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i remember the first pair of hispanics my mom bought me. they were from sears as i recall, and they had reinforced knee patches on the inside. memories…
” …I thought to myself, brain-shaking my mind-fist at my mom….” perfect. you could bottle this and sell it.
Heathers, yes… wasn’t the pool floatie thing kind of Heathers-ish? and also Little Murders meets the Bucket List. I don’t care if you call it dark comedy, black comedy, whatever, that trailer alone was absofucking cathartic! If they can keep up the pace for 90 minutes, this thing will be a national treasure. ( just nothing like the actual movie, National Treasure, of course.)
oops– you forgot about the triune god, the trinity, the 3-in-1 shamrock aspect. that was st. patrick’s whole deal with the irish.
you haven’t lived until you’ve played “Passover Bear” (blue and white, natch) to the delight of all the goys and birls.
can i call cross-dressers ‘dragsters?’ ‘cos i’m gonna. i like the way it sounds. and i like the image in my head when i think about the hot rod magazines of my youth.
go you. go spalding gray. but the movie? ahh, not so much.
can you use http://tinypic.com/ ?
re. tone et al.–
what if it hadn’t been a graphic novel to begin with and were just a movie? i could see it getting an even harsher reception then. however, viewing it as a translation to screen, i am reminded of how much i liked tim burton’s Batman Returns, as it seemed the most like a comic book of any translation then or now. this really isn’t a defense of AHOV, though, as i am not settled on the source material even– just an examination of how a movie might have a tone that only makes sense within the context of familiarity with a certain medium.
okay, that explains a lot. i watched it straight and am ambivalent to the stoner genre– raised on cheech & chong, and of course was straight while watching those, too, as i was, oh, say– twelve at the time. that was family viewing for us, so stoner humor was just regular humor to me (see also: richard pryor in general and steve martin on comedy albums– dirty! and long before parental warning labels– good times!)
that’s weird. i read a shit-ton of calvin trillin as a child, yet i never knew he was in a travolta movie! something for everyone, i guess.
what’s wrong with Smiley Face? do you just want to see Gabe’s review, or did i miss the Worstness?
Aaahh!!! REAL (Monsters) TALK.
Mans, i will consider you to be my official spokesmonster on the matter of “the walking dead.” i can go back to lurking and and barely paying attention while you keep making sense.
“dead set” was short and sweet and funny; “the walking dead” just SMELLS funny*.
*depressingly-to-horrifically misogynistic, depending how far into the story you go.
no. fred wears a kerchief.
these guys agree:
“there are some serious deficiencies in the characters/sexism department”– yes: http://mindlessones.com/2010/10/28/notcomics-walking-dead-episode-1/ — the show is still misogynistic but will it get as bad as…
the tone was established early on and sustained throughout enough that i knew i’d be putting up with the he-man-woman-hater’s-club if i were to continue. this fact relegates it to the type of show that’s on if i have to get shit done and not watch TV, but hey, the noise helps me look up once in a while to keep track of the time– thanks, TV!
ughhhh… *that* guy…
babelfish–goddamn yes! great monsters who begin with ‘i’ think alike.
perfect analysis. right on time.
how about a spin-off for Pugsly Addams and Donkey-Gums McGee as white house party-crashers who run a Bangkok child brothel on the side while helming American Apparel?
it’ll be called either NEPOTISM or GAY BLINDNESS.