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August 31, 2006

The Fred Hembeck Show: Episode 70 – Whither Emmy?

Filed under: The Fred Hembeck Show — UncaScroogeMcD @ 1:13 pm

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Where WAS she?

Where was Ellen Burstyn the other night during the Emmy Awards ceremonies? Unlike a majority of that evening’s nominees, she wasn’t in the audience, carefully preparing a spontaneous speech in her head in case she won, the way many of her peers undoubtedly were. No, the Oscar winning actress wasn’t anywhere to be found.

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Gee, are we to assume Ellen WASN’T burstin’ with pride over scoring a nomination for a 14 second appearance in HBO’s Mrs Harris telefilm? That move–long and loudly ridiculed by many, including host Conan O’Brien (the only reason I tuned into a show I generally skip, by the way)–nonetheless stubbornly wasn’t rescinded by either the Emmy bigwigs nor graciously refused by the otherwise silent Ms. Burstyn herself, but I think there’s a bigger question here than an incompetent nominating process.

Such as, who exactly hires an Academy Award winning actress for their high profile project and then provides her with all of a scant 38 words to deliver? Huh? Who does something that screwy anyway?

The two leads–Annette Bening and Ben Kingsley–each own one of those golden little statues themselves, as chance might have it. Gee, ya don’t think that, maybe at the last minute, they got cold feet, afraid that one too many similarly honored thespians on set would somehow drain the spotlight from them, do ya?

“Hey, cut down Burstyn’s part, willya? Don’t even give her character a name–just tell her to use a funny accent. Keep the focus on us two–THAT’LL sure help our Emmy chances!”

Well, of course it didn’t.

And yeah, it woulda been one thing if Burstyn had herself an unannounced cameo, or was given the old “Special Appearance By” billing, but it’s my understanding (hey, I didn’t actually SEE the movie, although thanks to the cheeky Emmy broadcast Producers, I DID view most of the nominated performance–that sure was 14 transcendent seconds, lemme tell ya!…) that the cast list just rolled out alphabetically, with Ms. Burstyn’s role seemingly given the same amount of weight as performers who actually had to spend more time than a coffee break memorizing their lines! So, blame the Emmys if you must, but just remember–some genius hired this women, paid her good money, and THEN decided, y’know, 14 seconds is pretty much all we’re gonna need of HER!

And while I’m righteously whining about the awards, two more complaints:

How is it that My Name Is Earl didn’t manage to grab itself a slot in the final five selections of the Best Comedy category, but then when it came to naming Best Achievement in Comedy Writing and Best Achievement Comedy Directing, BOTH awards went to the pilot episode of Earl? What–was it all downhill after the series premiere, with the likes of Two and A Half Men easily outscoring it on the yock meter? (Look, I’ll confess to never having seen the latter, and to thoroughly enjoying the former, but it just makes no sense the way things played out in those three categories. I DO believe that, perhaps by blind luck alone, the funniest comedy–at least to MY taste–The Office, won. But Earl should’ve gotten a nomination nod, especially if the show’s writing and directing were seemingly held in such high esteem… )

Then there’s Desperate Housewives. A big winner last year, and a show I faithfully watch (hey, it all started with me because of Teri Hatcher, and things just developed from there), its sophomore season was almost entirely frozen out of ceremony. Now, I’m not amongst those who felt the quality dropped as precipitously as a lot of folk, though admittedly, the plot lines weren’t as well constructed as they were during the program’s debut season. And while I’ll always have a problem with shows like this one, Ally McBeal (which I’ve never watched), and Gilmore Girls (which I enjoy immensely) being measured up right alongside half hour sitcoms, I can begrudgingly understand it, considering the amount of effective comedic moments given to each of the lead actresses. But if there was one character who clearly WASN’T funny last season, it was new neighbor Alfre Woodward.

So who do you think gets nominated for Best Supporting Actress in a Comedy? Uh huh–the women who spent most of the year hiding her mentally challenged son chained in the basement, believing him (wrongly, as it turns out) responsible for a young woman’s death back in the town where they last lived! Sounds like a regular laugh riot, huh? Believe me, if anything, THAT was the plot primarily responsible for dragging the show down during its second season–so what do the Emmy Einsteins decide to do?

Yup–foist a nomination on the actress who embodied that downer storyline! (Nothing against Ms. Woodward herself, mind you, just the wrongheaded decision-making that gave her this unmerited salute. Her acting may’ve been swell, but trust me, she WASN’T funny–simply because the part wasn’t WRITTEN funny! No wacky antics in THAT cellar, I’m afraid! But considering Ms. Woodward was also nominated for her work in another movie or miniseries–my apologies, but the details are starting to blend together–apparently, she’s a reliably talented actress who’s also an Emmy favorite. Anyway, I’ve gotta give her SOME credit–she certainly had to work a heckuva lot harder than Ellen Burstyn did for the privilege of remaining comfortably in her seat not once, but twice, on Emmy evening!…)

Look, like I said, I only watched because Conan was hosting. If they had let–oh, I don’t know?–Tony Danza host, I probably wouldn’t be moaning about any of this now.

Except, of course, just HOW could they possibly they let Tony Danza host anyway?…

Speaking of which–check out Tony Danza.com! You might be surprised…

Copyright 2006 Fred Hembeck

Music For The Masses: August 31st, 2006

Filed under: Music for the Masses — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:59 pm

 

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Hola, mi amigos! Que Pasa?  It is I, M.C., fresh from vacationing in Southern California or, if you prefer, Northern Mexico.  I gotta tell you, friends, I had an ABSOLUTE blast, although, I will fully admit that I was more than a tad disappointed to find out that Walt’s version of a Fantasyland didn’t include a “Drunken Stewardess” ride, a Carmen Electra ride or even a “Butterfly” fuck swing.  And get this, in Disneyland, “ATM” apparently means a machine that dispenses money.  Who knew?  Oh well, to each their own I guess.  By the way. . .Walt?  I think it might be time for you to call out an exterminator because it appears that you have one hell of a rat infestation.  Seriously, those little sons-a-bitches were EVERYWHERE and, from the looks of things, some of them may be rabid. . .
  

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Hey. . .how about a big round of applause for Double A who, as he would say, “be all fillin’ in n’ shit” while I was away?  Not too shabby what with the “rocking it old school,” huh?  I’ll tell you, friends, I’m so damn proud of him.  It’s kinda like I’m the Brittany to his K-Fed.  Wow, that’s creepy.  I just realized that comparison really hits the mark because much like K-Fed, Double A can’t rap for shit and, much like Brittany, I appear to giving birth to a baby elephant.  Seriously. . .I’ll even show you the trunk.
 

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Wait a minute. . .considering that I’ve never left you kids with a baby-sitter and before we get much further, maybe I should ask you some questions.  So, ahh, did Double A do anything. . .umm, weird while I was gone?  He didn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable, did he?  Force you to play “Hide The Thumb?”Â  How about “Catholic Confessional with Father Finger?”Â  “The Pants-less Ventriloquist?”Â  Anything like that?  I tell you what, I know you may be uncomfortable talking about all this, so how about you just show me on the dolly where he touched you. . .
 

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Hmmm.  Too shy to talk about your naughty spots, huh?  Well, that’s okay.   Tell you what, if you have a repressed memory bubble to the surface, you let me know and I’ll be all over Double A like eyeliner on Dave Navarro.  I promise you THAT!
 

So, anyway. . .enough about all of that.  We have some new releases to look at this week, namely the ones from the Gin Blossoms and Rose Hill Drive, plus, Double A checks in with a review of the new Outkast effort for the movie Idlewild. Should be interesting this week, especially considering that my Grandpa is checking in with his first ever review on the recent Christina Aguilera disc.  Good stuff.  So, what do you say?  Let’s get to it, shall we??!! 
 

m4m-august31-gb_mlv Artist: Gin Blossoms
Album: Major Lodge Victory
Bastard Love Child of: The Byrds and The Replacements
Best for: Cruising down Mill Avenue with Stipp while debating the “musical” merits of Samantha Fox.

 

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“Chatty Kathy” is the one on the far right there.
 

Easily, one of the most surreal rock and roll moments I have ever had occurred at a Gin Blossoms concert waaaayyyyy back in 1993 a.d..  I had gone to this cool, little venue outside of Ft. Collins called the Mishawaka Inn to see a band that I had helped to locally promote, Toad the Wet Sprocket.  Ever heard of “˜em?  Great fucking band.  Anyway, opening that night was a group of guys I had never heard of, the Gin Blossoms.  (Editor’s note:  this was about 2 months before “Hey Jealousy” took over the airwaves, the charts and MTV. . .yes, back when they played videos). 
 

There I was, before the show, taking a piss, same as I usually do after drinking 8 to 10 beers in rapid succession, when this long, blonde-haired, slightly effeminate-looking guy saunters up and stands RIGHT next to me.  He could have chosen any number of open and spacious slots, but, for whatever reason, he chose to throw down next to me.  Granted, he might not have had a choice as earlier that night, I’d thrown on a little Obsession®.
 
 

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So there we were, the three of us. . .me, the blonde guy and some dude in a stall who, from the sounds of things, was making balloon animals.  Obviously, the forced and unnecessary proximity had me more than a little “creeped” out, but again, I WAS wearing Obsession® so I let it slide.  But then, this blonde-haired dude did TWO, yes, TWO things that a dude NEVER does in a dude’s restroom (THREE, technically, if you count standing right next to someone in non-crowded shitter).  First, the guy turns to me and says, “Damn, that water’s cold!” and he shoots me a grin.  Seriously!  He fucking talked to me!  While I was pissing!  Like we were just “hangin’ around” with nothing better to do.  I was completely dumbfounded and disoriented, but before I could stop myself,  I fired back, “Yeah. . .and it’s deep, too.”Â  Good lord, if I’d had a free hand at that moment, I would’ve slapped myself in the forehead.
 

Then, perhaps emboldened by his urinary-centric male bonding efforts, the guy cocks his head (no pun intended), leans in a bit and sneaks a peak at my junk.  I shit you not.  Maybe he was seeing if my comment was true.  Maybe he was calculating potential fit.  I honestly didn’t know, nor did I care.  I was outta there.  Usually one to luxuriate a bit during “the shake,” I instead quickly zipped and bolted back to my friends who were camped out in front of the stage.  Hell, I didn’t even stop to wash my hands or fluff and primp the mullet.
 

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There he is again. . .second from the left.
 

Long story longer, after regaling my friends with the tale of a men’s room encounter gone horribly awry and enduring a solid, twenty minutes of “did he need a microscope” jokes, the opening band, the Gin Blossoms, bounded on stage, grabbed their instruments and ripped into their first number.   Being right next to the stage, I actually had to crane my neck to see the band and, as I did so, I looked right up into the face of the Peek-a-boo Pisser.  The guy from the restroom turned out to be the band’s rhythm guitarist and, as I was motioning to my buddy’s that THAT was the guy, the guitarist looked down, gave me the “nod,” smiled and winked.  Apparently, I’d made an impression.
 

Of course, it’s been a long time now since I’ve heard from this friend, whose name is actually Scotty Johnson.  In fact, it’s been almost 10 years since anyone’s heard from the Gin Blossoms.  But after a small, yet successful smattering of live “reunion” shows to support their recent Greatest Hit’s compilation, the band (singer Robin Wilson, lead guitarist Jesse Valenzuela and bassist Bill Leen) hit the studio to record some new material.  The result is Major Lodge Victory, a hook-heavy new release that goes a long way in recapturing the band’s “heyday sound.”Â Â  No, this is not an album that attempts to re-define rock’n’roll, but rather a worthy attempt to recapture the pre-grunge explosion, pop-rock popularity that the Blossoms once enjoyed.  And in that, they are extremely successful.  All of the songs here are solid, but the standouts for me are the first single, “Learning the Hard Way,” the vocal showcase of “Someday Soon” and one of the catchiest songs I’ve heard in awhile, “Let’s Play Two.”Â  Good, solid, vintage Gin Blossoms through and through.
 

This is a great new album from a band that I’ve sorely missed.  Sure, their guitarist is solely responsible for turning me into a stall-pisser and I haven’t worn Obsession® since, but if that’s the price for having them back. . .so be it.
 

Rating:  4 out of 5
 

m4m-august31-rhd Artist: Rose Hill Drive
Album: Rose Hill Drive
Bastard Love Child of: The Led Zeppelin and Triumph (the band, not the insult comic dog)
Best for: Proving that the Denver music scene actually has something “meaty” to offer.

I’ll be the first to admit that Denver (et al) is hardly a “musical hot spot” here in the U.S., ESPECIALLY when you compare it to places like L.A., Chicago, New York, Nashville or, umm. . .Dubuque.  I mean, sure, we gave the world The Foggy Mountain Fuckers, Lying Bitch and the Restraining Orders and, of course, The Fray, who single-handedly caused the automobile-related instances of dry-humping, crazed fingerings and awkward oral in the teenage population to sky-rocket, but otherwise, we haven’t had a whole lot to offer the world, musically speaking.  Until now.
 

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Starting a few years back, there was a buzz around town centered on a hot, new power trio that was tearing up bars in and around their hometown of Boulder, Colorado.  Named after the street where they grew up, Rose Hill Drive, featuring brothers Daniel (19) and Jake (21) Sproul on lead guitar and bass, respectively, and childhood bud, Nate Barnes (21), behind the kit, had quickly managed to become the “must-see” band in the Denver area.  So see them I did.  Twice.  And let me tell you, friends. . .holy shit.   I still get chills (and there multiplyin’. . .it’s electrifyin’!) thinking back to the first time I saw these boys play.  Think:  the intensity of live Zeppelin with the virtuoso performances of Rush. . .heady comparisons, I know, especially invoking the names of two of my all-time favorite bands, but I’m not joking.  I hadn’t seen anything like it in quite some time.  
 

Needless to say, I have been anxiously awaiting the release of this groups self-titled, debut album for some time now.  And, after giving it a few, initial run-throughs, I gotta say. . .I’m a bit disappointed.  Wait, wait. . .NOT in the way that you might think.  This new disc is packed with an amazing array of songs that alternate between pure, driving, riff-laden rock anthems to bluesy, pure-toned ballads.  Numerous songs on this disc, namely the album opener, “Showdown,” with it’s in-your-face guitar riff and the driving, “Raise Your Hands,” have an immediate and classic feel that will make you fully understand the Zeppelin reference above.  On the contrary, this disc has shown a melodic sensibility and musical craftsmanship that I wouldn’t have expected from these “kids.”
 
 

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And there in lies the rub.  You see, as good as this disc is, (oh, and it IS good, nay, great) it does ZERO justice to the insane and blistering live shows that these guys put on.  THAT is a crying shame.  Sure, it’s hard to capture the type of energy that these guys put out on stage in a studio setting, but I’m betting that a more raw, less polished production would have served these guys better on this outing.  Yes, I’m a nit-picky little bitch.  Whatever.  Luckily, with the recent resurgence of the classic rock sound and the success of bands like Wolfmother, Rose Hill Drive is destined for stardom and will undoubtedly have ample time to experiment with this notion next time out.  Seriously, folks, I highly recommend this disc, but understand this. . .it pales in comparison to their live shows
 

Rating:  5 out of 5
 

AND NOW A WORD FROM DOUBLE A. . .

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You know, I’ve never really jumped on the whole Outkast bandwagon.  Sure I enjoyed a few of their songs, but really, they’ve always been pretty boring to me.  There certainly hasn’t been enough on an Outkast album to make me run out and actually buy one.  So at this point you may be asking yourself why did I pick up the groups latest album ?  That is a question that only my therapist can answer, because I really don’t know.  It may have something to do with the fact that I have an irrational fear of wooden spoons and spandex.  I honestly cannot say.  There were other albums that have come out recently that I could have opted for, but no, I chose to get an album from a group that I’m not really into.  Go figure.  

I’ve seen the previews for the movie Idlewild and it looks pretty good, but to call this album the soundtrack to the film is not quite right.  Sure the songs from the movie are on the disc but there are other normal songs on the album as well.  I guess you could call it a companion album, much like Tom Cruise and Katie Holms are “companions.”Â  Sure they look pretty standing next to each other, but really, they just don’t belong together. 
 
 

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The strange thing about this album is that the soundtrack songs are the best songs on the disc.  Seeing as the movie takes place in the 1920s, all the songs have a great jazzy feel to them.  The tempos are fast paced and the lyrics flow really well.  The best song on the album is “PJ and Rooster.”Â  With piano and trumpet backing up Andre 3000’s unique vocal styling, this song just flat out kicks.  Of course the song probably makes a bit more sense when the context of the movie is known, but one doesn’t need to know the movie to dig the song.
 

On the flip side, the normal raps fall a little short to the soundtrack songs.  They are not bad, but they are nothing special either.  Take for example the song “Hollywood Divorce.”Â  Featuring guest appearances by Lil’ Wayne and Snoop Dog, the song just never gets going.  In fact, listening to it actually sounds like three different songs all mashed together.  With the two guests and Andre 3000 all going in completely different directions, the song just seems to stumble through its 5:23 running time.  The track “Morris Brown” is the best of the “normal” songs.  Sounding like a cross between the regular raps and the soundtrack songs, it has a nice funky beat with some clever lyrics. 
 

Many people are saying that this is going to be the last Outkast album, as Andre 3000 and his partner Big Boi have actually not really worked together in making the last two albums.  If they go their separate ways?  Eh, no biggie.  I think I could continue to live.  Oh and on the back of the album, there’s a picture of a rooster on a microphone.  I’m assuming that this means Outkast likes to rub their penis’ on microphones, but that is only conjecture on my part.

Rating:  3 out of 5

REVIEWS. . .

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by Grandpa
 

Christina Aguilera
Back To Basics

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My goodness she’s a pretty one. Reminds me of a young Linda Treverse. It’s awful nice of her to put such a pretty picture of herself on the cover like this. Heck, if I were a younger man I’d pin this here photo up over my work table. No bother doing it now ““ seeing as how my parts don’t work. Haven’t since Korea.  I hear there is medicine for that now, but I take enough medicine.  Most of it for the gout.

I use to have a picture of Rita Hayworth over my desk and I would stare at that thing for hours. Boy howdy.  In fact, I’ll tell you right here, boy. . .sometimes, I’d picture Rita there, when I was with your grandmother.  You see, it helped get me over them gawd-awful child-bearing hips and that gal-darn hairy chin. Looked like Burl Ives or some such nonsense.  You know?  That image was the sole thing that kept my marriage together and the reason you’re here today.  Nope, my wife, your gran-mammy never looked half as good as Rita”¦ or this Christina Augl”¦aga”¦lera. What’s that?  Hell, with a name like that she must be a Spaniard. I remember, back in WWII, meeting a girl named Christina while I was fightin’ in Spain. I wonder if she’s a relation.  Hmmm. 

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I don’t know much about much, but the music on this contraption sounds like a cat in heat”¦ all “rrrrrr, rrrrr”. . .with drums.  Like the one time that tractor trailer ran through our cabbage field in early May, Aught 8.  I always liked watching the Wheel of Fortune, but I just turned my hearing aids off and stopped listening to this. . .this cat diddlin’.  After a spell, I just sat there starring at the picture. That girl, I’ll tell you what. If Eisenhower was still alive he’d show her a good time, tell you THAT right now.  And you can take THAT to the bank there, mister. 

Well, there you have it friends.  That’s going to do it for me and the gang this week, so, until next time, keep wearing it proud and playing it loud!
 

Send your repressed memories, review copies, presents and assorted hate mail to:

M.C. Bell
P.O. Box 1222
Arvada, CO 80001

 

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This one’s for you, Stipp.  Enjoy!

 

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Nocturnal Admissions: DVD Review, Eric Rohmer’s Six Moral Tales

Filed under: Nocturnal Admissions — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:56 pm

 

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If only poor old (really old) Eric Rohmer hadn’t called his set of six films “moral tales.” Made “out of order” between 1963 and 1972 and based on stories that Rohmer wrote some 10 or more years earlier, some of the Moral Tales are feature length and some of them shorts, some of them in color and some – necessarily  – black and white, but there is a consistency to the set, as each film deals, according to the director, with a man who, though destined for one woman, is temporarily sidetrack, for the length of the movie, by another. 

Call them Six Romantic Tales, or Six Paradoxical Tales, or just plain Six Tales. Had Rohmer done so, he would have staved off decades of critical machinations over the “morality” of the films, and spared himself a lot of  tsuris having to explain and re-explain himself.  When he came to his next collectively named sets, he did just that, calling one of them “Tales of the Four Seasons” and the other “Comedies et Proverbs” – all vague enough to allow the director some liturgical leeway and stolid enough to give a sense of finality to the critical compass.

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You can see what he got himself into on the new, fabulous Criterion set of the Six Moral Tales. On the disc for  The Bakery Girl of Monceau in the set, Criterion includes “Moral Tales, Filmic Issues,” an 80 minute conversation or interview between Rohmer and the films’ producer, Barbet Schroeder, who is of course an internationally known director in his own right. When they get to the title, once again Rohmer ties himself in verbal knots trying to explain it. The confusion may be the difference between the languages. French speakers might well know exactly what is meant by “moral tales,” but English speakers bring different connotations to the phrase. But on the disc for  La Collectionneuse Rohmer is interrogated for an hour by two French Canadian TV critics about his life and career and yet again, the intricacies of the title demand explanation. It didn’t help that the most famous of the batch, My Night at Maud’s, featured lengthy digressions on the meaning of Pascal and had a guy wrestle with casually sleeping with a gay divorcee.

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If My Night at Maud’s and Claire’s Knee are the most well known of the Rohmer tales, the early shorts that form the first two parts of the series are the least well know, by anybody, and it is a joy to have them so readily available, with all the others. In fact it is interesting to ponder these two shorts has bearing in miniature the concerns of the later, more complex films. It becomes clear that Rohmer does not necessarily sympathize with or admire his male protagonists, and that one of the key hurdles the viewer has to get past is the disparity between what characters say about themselves, even in voice over, and what the movie reveals about them. The Bakery Girl of Monceau is the first and the shortest of the films, and concerns a man (Barbet Schroeder) who juggles a girl named Sylvie (Michele Giardon) and a baker’s assistant, Jacqueline (Claudine Soubrier), later cruelly dumping the lower class girl. The film sets the tone – yes, the moral tone – for the films to follow. The 23-minute Bakery Girl was completed in 1963 and so was the hour long Suzanne’s Career, which tells of Bertrand (Philippe Beuzen), the less romantically successful friend of rake Guillaume (Christian Charriere), and who almost dates Guillaum’s ex-girlfriend Suzanne (Catherine See), but indecision prevails.

 

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As in a Neil LaBute film, both men are horrible, the weakling and the strong one. Thus we are prepped for fully understanding the character of Adrien (Patrick Bachau), the preening art dealer in the fourth film of the series, and another lesser known one,  La Collectionneuse, who takes a vacation from his girlfriend to stay with an artist pal Daniel (Daniel Pommereulle) borrowing a villa in southern Mediterranean France. Also staying in the house is  Haydee (Haydee Politoff), a carefree girl who has a more solid moral center than either of the two men, as shown by the cruel way that Adrien tempts, taunts, and uses her. Seeing it in the context of all the later films, plus the first two shorts, its meaning is clear and the story is rather hard to take, but only because it is so uncompromising.

My Night at Maud’s, Claire’s Knee, and Love in the Afternoon are too well know to benefit from my regurgitations here. Suffice it to say that it was a pleasure to reacquaint myself with them.

Hayadee

 

The Bakery Girl of Monceau comes in full frame (1.33:1 OAR) with French DD 1.0 track and optional English subtitles. As with all the films in the set, this is windowboxed. Also on the disc is Rohmer’s 10 minute film  Presentation, or Charlotte and her Steak, starring  Jean-Luc Godard and Anna Karina, and “Moral Tales, Filmic Issues.”  Suzanne’s Career is a full frame presentation (1.33:1 OAR) with French DD 1.0 track and optional English subtitles, plus Rohmer’s short film  Nadja in Paris.  My Night at Maud’s is in full frame (1.33:1 OAR) with French DD 1.0 and optional English subtitles. Supplements include On Pascal, a film Rohmer made of a conversation between authors and philosophers Brice Parain and Dominique Dubarle (22 minutes), and an episode of  Telecinema, which interviews critic Jean Douchet, star Trintignant, and producer Pierre Cottrel (14 minutes), plus the theatrical trailer. The full frame (1.33:1 OAR) transfer of  La Collectionneuse is gorgeous, and it has French DD 1.0 track and optional English subtitles, plus the short documentary Rohmer directed called  A Modern Coed  (13 minutes), which anticipates his later Tales of the Four Seasons, an episode of  Parlons Cinema, a 1977 interview with Rohmer, and the theatrical trailer. Claire’s Knee comes in full frame (1.33:1 OAR) with French DD 1.0 track and optional English subtitles, plus Rohmer’s 1999 short film  The Curve, and an excerpt from the French television program  Le journal du cinema, with interviews with stars Jean-Claude Brialy, Beatrice Romand, and Laurence de Monahagan. Finally,  Love in the Afternoon is once again in a full frame transfer (1.33:1 OAR) with French DD 1.0 audio with optional English subtitles, plus Rohmer’s 1958 short  Veronique and her Dunce, and the theatrical trailer.  Finally, there is an “Afterword by Neil LaBute” (12 minutes), and it becomes clear that Mamet is less of an influence on LaBute in his own cruel portraits of soulless moderns than Rohmer is (though Polanski might be another one).

All the discs come in digipaks and are accompanied by the a book of the short stories on which the films are based, and a 60 page booklet with cast and crew, chapter titles,  transfer info, still, and essays by and about Rohmer, including Molly Haskell and  Film Comment elites such as Kent Jones and Philip Lopate.

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Eric Rohmer’s Six Moral Tales hit the street on August 15th, and retails for $99.95. The whole box is No. 342, with the individual films bearing numbers 343 through 348. It is to be hoped that the release of these older films will create an appetite for more recent Rohmer, the last five or six of his films having found no purchase on the American market.

 

August 30, 2006

Brat-halla #143: Norse Force – Advancing Fast

Filed under: Brat-Halla — UncaScroogeMcD @ 6:00 am

by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

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August 29, 2006

Toy Box: The Evil Monkey

Filed under: Toy Box — admin @ 5:41 am

 

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I love Family Guy.  Now, I realize that it’s a show that you either love or hate – there’s no middle ground.  Either you like the style of humor, the use of Manatee jokes, and the often rambling (or non-existant) plots, or you despise them with ever fiber of your very being. 

Mezco has been doing a bang up job on their action figures based on the show.  We’ve gotten some terrific original characters, including Herbert, who I recently reviewed right here at Quick Stop.  And they’ve done some much appreciated variants, boxed sets, and even large scale figures.

For this year’s San Diego Comic Con, Mezco did an exclusive large scale figure.  Standing 12″ tall, the Evil Monkey from Chris’ closet can now threaten you with his evil gesture!  And in this scale, he’s actually pretty close to reality, if you consider a cartoon monkey some form of reality.

If you have any questions, drop me a line at mwc@mwctoys.com, or swing by my site, Michael’s Review of the Week, for more toy review goodness.

The Evil Monkey!

 

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Packaging – ***
Since he’s so big, you’d expect a big box, and that’s what you get.  It’s also a fairly plain white box, with simple black outlined graphics and text.  It does the job though, keeping him safely cradled inside.  It also points out the critical highlights, such as his exclusivity, size and flocking.  This isn’t a ‘display it on the shelf’ sort of box, but gets job number one done.

 

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Sculpting – ***1/2
Cartoon based sculpts are never as easy as people think.  Translating a two dimensional character to three is tough enough, but the appearance of animated characters (particularly proportion and scale) can vary from scene to scene, and especially episode to episode.

 

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That being said, Mezco has done a very good job with this translation.  The body, limbs and proportions are all excellent, and the expression matches the source material perfectly.  If I have one nit to pick, it’s in the size of the mouth around the teeth.  Generally on the show – but not always – the upper part of the mouth and lips are larger then they are here, rising above his teeth more.  Here, the entire mouth around the teeth is pretty much the same size, with little difference between the upper section and the lower jaw.  It’s not a huge problem, and depends on your angle as well.

Paint – ***1/2
One of the coolest features of this guy is his flocking.  It cuts down on actual paint of course, but looks much, much better than all that open expanse of plain brown paint would have.  It’s also done extremely well, with a very even coating and almost no signs of rubbing or damage.  The joints at the hips, neck and tail are also engineered in such a way that none of the flocking rubbed off during the few weeks I’ve been goofing around with him.

 

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If it were merely the flocking I was grading him on here, he’d be a four star figure.  Unfortunately, there are some issues with the paint on the face.  The eyes are great, with clean lines and even pupils.  I have him sitting about three feet above my head at work, pointing down at me, and his stare is drilling into the back of my head.

But the only major issue is in the teeth, where the bright white slops over onto the upper and lower lip in a number of places.  Since the teeth are recessed back from the lips, it’s not super obvious in photos, but in person it’s pretty clear. 

 Articulation – ***
For a rotocast figure, and a cartoon design at that, he’s pretty well articulated.  He has a ball jointed neck (yay!), and ball jointed shoulders, which work quite well and have a nice range of movement.  He also has cut wrists and ankles, so you can turn the hands or reposition the feet.  And finally, his tail has not one, not two, but three cut joints, allowing you to position it in a myriad number of ways.

 

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Accessories – Bupkis
Nope, nada, zippo.  Not sure there was anything actually important, although we have seen him kicking back and enjoying some Foghat and a little doob on the show.  I suspect that might have been pushing it though.

Fun Factor – ***1/2
Kids love monkeys.  Okay, so most will have no idea who he is unless they watch the show, and come to think of it, his expression may scar them for life.  God knows, it hasn’t been good for Chris.  So maybe he’s best suited to the adult crowd.  But even they’ll find him real ‘fun’, and not just a display piece.  Folks at work will get no end of humor out of seeing him in your cube, although he might end up in some poses you hadn’t expected while your at lunch.  Ah, those crazy co-workers.

 

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Value – **1/2
He’s a convention exclusive.  He’s huge.  He’s flocked.  He’s licensed.  And I doubt they made very many.  I was originally going to give him a half star less in this category…but then I got to thinking.  Hey, I gave that I.W.G. Sasquatch two stars here, and he was about the same price – non-licensed, much smaller, and less articulated.  That doesn’t seem quite fair…

After more consideration, the $45 price tag did seem about average for a rotocast figure of this scale and quality, particularly with the exceptional flocking.  That stuff ain’t cheap by any means.

 

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Things to Watch Out For –
The monkey came packed with some protective foam around the inside of the shoulder and neck joints.  This is there to protect the flocking during shipment.  After it was removed, and I played around with the joints for awhile, I didn’t notice any flocking getting rubbed off, unlike the recent I.W.G. Sasquatch I reviewed, but I’d still be careful when using those three joints.

Overall – ***1/2
When I usually sit down to write a review, I have an overall score already in my head.  I then break the figure down into it’s components, looking at each area individually.  And then I come back to my overall, taking into consideration the various weights of each category, and that seperate undefinable ‘it’ factor.

When I started this review, I had three stars in my head.  But by the time I got done looking over the figure again, playing around with it, and having it in my office for awhile, that score climbed to ***1/2.  This is a damn cool figure, and is probably the most sensible of all the large scale cartoon figures Mezco has done so far, since it approximates real size in your own environment.  The price point seemed a tad high at first, until I started considering some of the other SDCC exclusives and their cost, and similarly flocked figures.  In the end, I’m really glad I picked him up, and he’s quickly becoming one of my favorite exclusives from this year’s show. 

Where to Buy –
Obviously, the Con was your best choice.  But Mezco Direct, Mezco’s own online store, should have some available soon.  You can put in a pre-order there now, and they cost $45 plus shipping.

 

August 28, 2006

Widge Goes Off #10: The W Stands for Danger!

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widgepic.jpgWelcome back. Please don’t sneak up on me like that again.

[CONTENT WARNING] This podcast contains foul language and a recipe for blueberry pound cake (when played backwards)

DOWNLOAD: mp3 Format (29.7 MBs)

Cruise vs. Paramount article here.

Yahoo vs. Google stuff here, found via Boing Boing.

Here’s my original stuff for the challenge, where’s yours?

As for your Monday Morning Quarterbacking session, listen to the podcast. Follow along here at Box Office Mojo.

Join us next time when we’ll see if Warner Brothers can do something right.

Special thanks to Exit Mindbomb for letting me use “Godzilla Will Rule You” from their album Happy Accident for my new WGO music. Check them out on MySpace here and I tried to link up as many songs as I could here.

Widgett Walls is the chief cook and bottle washer for Needcoffee.com. He’s also the author of Mystics on the Road to Vanishing Point and Magnificent Desolation. His personal blog is at OneTusk.com, which he updates when he feels like it. He lives and works in Atlanta, Georgia. He hardly ever sleeps.

Spook’d #92: Extreme Lair Makeover – Making Plans

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by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

Larger sized comic | ARCHIVES | OLDER ARCHIVES

Spook'd #92: Making Plans

To see Spook’d host Alastor’s blogging silliness and more fun Spook’d stuff,visit the Spook’d Web site!

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Disclaimer: All material in Spook’d is fictitious and intended solely for the purpose of entertainment. Names are fabricated and any similarity to real people or places is purely coincidental except in those cases where public figures are being satirized.

August 26, 2006

Game On! 8-26-2006

Filed under: Game On! — admin @ 5:30 pm

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Well, here we are. Yet another week, and yet another stack of games. How do I do it? Well, I’ll share my secret. I can’t have a social life, or a girlfriend. Or a job.

Someone should tell my friends, my girlfriend and my boss where I am. They might miss me. On with the reviews.

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flatout2.jpgOnce again we go with a highly apropos title for a review this week with our look at FLATOUT 2 for the PS2 and Xbox. The sequel to last year’s surprise it racing game has more of the same, and thankfully includes a good bit of polish, but eventually ends up just as our title suggests.

This time around, the cars are less toward junkers and more towards classics and muscle car types. They’re still all generic, but they at least look a little less”¦well, redneck. As it stands, last year’s title was essentially that; a redneck version of BURNOUT, full of crashes and chaos, but rather than focusing solely on the wrecks, it’s emphasis was on what happens AFTER you wreck, the debris littering the tracks, and eventually, the ejection of your driver after a most heinous crash.

And while that’s the point, it’s also the game’s biggest hindrance. The debris tends to get TOO MUCH in the way”¦which, yes, is part of the challenge, but it also just really drags down the racing. The fact that the cars all handle rather “floaty” also helps to drag the control down pretty far, weather avoiding the detritus or not. Admittedly, the rag doll physics of your ejected driver are still the most fun of the race, and thankfully, there’s been an added destruction derby to showcase this.

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Still, the best showcase for this feature, are the aptly titled Rag Doll mini games. This time, all 12 of the mini games are unlocked form the start and you can choose from new games such as bowling, baseball, as well as the standard high jump and distance trackers (though they all have new obstacles on the tracks for added difficulty). Once again, as with last year’s game, these games are actually more fun than the races and career mode themselves, and most gamers will spend most of their time trying to beat their own best scores.

So, what the player is left with is a few moderate races, will a smattering of fun ways to throw a person out of the windshield of a car with a rocket strapped to the back of it. Not a bad way to spend a weekend, but maybe not worth your $40.

One Gamer’s Opinion:
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WHAT MAKES THIS ONE “SUPER”?

superdbz.jpgWell, it’s that time again. Time to review yet another DRAGON BALL Z game. This one, entitled SUPER DRAGON BALL Z, out now for PS2, is a bit of a departure for the series. A departure in that it doesn’t suck nearly as badly as many of the previous titles have, and in that it’s not nearly as much fan service as the previous titles either.

Developed in conjunction with one of the producers of the original STRET FIGHTER II, this title has more in common with those games than any of the DBZ BUDOKAI games. There’s obviously a heavier influence on the actual fighting in this title, and it shows, with familiar moves galore (Goku’s kamehameha is done via Ryu’s fireball motion) and a good deal of combos. Ported from an arcade game in Japan, this title also features the LEAST amount of characters in a DBZ fighter, a total of 18 (beginning with 12 and 6 unlockable through game’s progression).

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That’s not entirely a bad thing, however, as the fighters your are given are customizable (to a certain extent) via the capsules you’ll find around stages and from winning battles. Still, most aren’t balanced that fairly, sadly, with Vegeta and Goku getting the most power anyhow. But, then again, they’re whom everyone wants to play as anyway, so I’m not even sure why they include anymore characters in these games to begin with. Are there any other characters in the games that fans play as? Seriously, I’d like to know”¦

Regardless, it’s not a horrible title. I’ve seen and played worse, and for a game based on a license that, admittedly, has worn out it’s welcome, it’s even had worse in it’s very own catalogue. While it may not be the best the series has seen (or the last) it’s certainly it’s own beast, and finally has something to offer real fighting fans, and not just fans of DBZ. Most SFII folks won’t break a sweat playing, of course, but it’s a step in the right direction.

One Gamer’s Opinion:
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FUNERAL DIRGE

I’m about to admit something that is bound to revoke my credit as a legitimate gamer, and probably that will make me lose the respect of those of you who frequent my column (yes, both of you). Before this past week, I have NEVER played a FINAL FANTASY game (other than time with the horribly boring FFXI beta). There, I said it. Let the slings and arrows begin”¦

FFVIIdirge.jpgAlthough, I’ll admit, despite having FINAL FANTASY VII in the title, I don’t think DIRGE OF CERBERUS qualifies as a FF game, at least not in the traditional sense. While it technically is a sequel (taking place just three years after the events in the original FFVII game, and one year after the CG-i movie ADVENT CHILDREN) it’s not an RPG, but rather a first/third person shooter with elements of platforming and RPG thrown in for good measure.

That isn’t to say that the game isn’t fun, nor that it won’t have things that will send FFVII fans into fanboyish glee and twitter. Just about all your favorite characters show up (albeit in brief cameos, other than Cait/Reeve and Yuffie) and the lead character is even fan favorite Vincent Valentine in all his brooding, emo troubled glory.

The game tries to emulate the style of most FPS games, while throwing in a bit of unnecessary jumping, double jumping and melee combat, attempting a sort of VINCENT MAY CRY title. Sadly, when it comes down to it, it’s little more than an arcade shooter. The enemies are all fairly easy (even on hard mode) and by most shooter standards, it doesn’t offer up a lot to fans of that genre.

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That isn’t to say it’s a bad game, just a poorly made one. There’s plenty of fan service here to go around, and the story ties neatly into the events of the previous game and movie. It’s CG cut scenes are simply gorgeous, matching the quality of ADVENT CHILDREN, though there aren’t enough of them, and the game usually opts to showcase the story through in game graphics that, while nice and pretty, aren’t the same quality. The audio quality is also fantastic, and the whole focus of the game (that is, the story) is executed very well.

While the game’s control isn’t all it should be, with targeting being twitchy at best, the customization for the weapons is very well done. Vincent can create a variety of weapons from parts he finds around, and can even outfit them with different types of materia. It may not be the best thing to happen to the series, but at least it’s a diversion from the norm. Still, what’s there is fun, if a bit “same-y” in it’s execution if you’re a fan of shooters.

For a FF game (even one based on FFVII) the story is there enough to keep the fans happy. For shooter fans, the customization is there, but there isn’t much else to challenge them. Find out which group you belong in and buy accordingly.

One Gamer’s Opinion:
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Now I’m off to locate my friends and girlfriend to let them know I’m still alive. Work can find out later.

August 25, 2006

Melonpool Quickcast 10: Summertime

Filed under: Melonpool Quickcast — admin @ 6:54 am
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-By Steve Troop

Based on Steve Troop’s classic webcomic of the same name, the Melonpool Quickcast features puppet versions of Troop’s alien cast, who are desperately trying to make heads or tails out of Earth culture.

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With Summer drawing to a close, this can only mean one thing… a musical number!
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Melonpool Quickcast #10: Summertime:

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Addicted To Bad: On the Failure of “You Got Served” to Penetrate Popular Consciousness, or Who Got Served?

Filed under: Addicted to Bad — UncaScroogeMcD @ 5:29 am

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It’s a well-known and completely scientific fact that I’m not making up that we are suffering from a major catchphrase glut. People who study these things (“nerds”) estimate that new ones are being added faster than society can process. (Phrases, not nerds.) The problem has become so widespread that children today are almost completely incapable of having a conversation that doesn’t refer to words uttered by a wacky neighbor.

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TIMMY: (witnessing a diabetic friend going into insulin shock) Fo shizzle, my nizzle.

BILLY: (rushing to the aid of their friend) Bada bing, bada boom!

TIMMY: (administering first aid) I am indeed fed up with the legless reptiles on this most unpleasant airborne contraption!

BILLY: (dialing 911) That’s hot.

911 Operator: 911. What’s your emergency?

TIMMY: (scared) We are two wild and crazy guys!

911 Operator: Sir, that’s not an emergency.

TIMMY: I got a fever. And the only prescription… is more cowbell!

911 Operator: Understood. I am dispatching a licensed percussionist to your location.

TIMMY: (angry) My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard!

It wasn’t always this way. As little as 100 years ago, before senses of humor were widely available, children communicated in a direct, unironic manner, the way the Lord intended. However, with the introduction and subsequent popularity of radio, the first inklings of true catchphrases began. On the streets, youth could be heard repeating the Lone Ranger’s famous “Hi yo, Silver!” and Davy Crockett’s slightly less well-known “I smell a badger in your drawers!” Unfortunately, the two subsequent World Wars forced the nation into slogan rationing mode to save much-needed sayings for boys in the trenches. More effective ones like “Loose lips sink ships” were immediately shipped out, while lesser phrases like “Whatchoo talkin’ ’bout, Hitler?” were stored for later use.

Unfortunately, once the second war ended, these expressions languished, unused, in warehouses across the country until an enterprising producer at Paramount inquired about them. As an experiment, budding comedienne Lucille Ball was given dozens to use in her show, “I Enjoy Lucy’s Comedic Antics” (soon renamed to the less cumbersome “Goddammit, Lucy!”, which was later followed by “Lucy, You Filthy Whore!”). The show (and its memorable catchphrase “Who’s your bitch?”) was a hit, and ever since then, the government has unloaded billions of the things on the unsuspecting public, most infamously when the CIA reportedly spread inexpensive, dangerously pure catchphrases in America’s inner cities in the late 1980s, starting with the ironic use of “bad.”

imago1.jpgWhich brings us to YOU GOT SERVED. With such a preponderance of slogans, why did the producers feel the need to foist an awkward legal term on us all. Why “you got served”? Why not something that actually makes sense, like, I don’t know, “res ipsa loquitur” (“it speaks for itself”)?

GENERIC EVIL WHITE DANCER GUY: You call that dancing?

ELGIN: Res ipsa loquitur, fool!

CROWD: Ooooh! No, he di’n’t!

Alas, it was not to be. Instead, we got served with an awkward combination of BREAKIN’ (minus the Adidas) and BRING IT ON (minus the cheer). The film concerns itself with best pals David and Elgin, who participate in dance battles that are refereed by a grown man who allows himself to be addressed as “Mr. Rad.” And see, right there, the movie loses all credibility. How can you take a movie seriously when the screenwriters don’t even have the energy to come up with a convincing contemporary nickname? Are we supposed to believe that this man hasn’t changed his nickname since 1985? It’s a good thing that the movie didn’t try to add any other adults or they could have ended up with names like Ol’ Doc Spaz, Ms. Fur-Shur, and Dr. Stan Cougar-Mellencamp.

Anyway, David and Elgin are the best dancers in town, and regularly “serve” the other dance groups. What they serve them is never made clear, but I’m guessing a heaping helping of shame. They supplement the income from these dance-offs (because apparently, even in the 21st century, “dance-off participant” still isn’t a valid career choice) by delivering gym bags for the local Notorious B.I.G. impersonator. Unfortunately, David is busy hitting on Elgin’s little sister when he should be helping her brother deliver a particularly big gym bag, and El ends up in the hospital. This sets off a series of events (mostly dance-related) that culminate in the most intense chess match ever put to film.

lineup.jpgOkay, fine: It all ends at the big dance competition, where the big prize is, coincidentally, just enough money to pay off Biggie, and the chance to be cut out of a Lil’ Kim video. Now, I don’t want to give anything away, but let’s just say that it involves a lot of serving and Lil’ Kim being more or less topless.

Sadly, being gotten served never really caught on, although I hear Kim is still mostly topless. Which is probably for the best. Kids have enough to deal with these days, what with having to get real, non-dancing jobs and all, without having their friends mock-threatening them with legal action at every turn.

Take Me Home Blog #7 – DON’T WORRY (Everyone ELSE is alone, too)

Filed under: Take Me Home Blog — UncaScroogeMcD @ 4:56 am

 

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I was laying in bed this morning, looking at my fiance, thinking of a lyric from Modest Mouse. “No one really knows the ones they love. If you knew everything they thought, I bet you’d wish that they’d just shut up.” I thought about it on the way to work, driving (or idling, rather) along the 101.

I don’t think you can help but think about loneliness in Los Angeles. More people than you can imagine, all winding their way through the veins of the city. I’m working on a film out in Agoura Hills, about 45 miles from downtown LA. There’s a spot on the highway where the city surrenders to the Malibu Mountains. And every time I reach it, I imagine Los Angeles 100 years ago. Is this what the rest of it looked like? Amber fields and whatnot? What was it like to be alive then? Surely we were happier. Despite more physical labor(which, after sitting at this computer for thirty minutes, I can’t imagine being a bad thing), more disease and hardships. But were they at least more connected? To each other, to the world surrounding them?

Naturally, I assume so. I picture neighbors knowing one another. The tipping of hats. Before the flood of people made villages into towns, towns into cities. You see, when I’m down, not only do I possess the gift of nostalgia for times I miss from my life, but times I never even lived. That I have no right to miss. I don’t think about how great other people have it elsewhere, I think about how great people had it back in 1874. You know, we were still licking our wounds from the war, not quite ready to launch into the Industrial Revolution. Not necessarily trying to get ahead. Just trying to get by.

Sounds pretty swell, huh? Sitting out on the porch, hearing the train whistle from the next town over. Maybe drinking Country Time lemonade (afterall, what are our memories without the imprint of mass marketing?). It all seems, well… perfect.

At the same time, I’ve been reading Sherwood Anderson’s classic “Winesburg, Ohio”. It’s a fictional town similar to the one he grew up in at the turn of the century. Each chapter follows a different member of the town of Winesburg, and each person is more hopeless than the one before. There’s the town pastor, being driven mad by his private obsession with the woman he spies on from the chapel window. An old crop picker who wants so badly to tell his young friend to flee his ensuing married life. The daughter of a farmer who is driven mad from the desire to live up to her father’s expectations.

And yet, despite all of the despair, it’s an amazingly gratifying book. One of the best I’ve ever read. And the reason is quite clear to me: with each page, I’m reminded of our connection. Loneliness and disappointment. These are universal; they somehow weave their way through all stretches of time and place.

As of now, do you feel isolated? Do you think the internet has changed that? For the better… or for the worse?

In the latest Rolling Stone, there’s an interview with author Kurt Vonnegut where he laments the decline of civilization. Could he be right? Or is he just getting old?

We reached 300 million people here in the U.S. this summer. We’re supposed to hit 400 million by 2040. More people, less land… more isolation? If a man has thirteen kids, can he love them as fully as he would three?

These are the questions left playing Pong in my brain as the day draws to a close. In a moment, I will slide into bed next to my future wife. Comforted, if even momentarily, by the idea that if we all must fall asleep alone, at least I get to do so in her company.

-Sam Jaeger

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Weekend Shopping Guide 8/25/06: Lemon Demon

Filed under: Shopping Guides — UncaScroogeMcD @ 4:09 am

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The weekend’s here. You’ve just been paid, and it’s burning a hole in your pocket. What’s a pop culture geek to do? In hopes of steering you in the right direction to blow some of that hard-earned cash, it’s time for the Quick Stop Weekend Shopping Guide – your spotlight on the things you didn’t even know you wanted…

Sometimes, you run across someone that is so incredibly talented that you envy and admire their skills, to the point of wondering why they were so greedy at the talent pool, taking what surely must have been other’s shares of genius (like mine – I’m sure this bastard took what should have been my piano playing ability… ). But the ultimate insult is when they’re so damn good that you actually really and truly dig what they do… It’s hard to hate someone whose work has been on repeat since it arrived in the mail. Such is the case with Neil Cicierega (http://www.eviltrailmix.com) and his one-man band, Lemon Demon. Like a cross between They Might Be Giants, Harry Nilsson, Matthew Sweet, Jonathan Coulton, and every other bright, infectious songwriter you can name, Cicierega’s Lemon Demon is like a pop confection filled with witty nougat and intelligent caramel… And is nowhere near as awkward as my candy metaphor. Do yourself a huge favor and pick up all three Lemon Demon albums – Damn Skippy, Hip To The Javabean, & Dinosaurchestra ($10-$11 each) – via http://www.CDFreedom.com. Then you can begin hating his genius and talent, like me.

After wrapping up her inaugural season’s big mystery and clearing her father’s reputation, Veronica Mars starts her second season (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$59.98 SRP) with a brand new case to solve, starting with a missed ride on the school bus (a bus which plummets off the side of a cliff minutes later). With the circumstances in doubt, you can bet Veronica’s hitting the bricks, and it proves to be a great sophomore effort that keeps the momentum from a wonderful first season. The 6-disc set features a pair of featurettes, deleted scenes, and a gag reel (sadly, still no commentaries – here’s hoping another one will pop up on the net).

Presenting dozens of rarely to never-before-seen pieces of conceptual artwork, The Art of Disneyland (Disney Press, $49.95 SRP) is a stunning volume celebrating the 50th anniversary of Walt’s wonderland. Of all the amazing pieces presented – showing the development of the various lands and attractions – my favorite remains the work of animator Marc Davis, whose design sensibilities made rides like “Pirates of the Caribbean” and “The Haunted Mansion” the beloved character pieces they are to this day.

Who doesn’t love a Tommy pastiche that substitutes Nintendo for pinball and has Fred Savage as the svengali-like brother (a la Tom Cruise in Rain Man) of the titular character’s video game prodigy? Yes, I went to go see The Wizard (Universal, Rated PG, DVD-$14.98 SRP) on the big screen in 1989, mainly to get a first glimpse at the then-hotly anticipated Super Mario Brothers 3 (remember those good ol’ days?). Did I think it was cheese, even as a kid? Sure. Did I still go giddy seeing a leaf-powered Mario take flight? You’re damn right I did.

Long before he conquered America as Dr. House, Hugh Laurie had earned his place amongst Britain’s comedic firmament alongside the brilliant Stephen Fry as the dynamic duo Fry & Laurie. After long years of waiting and hoping, the first two seasons of their sketch series A Bit of Fry & Laurie (BBC, Not Rated, DVD-$24.98 SRP each) has made its way to DVD. While the bonus materials on the first season is technically limited to the rarely-seen pilot, the second season features the documentary Footlights: 100 Years of Comedy, featuring early Fry & Laurie material. If you’ve never seen the show, rectify that glaring oversight immediately.

There have been a surprising spate of Elizabeth I dramas to come down the pike the last few years (as well as a couple of documentaries), but none of them sucked me into to the drama of her reign quite like HBO’s Elizabeth I miniseries (HBO, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP), starring Helen Mirren as the titular monarch and concentrating on not only her tempestuous time on the throne, but also her early love affair with the earl of Leicester (Jeremy Irons) but also his stepson the Earl of Essex (Hugh Dancy). Bonus materials include a making-of featurette and a look at the real Elizabeth.

It’s not the best of Britcoms (which is a pretty high standard, actually), but the complete first season of The Worst Week Of My Life (BBC, Not Rated, DVD-$24.98 SRP) is still a goofily fun romp, chronicling the week before the wedding of Howard (Ben Miller) and Mel (Sarah Alexander). If things can wrong, they do. If misunderstanding can happen, they do. If family relations can prove odd and disruptive… well, you get the picture. Bonus materials include interviews with the cast & writers, and outtakes.

Hot on the heels of the disastrous Howard the Duck, the critical knives were sharpened for the George Lucas-produced Radioland Murders (Universal, Rated PG, DVD-$14.98 SRP) – which is a shame, because its all-star whodunit during the 1930’s-era of live radio is actually a fun, if slight, romp. It also stars the criminally underappreciated (and under-used) Brian Benben, who deserves boatloads of Emmy’s for his work as Martin Tupper in Dream On. Go on and give this flick another chance.

Martin Freeman follows up his turn on The Office with The Robinsons (BBC, Not Rated, DVD-$24.98 SRP) where he play Ed – the recently-divorced black sheep of a family that plays like a middle class version of Arrested Development‘s Bluths. Add to that profound dissatisfaction with his job and a mid-life crisis at 32, the first season is a wonderfully dry slice of aging Gen-X comedy. Bonus features include a behind-the-scenes featurette, outtakes, and commentary on all 6 episodes.

Celebrating his 80th birthday, Sony Legacy has released a clutch of pretty damn good Tony Bennett discs, spanning his entire career. The discs included – fully remastered, mind you – are I Left My Heart In San Francisco, Perfectly Frank, MTV Unplugged, Tony Bennett’s Greatest Hits of the 50’s, and Tony Bennett’s Greatest Hits of the 60’s (Sony Legacy, $11.98 SRP each).

Dismissed at the time as a lackluster return to TV, opinion has been turning the other way in regards to The Comeback (HBO, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP), Lisa Kudrow’s single season spoof on a down-and-out actress’s return to the spotlight via a reality TV show. As the formerly A-list, now C-list, Valerie Cherish, Kudrow is a bag of neediness, ego, and eccentricities, and the 13 episode run is just as awkwardly funny and bitingly satirical as that other HBO show starring Larry David. The 2-disc set features an exclusive interview with Valerie, backstage at her appearance on Dancing With the Stars, and even audio commentaries.

From the first helicopter glory hot shot of the mammoth ocean liner representing the new, bigger Poseidon (Warner Bros., Rated PG-13, DVD-$34.98 SRP), my spider-sense began to tingle. Surely, Wolfgang Peterson couldn’t find a way to make the already soap opera-ish disaster classic The Poseidon Adventure tackier, could he? Well, of course he can! Just about every cliché and archetype is dusted off and made even more extreme (can you imagine characters more cliché than the original?), and the increase in scale of the vessel itself does little to ratchet up the palpable tension the much smaller ship in the original accomplished so well… In fact, the gargantuan modern S.S. Poseidon actually makes things slightly more comical, if anything. Anyway, you know the only reason to watch it is for the boat flipping. The 2-disc set features a making-of documentary, behind-the-scenes featurettes (including an intern’s video diary), the theatrical trailer, and a History Channel documentary on rogue waves.

With Spike Lee’s devastating documentary about the national tragedy of New Orleans in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, now may be a good time to give a spin to The Dirty Dozen Brass Band’s elegiac and powerful remake of Marvin Gay’s What’s Going On (Shout! Factory, $18.98 SRP). I really can’t say much more than to go listen, and don’t forget.

Those who know Fred MacMurray solely from My Three Sons and The Absent-Minded Professor must drop everything and experience his turn in Billy Wilder’s Academy Award-winning Double Indemnity (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$26.98 SRP), playing the murderous lover of Barbara Stanwyck and co-conspirator in a plot to off her wealthy husband after he signs a lucrative double indemnity insurance policy. Will they get away with the crime, or will a suspicious claims manager (Edward G. Robinson) catch the nefarious couple? It’s noir at its best, and now-available as a 2-disc special edition featuring a brand-new documentary, commentary with Richard Schickel, commentary with film historian/screenwriter Lem Dobbs and film historian Nick Redman, and the 1973 made-for-TV remake starring Richard Crenna.

I’ve stated in the past what a fan I am of the Critical Review documentaries, which take an in-depth look at various bands with critical analysis, plus rare interviews and footage. The latest is the second volume on Queen, covering the period from 1980-1991 (Chrome Dreams, Not Rated, DVD-$19.95 SRP).

One of those certifiable sci-fi classics (so classic it even co-stars The Professor himself, Russell Johnson), This Island Earth (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$14.98 SRP) gets a newly-remastered release – but criminally, zero bonus features. What’s up with that? I want to know how those Metaluna Mutants were made! And what’s the deal with releasing this widescreen flick full frame? At the very least, can you finally re-release a special edition of Mystery Science Theater 3000: The Movie, which took aim at the flick?

Even though Just My Luck (Fox, Rated PG-13, DVD-$29.99 SRP) is a harmless, generally amusing fluff of a film, every time I saw star Lindsey Lohan onscreen, I couldn’t help but thinking of the hard-partying chronic fatigue sufferer we’ve all come to know and love. All in all, it makes her perpetually lucky character’s role reversal with a perpetually unlucky young man an unintentional cautionary tale, as seeing Lohan dirty in the gutter doesn’t seem so far a stretch anymore. Bonus features include deleted scenes and a pair of behind-the-scenes featurettes.

The release of historical Montreux Jazz Festival concerts continues with James Brown: Live At Montreux 1981 (Eagle Vision, Not Rated, DVD-$14.98 SRP), featuring not only the 14-song concert, but also a 10-track bonus CD of the performance.

After discovering a downed alien aircraft in the Atlantic, the government hastily assembles a team of experts in order to prepare for the possibility of alien invasion – a team christened Threshold (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$54.99 SRP). It’s a relatively straightforward concept and featured a great cast – including Charles S. Dutton, Carla Gugino, and Brent Spiner – but the series never seemed to gel into anything close to its potential. Not surprisingly, the only threshold it crossed was cancellation. The 4-disc set features behind-the-scenes featurettes, deleted scenes, and an audio commentary on the pilot.

As much as I enjoyed the adaptations featured in the BBC’s original collection, I think my favorites are amongst those in the Charles Dickens Collection 2 (BBC, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP). Loaded to the hilt with spectacular casts and spry staging, this 4-disc set features The Pickwick Papers, Dombey And Son, The Old Curiosity Shop, and Daniel Radcliffe’s first big break as David Copperfield (alongside Bob Hoskins, Dawn French, Ian McKellan, Maggie Smith, and Imelda Staunton). The set also contains a behind-the-scenes doc on Copperfield and Simon Callow reading from Pickwick.

Most surprise hit shows stumble in their sophomore seasons (see Desperate Housewives), but House (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$59.98 SRP) avoided that most destructive of pitfalls by remaining true to its core asset – Hugh Laurie’s Dr. Gregory House, a man whose bedside manner is virtually nonexistent, whose ego is massive, and whose sometimes unorthodox diagnoses and treatments are usually correct. The 6-disc set features all 24 episodes, plus alternate takes (you simply have to see), commentaries, “An Evening with House & It Could Be Lupus.. featurettes, and a blooper reel.

Another victim of the great network sci-fi slaughter of 2006, Invasion (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$59.98 SRP) focuses on the town of Homestead, Florida in the aftermath of Hurricane Eve – which left not destroyed homes, but also a profoundly altered clutch of townspeople. Is it a natural occurrence? Is it a conspiracy? Is it aliens? The only thing for sure is it was cancelled, so this 6-disc set contains all 22 episodes, plus deleted scenes, a featurette on creator Shaun Cassidy, and a gag reel.

And finally, this week’s toy recommendation. If those atrocious images from the upcoming Transformers movie abomination have your mind reeling and your heart aching, pick up one of Hasbro’s new Transformers: Titanium Series die cast figures ($15.99 SRP each). Fully transformable and featuring a display stand, each die cast metal figure is closer to the classic characters we know and love than anything that’s come out of Michael Bay’s overblown big screen disaster in the making. Go get the figs and feel better.

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So there you have it… my humble suggestions for what to watch, listen to, play with, or waste money on this coming weekend. See ya next week…

Scrubs Blog: Pics a Plenty

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Things are awfully busy now that production has resumed, so everyone’s running around a bit right now – so this week we’ve got a slew of pics to tide you over.  

Let me remind you, though, that in support of the National Multiple Sclerosis Society, a Scrubs Scooter is being raffled off on October 7th. Tickets for the auction can be purchased online right now for $5.00, with all the money going to the National Multiple Sclerosis Society. You can head over to the MS site and enter by CLICKING HERE

And now, the pics… First off, a hospital with no actors…

 

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And finally, how the staff conducts itself around the “Congrats On Your Engagement Johnny C.” chocolate fountain… 

 

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Trailer Park: Old Media Vs. New Media: The Superfly Snooka Cage Match

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By Christopher Stipp

Archives? Right Here…

It’s an interesting time to be alive for your average movie critic.

I think, for a while, I really wanted to be a movie critic for a local paper here in Phoenix. I was turning in writing samples to a few places and even when I thought there might be some chance to do something meaningful I sent more samples into a void where I didn’t even get a formal letter of rejection.

I’ve sized up the competition and, not to be full of my own abilities, I know that a writing style like mine trumps the blended vanilla blandness that most reviewers pen their screeds in on a weekly basis. Sure, because Phoenix is so small this town loves to coddle the pretty contributors for both dailies on the television set for a rousing weekly sit-down of what adults should be seeing that week at the theaters. It might be jealousy or sheer confusion on my part but these same dudes, and don’t kid yourselves into believeing that someone like Janet Maslin of the New York Times would be welcomed into such a stratified boys club if sharp women like her set their sights on this dustbowl, are also on the radio and in print for their weekly diatribes.

This sort of monopoly on the critic market actually gave me pause last week when I read David Poland’s article on the state of the old media critic and the new media counterpart. What should be abundantly clear after getting a sense for the difference between what is really a racket designed to favor those who are able to have their words stamped in black ink and disseminated to regional laypersons is that new media, even with the handful of webtards who would do better to read up on the construction of a sentence than they do in pole smoking the latest from Uwe Boll, is kind of a better place to be subsiting if you enjoy the kind of freedoms that come with not having to answer to shareholders while demonstrating your value.

I won’t lie and say that if given the chance I would spit in the face of opportunity to write a few things for a publishing conglomerate, I already have and I’ll be sharing the details of this monumentous, yet financially microscopic, event as the date comes closer, but this debate has renewed my faith in the idea that there are hardcore journalists out there who are standing up against the monoliths that essentially want to disregard the contributions of “new media” writers.

I’d like to think that enjoying not just movies, but the critical theory that can help deepen a film’s meaning, that I can be stimulated by writings that have some weight to them. However, at the end of the day who really cares about a well written SNAKES ON A PLANE review when the people who care about good writing, and see Internet outlets as perfectly acceptable avenues for it, are just as relevant, if not more, than their cubicle counterparts if they’re infused with the kind of creativity and originality that is bred out of journalists. This doesn’t pertain to all critics, mind you, but, again, if “Old Media” want to talk smack about those of you who choose to get their information from the Internet then I say we have a frank discussion about newspapers in general.
To see it a different way, how many here actually wait and read their newspaper on Friday morning to read a fresh review from your local talent? I don’t and I’ll tell you a frank, and simplistic, reason why: the reviews just aren’t fresh. They are, mostly, flat, fetid and mostly all indistinguishable. I don’t hear a voice anymore coming from my paper. I want someone to can entertain my sensibilites as a reader but I also don’t want someone to use the space to flex their knowledge of all things film by injecting obscurity into the mix. You want a good reason why newspapers are a dying breed? People are consuming their media with a little flavor. The Internet is responsible for finally taking a billy club upside the head of the overweight monopolies controlling what and how you read.

So, while I may not agree with everything that David Poland, Jeffrey Wells or any number of electronic scribblers put out for the world to see I am filled with great delight knowing this debate is raging forward with some excellent representatives from this side of the peanut gallery that will take some of these bulbous blowhards to task. I know my voice is very small compared to theirs but if some relics from an era that is slowly melting and receeding like a glacier want to really go to town on this, and I know they will, then they need to only look further than their paycheck and realize that there is work out here that rivals their own for free and packed with the kind of passion that they’ve long since forgotten how to channel.
Now, that said, let me proclaim as succinctly as possible that the trailer for BEERFEST is crap, the one for FLYBOYS is ass and I think that anyone who doesn’t think the preview for ROCKY BALBOA is anything less than promising needs a good rogering with the business end of a toilet brush. Enjoy your weekends, you freeloading cheapskates, who dine on my genius for nothing…
HALF NELSON (2006)

Director: Ryan Fleck
Cast:
Ryan Gosling, Shareeka Epps, Anthony Mackie
Release: August 11, 2006 (Limited)
Synopsis:
Dan Dunne (Ryan Gosling) is a young inner-city junior high school teacher whose ideals wither and die in the face of reality. Day after day in his shabby Brooklyn classroom, he somehow finds the energy to inspire his 13 and 14-year-olds to examine everything from civil rights to the Civil War with a new enthusiasm.

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Prognosis: Positive. Quick”¦

Name your favorite Ryan Gosling moment. I played this game with myself whenever I see someone who I recognize from bit parts and am having trouble to quickly think of their most resonant moment with me. For Ryan, though, I couldn’t think of a damn thing with the exception of the played-out “Lazy Sunday” song from SNL and Co. I’ve never seen THE NOTEBOOK, I have no plans on ever seeing THE NOTEBOOK and would mentally check-out of my body should I ever have to endure THE NOTEBOOK. I would like to state, though, that this is perhaps the first Ryan Gosling performance that has trailer really poked my brain with its mere 2:02 running time.

I like trailers that open with a little something more than just blasting right into things if the makers can justify doing it that way and here we get that. What I like about this opening is that Ryan is sacked out in bed, living inches above his squalor, and while we don’t yet understand who he is or what he’s doing he gets his ass out of bed and we next meet up with him while he’s in his car, ready to tackle his day doing whatever it is we’re about to see: he’s a teacher.

I know I’ve seen so many stories about teachers, I guess writers identify closely to the things they know best and teachers just seem like a logical extension of this, thus, the plethora of flicks devoted to them but I am immediately put on the defensive for exactly this reason; this movie needs to have something new to say and as Ryan makes his way though the halls of his assigned public school hell on earth with the exception that this isn’t as hellacious as you’d think.

One of the great things about the modern, urban, public school is that it is rife with kids who are ready to throw down to the sounds of Guns N’ Roses “Welcome to the Jungle” but this doesn’t feel that way. It feels real. Ryan talks extemporaneously about the idea of machines, of prisons and educational systems being part of these machines, and one of his kids takes a crack at him at being a part of it all. It’s genuine, in a way, and I like the vibe it creates.

A critical acclaim is quickly dropped and it’s perfectly executed; it doesn’t stay on the screen for long, establishes some credibility and gets on with the rest of the movie.

Ryan coaches basketball and throws in a little levity to those girls who he is trying to reach out to and it fits in perfectly to the notion that we’re exposed to next: it’s the teacher that is dangerous on the inside. Ryan has a drug problem while he’s trying to “get by” with teaching those he’s entrusted with on a daily basis. It’s a quandary that hasn’t been exposed before in modern storytelling on the screen.

I like that as he tries to quell his own demons he is shown to be bringing down those around him with one of those people being a kid who seemingly looks up to him.

Drop in an Entertainment Weekly nod that pimps Ryan’s performance in the flick with an amazing song choice in “Stars and Sons” by Broken Social Scene. These last few moments that we have with witnessing Ryan’s descent are handled with editorial sharpness.

“Baseheads don’t have friends”¦”

The final stretch to the finish line is packed with just the essence of what this movie is about but the real meat of the flick isn’t in just the simple man on drugs who comes clean and gets on with life but, I would argue, it’s the weight of the visualization that brings this quite simple story into our living room. If the movie can at least come correct with a unique angle, and the trailer does a solid job in selling this performance, there isn’t any reason this movie can’t be seen as anything less than a victory for Gosling. The very fact I am talking about him without having to resort to “Lazy Sunday” should say a lot.
BEERFEST (2006)

Director: Jay Chandrasekar
Cast: Jay Chandrasekar, Kevin Heffernan, Steve Lemme, Paul Soter, Eric Stolhanske
Release: August 25, 2006
Synopsis: When American brothers Todd and Jan Wolfhouse travel to Germany to spread their grandfather’s ashes at Oktoberfest, they stumble upon a super-secret, centuries old, underground beer games competition – “Beerfest,” the secret Olympics of beer drinking.

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Prognosis: Negative. No.

It all started with Kevin being stuck in traffic, really. Smith was supposed to speak to the throngs of geeks herded into the largest hall available at the San Diego Convention Center and upon getting the moderators’ word that the Q&A was going to be postponed until well after it was supposed to happen the representative for Comic-Con offered up a real long look at BEERFEST. It was a) understandable that nerds had something to do with the inordinate amount of traffic streaming into San Diego proper and b) nice that since digging on SUPER TROOPERS so much I wanted to see how much I’d like this flick.

Happen to turn out that I didn’t like it all, actually. The extended footage that we were shown wasn’t that compelling as a comedy and there almost seemed to be rhythm problem with the jokes that were being made. I wasn’t really getting what was supposed to be funny and I just sat there with a straight line across my lips. I wasn’t laughing but I wasn’t getting its vibe, I figured. I felt that I would reserve my real judgment until a trailer, something that finds the best way to get the funny across, shows me what to expect.

Not much, actually.

Maybe it takes the full impact of the film’s set-up and knock down before you get the full effect but right from the opening there isn’t anything amusing about the establishing that this isn’t as Olympic as they try to make it. I’m sure there was someone who thought they were being awfully funny with the voiceover and then snapping us out of that reality to the “gotcha!” moment.

We’re treated to dudes drinking lots of beer in a competitive game of countries pitted against one another with there being wacky representatives of said countries; yeah, worked great for DODGEBALL, didn’t it? It kind of takes this idea, having ostentatious caricatures of people you’d meet in other lands, and runs with it. It’s lame and tired and just not funny.

Oh, and then we get Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock’s “It Takes Two” playing in the background, which I don’t understand as last time I checked this was 2006 not 1988, to which is played over the scenes of how this super group of drinkers all converge. Again, I’m not sure what drinking game they’re playing where dudes sit around a table making faces at one another but I guess it might be funny to some people.

There’s a joke about Ms. Barley, Ms. Hopps and, you guessed it right if you pay attention, Ms. Yeast that’s about as funny as something I could come up with on my own which doesn’t say much. I would also make the comment that there’s a lot of screaming, as well, going on but that’s quickly addressed by the extended moment near the end of the trailer where many dudes just scream out loud for no reason. Again, funny? I’m not sure.

The final leak of this trailer, dudes lined up to no doubt evacuate their loins after a hearty drinking contest, IS funny. I am glad there was at least something I could say was positive but the temptation here to Gene Shalit you all with the line that this movie looks like it’s going to do the exact same thing, go down quickly and out just as fast, is too tempting.

I think I’ll pass. In fact, I know I will.

FLYBOYS (2006)

Director: Tony Bill
Cast: James Franco, Jean Reno, Martin Henderson, Jennifer Decker, Tyler Labine
Release: September 29, 2006
Synopsis: Academy Award-winning director Tony Bill tells the story of young Americans who, before the U.S. entered WWI, volunteered for the French military and became the country’s first fighter pilots. Fighting a war that wasn’t theirs, these young, naive adventure-seekers learned the true meaning of love, brotherhood, heroism, courage and tolerance.

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Prognosis: Negative. I bow to the Gods of the corporation who make my Ativan.

I am now able to get on a plane without too much fear of having the skin ripped from my body in a violent impact of the plane’s fuselage.

That said, I am actually mildly interested in this film which says a lot for a flick that sports James Franco, an actor who looks like he could be really compelling in a movie that isn’t complete crap.

“Looking back, we had no idea what to expect”¦”

The idea of this film is a first step in the right direction for making a movie about this “based on a true story” kind of situation: America’s first ever fighter pilots that tangle with enemies even before America entered WWI? Now, this is a movie premise but where the hell is it?

It’s nowhere to be found. We get Franco’s voiceover of how these dudes had no idea what to expect when they first arrived at Camp Wherever for training to be pilots in a war of not their choosing but the voiceover fails at getting traction with me. I’ve heard the “no idea what to expect” line a few dozen times and every single time, yeah, there are a few things I would be able to say that to but for the most part you could say that about a night cleanup boy having to walk into a women’s room after hosting an all-you-can-eat buffet at the local Taco Bell during a ladies Learn to Appreciate Your Size rally where the exit doors, and men’s room, were inexplicably welded shut for a couple of days. Give me something unique to put in my hand.

As we plod on through the trailer I think for a moment that I am excited by the image of seeing these Red Barron Pizza planes dropping these mini bombs but I remember back to Michael Bay’s PEARL HARBOR trailer, getting duped by that wicked awesome shot of the bomb falling to the ground, and I am not yet moved.

The moves and motions are gone through as Franco comes off as the modern day Maverick from TOP GUN. Really. It’s every derivative, false, lazy plot devices there are: he gets into fights, has snappy comebacks and even tells his bird that he’s comin’ back with a grin that is so endemic to archetypes of this ilk.

I won’t even respond to the follow-up that happens with one of the monkeys these pilots get in a fight with earlier in the trailer, there being a “let’s just get along” moment that nearly makes me wretch, but there are moments of actual flying that inspire some awe in me.

The planes, while not F-14 Tomcats, are rendered quite nicely on the screen with the fight scenes provided for our consideration. The machine guns taking out paper thin wings, explosions in mid-air tossing bits of what was once airborne and even as these planes strafe those running on the ground below are all very impressive to watch. It’s just the human element, you see, that’s improperly represented, or written.

I’m thinking it’s the written part, too.

The final moments of this trailer don’t do this movie any favors as, again, we get Franco looking up page 167 of How to Be a Silver Screen Hero as it states that when you first tell your girl that you’re going to be fine with a grin early on in the picture you’ve got to then cry just a litte bit, getting misty would work better, and say you’re always going to be together as that cheesy ass music makes a “moment” of it all. I think I vomited just a little in my mouth.

Again we’re told that these guys were the first to fly (thanks for the redundancy, a-holes! This isn’t MEMENTO.) and the final monologue by Franco that says when you risk it all”¦just forget it. It’s just a by-the-book statement that I can’t even bring myself to transcribe.

ROCKY BALBOA (2006)

Director: Sylvester Stallone
Cast:
Sylvester Stallone, Burt Young, Tony Burton, Milo Ventimiglia, James Francis Kelly III
Release: December 22, 2006
Synopsis: The greatest underdog story of our time is back for one final round of the Academy Award-winning Rocky franchise. Former heavyweight champion Rocky Balboa steps out of retirement and back into the ring, putting himself against a new rival in a dramatically different era.

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Prognosis: Positive. What’s funny is that this guy is 60 years old and he could beat my ass without so much as getting that other hand I tied behind his back free and loose.

I do have to admit, though, that my interest in this franchise peaked along with a lot of other kids in the 80’s with ROCKY IV. How could anyone top having Apollo Creed beaten to a death by a Russian, the quintessential embodiment of what Cold War propaganda taught us all to think Russia was filled with, blonde and oily bo-hunks that were obviously well-fed while being in no danger of having its government crumble like a wheat cracker. It was, really, an excellent movie by pure dumb-fun standards. You had that musical interlude where Rocky mentally avenges his friends’ death by working extra special hard in that barn while Drago dopes up and gets more huge, you got Carl Weathers and James Brown doing a dance that, I would argue, should have been up for some kind of special category Oscar and then you had Rocky winning at the end when it was really Dolph, good ol’ master’s in chemical engineering totin’ Dolph, who took the fall. There was no way in hell Rocky should have won, None. But who cares when you see that Rocky V was a complete mess and that this trailer starts with Rocky’s theme song.

Stallone gets one more chance and this, I hope, is it: literally and figuratively.

I don’t really understand the way that we’re getting to the set-up. It supposes that a computer game puts Rocky up against some youthful n00b and has Rocky as the virtual winner. Rocky sees this and it actually gives him a moment of pause. Now, I get that. Rocky starts to feel that phantom hand itch a little bit, wanting to pound the living piss out of some other miscast opponent that not even Don King would promote, and there is a real grittiness to the events that unfold.

He looks like the kind of person who would dust off the old equipment, ask to fight someone or something local and then just start to feel it out to see what he could do. I think where the series went wrong with V kind of gets back on the right track by actually humanizing the boxer in the character and not making it such a spectacle.

I think that AJ Benza’s inclusion as the fast talking, swarthy agent, does the trailer a service by establishing how Rocky goes from thinking he wants to do something local and then having it explode into something else. There are no voiceovers, no false musical cues and no slo-mo to speak of by the 3/4ths mark of this trailer and somehow, someway, I actually start to believe this crap.

His trainer’s back for another go in this movie and I find myself reflecting on the physical conditions Rocky suffers from in a way that brings me even closer to the reality of this unreality.

The cinematography speaks a lot about how lo-key this film feels between the fingers. It’s gritty in a way and as you see Stallone struggle to even get through physical conditioning there’s a spark in this franchise I believed V killed off completely. The quick cuts that follow this moment are sharp, telling (were the roses I saw for the grave of Adrian? Hmm,,,), devoid of any bravado splash of immortality that made you think there could be more films after this and an ending that finally makes me want to spend money to see if Stallone is going to win.

The latter speaks to how I hope Stallone sees himself more as a writer than he is a man of mega-blockbuster. I am amazed, and still am, that he should be more loved for his abilities with the pen than he is with his acting ability, but I am pulling for Stallone for the first time as a writer. I want to believe that Rocky is taken to a logical conclusion for better or defeat.

Comics in Context #143 – San Diego 2006 – The Donner Party

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The following events took place on Friday, July 20, between 9:00 AM and 2:30 PM.

One of my goals with my reports on this year’s San Diego Comic Con is to persuade my fellow Quick Stop columnist Frugal Fred Hembeck that it is about time he made the trek out there. To be sure, there is a certain degree of difficulty involved in this expedition, as Friday morning demonstrated.

FRIDAY 9:00 AM
As you may recall, I was splitting a room at the Coronado Island Marriott Resort with three other attendees at the Comic Arts Conference. Patrick Jagoda, who organized our group of four, suggested that I pay my quarter of the bill directly to the hotel this morning. So we went down to the front desk and I asked the woman on duty to divide the cost of five nights by four. This simple mathematical task proved to be a severe strain of her mental faculties. She eventually accomplished this imposing feat, but said that it would take her another twenty minutes to prepare a receipt. (Why it would take so long in this age of computers I do not know.)

I decided it would be wiser to stick around to make sure she didn’t screw up, and let Patrick and the others take the 9:30 AM water shuttle over to the Con. But what could I do to pass the time for twenty minutes? Exploring the hotel lobby, I came across a dazzling all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet. It was wonderful until I got the bill: twenty dollars for breakfast!? Well, I ended up taking some of the food with me, so I could count some of it as lunch.

Then I returned to the front desk, where the same woman told me that she miscalculated the tax and that I owed her five more dollars. I would subsequently learn that she had overcharged me.

Between the hassles of finding a hotel and straightening out the bill and eating overpriced breakfasts and all the other annoyances, just how am I ever going to convince contented recluses like Fred Hembeck that it’s worth all the trouble to come here?

FRIDAY 10:00 AM
So I got aboard the 10:00 AM water taxi, and this morning the water was quite choppy, which turned out to be its usual state.

During this morning’s voyage I learned that two of my fellow passengers were Lolita Ritmanis and Michael McCuiston, composers for Justice League Unlimited and other Warners animated series that adapt DC Comics. A comics fan was eagerly chatting with them and asked what the next DC animated series would be. They told him it was Legion of Super Heroes, which premieres this fall. The fan said he’d never heard of the Legion. So I intervened and explained the Legion to him, while adding generation gap shock to my sticker shock over the cost of breakfast.

The water taxi landed at the San Diego Marriott, and, seeing Ritmanis and McCuiston take a short cut to the Convention Center, I followed their example. I headed towards the humongous Hall H, which holds 6500 seats and is infamous for the long lines waiting to enter. But this morning I just walked right in, to attend Hall H’s first panel of the day, “Warner Bros. Pictures Presents.”

FRIDAY 11:00 AM
But first an unidentified man on stage asked the assembling crowd how many were here at Comic-Con for the first time; a surprisingly large number applauded, but a much larger number were repeat visitors.

Then Gary Sassaman, the Comic-Con’s Director of Programming, walked out on stage. I’ve corresponded with him in the past, and he seemed an affable fellow. So I was surprised that his onstage demeanor is grim if not gritty.

In a somber tone of voice, he told us, “Happy to look out over you all and your semi-smiling faces.” Not even semi-smiling, Sassaman added, “We’re thrilled to have you here.”

Sassaman also made reference to what he called the “campers”: people who would remain in Hall H all day. This is a viable option: there are restrooms, and there is even a table in the Hall H lobby that sells food and drink. In years past I have sometimes attended a panel I wasn’t interested in in order to ensure I had a seat for the blockbuster panel that followed it in the same room. So I understand the campers’ strategy: they make sure they will see all the day’s Hall H events without having to wait in the legendary lines more than once.

Since Hall H is the venue for panels promoting movies, even if many of them are based on comics, the presence of the campers is a sign of how Comic-Con is no longer just about comics. The campers will not venture onto the main convention floor all day; they’ll never see the comics companies’ booths. For the campers, this is the San Diego Movie Con.

With the entrance onstage by publicist Jeff Walker, the Warner Brothers presentation commenced.

First up was a short panel promoting the horror movie The Reaping, including Academy Award-winning actress Hilary Swank, child actress Anna Sophia Robb, director Stephen Hopkins, and producer Joel Silver.

I found this segment most notable for offering the first example I saw at this year’s Comic-Con of the Fan Who Lacks a Sense of Reality. A questioner from the audience asked Hilary Swank if she would do a Supergirl TV show. “That’s very specific,” responded Ms. Swank diplomatically. Swank said that she would do television if it was a good project, and ended, “Let me think about Supergirl” I doubt that she thought about it for a second more.

The Reaping representatives were succeeded on stage by playwright and filmmaker Neil LaBute, a bespectacled, bearded, paunchy figure who looked as if he could easily blend in with the Comic-Con crowd. LaBute was there to promote his remake of the cult classic horror film The Wicker Man. “I was a fan of The Wicker Man when I was young,” LaBute told us, but he described the remake “as reimagined by myself” and others. “Reimagining,” of course, is a euphemism for freely changing anything one wants from the original material. For example, LaBute explained that whereas in the original the cult was headed by a patriarch played by Christopher Lee, in the new version he is replaced by a matriarch portrayed by Ellen Burstyn. LaBute maintained that the remake “keeps the spirit of the original.” Then moments later he told us that whereas the original opposed Christianity against paganism, his version was about “male” versus “female,” a theme “from my own work.”

Indeed, LaBute is well known for his plays and films depicting male misogyny. As to why he changed the patriarchy in the first Wicker Man into a matriarchy, he told us, “I guess I’m more scared of women than of men, but I’ve tried to keep the psychology of it at bay.” Now there’s a revealing statement. Perhaps he should look into his psyche a bit more.

Weeks later, in the August 18 issue of Entertainment Weekly, LaBute said, “But I come from theater and I see new productions of my plays all over the place, So the idea of taking somebody’s movie and saying, “˜I’m going to take this in a new direction’ doesn’t seem sacrilegious to me.” I should point out that when a stage director does a new production of a play, he doesn’t rewrite it.

Next came a video clip on Hall H’s enormous screens, and there was a long pause before the audience broke into loud applause. You see, they didn’t recognize Harry Potter–or, rather, actor Daniel Radcliffe–at first without Harry’s glasses. (So you see, the old Clark Kent disguise really does work.) Radcliffe was soon joined by David Yates, the director of the next film in the series, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which they discussed in the clio. To my mind this short video was disappointing, because Radcliffe and Yates were too low key: they were fulfilling their task of performing in this promo professionally enough, but didn’t seem genuinely interested enough in it. In contrast, I recall how Peter Jackson so successfully reached out and bonded with the Comic-Con audience through his prerecorded video message during last year’s King Kong presentation (see “Comics in Context” #99).

One good bit was Yates’ description of the next film’s sadistic Professor Umbridge as “a genetic splice between Doris Day and Freddy Krueger.”

Following the video Jeff Walker told us, “I promise someday we’ll get all three of them,” by which I assume he meant bringing the actors who play Harry, Hermione and Ron to the San Diego Con.

Then Walker introduced what he called “unused footage from Superman Returns.” It turned out to be a blooper reel, whose high point was a scene in which James Marsden, as Richard White, was questioning Kate Bosworth, as his girlfriend Lois Lane, about her relationship with Superman. Marsden bombarded Bosworth with a barrage of risque inquiries that were not in the script, such as whether she and Superman had become members of the Mile High Club. (I didn’t like Marsden in the X-Men movies, but I like him now.)

Then Superman Returns‘ director Bryan Singer, in baseball cap and sweatshirt, walked onstage to big applause. He doffed his cap and someone shouted, “I love you, Bryan!” Singer almost immediately started taking questions from the audience.

The first inquiry was about Lois’s son Jason in the movie, who is clearly Superman’s. Singer explained that Jason’s upbringing is meant to “parallel” Superman’s. Superman is “the last son of Krypton” who was “raised by humans.” Jason is Superman’s son, and is being raised by “human parents,” Lois and Richard. But, “unlike Superman,” Singer said, Jason has “genetic material” from both an alien and a human.

Singer revealed that he himself was adopted, and that it was important to him that “Richard White must be a good guy” and Lois must be “a good woman.” He also said that the situation of being half alien and half human reminded him of Star Trek‘s Mr. Spock.

Why is it that so often fans who are brave (or exhibitionistic) enough to ask questions of celebrities at cons say such dumb things? The next fan to ask a question claimed that he had seen Superman Returns twice and that there were “slight cuts” the second time. Singer replied that this was “impossible” but that “I would love to do slightly different versions” in order to “get more people to see the film.”

Next came a woman who objected to Superman “fathering an illegitimate child” in Singer’s film. There was some applause, approving her charge. Singer joked, “You just lost all of Middle America.” Then he turned serious and stated that “love in the modern world takes many forms” and that there are “different kinds of families.” This received big applause from the audience, far greater than Singer’s accuser had gotten.

Discussing scenes he had deleted from the film, Singer revealed that he had finished a $10 million scene in which “Superman actually returns to Krypton,” or, rather, to what’s left of it. Singer said it “didn’t fit into the picture,” but that it should be seen on a theater screen. “It might be underwhelming on DVD,” he said. So, Singer continued, he “wants to save the Krypton scene for something else,” by which he presumably meant another film, though he added “I may change my mind.”

Will he do a sequel to Superman Returns? “I haven’t concluded a deal to do it yet,” he told us. However, “my intention is to do it for 2009.” His first Superman film “reintroduces the characters and universe,” he explained. “The next one enables me to get all Wrath of Khan on it,” referring to the second Star Trek movie.

Then Singer said he wanted to introduce a “friend” “without whom I wouldn’t be here.” And surprise guest Richard Donner, the director of the original 1978 Superman movie, walked onstage to huge applause. Singer and Donner (who was wearing a Superman cap) embraced.

And then the questions from the audience resumed. The next fan was pleased that, as he put it, Skeletor was Perry White in Superman Returns. Singer explained that “my best friend is Gary Goddard,” who directed the movie He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, in which Frank Langella played the villain Skeletor. So that is indeed the reason why Singer cast Langella in Superman Returns!

Singer was also the director of the first two X-Men movies. So the next questioner asked if Singer would come back “to repair the damage” done to the X-Men films. Singer responded, “I have to see who’s left in the cast,” getting applause. “I love the actors and the X-Men universe,” Singer told us, adding that he devoted “six years of my life” to the X-Men.

“Have you ever had a better producer?” teased Donner, referring to his wife Lauren Shuler-Donner, who produced all three X-Men films.

Returning to the question of whether he’d go back to X-Men films, Singer summed up, “It’s entirely possible. I never know.”

In responding to another question, Singer took the opportunity to salute his fellow director. Singer said that in doing Superman Returns “I decided to return to Richard Donner’s vision” from the first film. “If Richard Donner hadn’t done that movie, there wouldn’t be superhero movies.” Singer said there would just be “bad TV” about superheroes. Donner’s film, he continued, “enabled Smallville and Lois and Clark to take it [the Superman mythos] seriously.” Singer declared, “Dick’s film is the ultimate classic.”

Then Donner addressed the subject of Superman II. Donner originally shot Superman and Superman II simultaneously, but, as Donner told us, they “postponed the rest of II“ in order to finish the first film. Then, Donner continued, due to the “inimitable good taste of the producer,” they “decided not to bring me back to finish II.”

Instead, Richard Lester was assigned to complete Superman II, and Lester threw out much of the footage that Donner had already shot. As longtime readers of this column know, in recent years fans have attempted to reassemble Donner’s version of Superman II from footage included in various extended versions of the film, but much of Donner’s material remained inaccessible (see “Comics in Context” #90). But it appears that fan demand finally convinced Warner Brothers to reconstruct the Donner version of Superman II, and it will be released on DVD on November 28.

Donner recalled that he got a phone call from a man named Michael Thau who told him that people on the Internet wanted “to see my version of II. I said, “I’d love to see my version of II.'” So Warner Brothers hired Thau to produce and edit the reconstruction of Donner’s version of the film.

Donner said that “a lot of it had disappeared” and that “a pivotal scene in II was never filmed.” However, Donner had used the script for this scene in the screen tests for both Christopher Reeve (as Superman/Clark) and Margot Kidder (as Lois). Donner said that at the time of his screen test, Reeve was “thirty pounds lighter” and had “honey-brown hair,” and that three months later he put on additional weight for the role. So Thau had to use footage from the screen tests was used to reconstruct this scene, “but it works,” Donner promised us.

Then we were shown a lengthy scene from the Donner version of Superman II, set at The Daily Planet, in which Lois doodles glasses on a photograph of Superman, suspects that Clark Kent is the Man of Steel, and employs an extreme stratagem to prove it: jumping out a window to force Clark to use his powers to save her. I will tell you no more about what happens. But, despite the way I have described it, it is actually a brilliant comedy sequence. It fits into the 1960s comics tradition of Clark/Superman making snoopy Lois look foolish to safeguard his secret identity, but Donner and his collaborators made the scene funny rather than nasty. And what a pleasure it is to see newly revealed footage of Christopher Reeve’s amusingly befuddled portrayal of Clark Kent!

After this clip, Donner graciously turned the audience’s attention back to Singer. Donner declared that in Superman Returns Singer had presented Superman “as pure and honest” for 2006. Donner told us that Singer “deserves a standing ovation,” and the audience complied.

An audience member asked Singer about the Biblical references in Superman Returns. Singer stated that “the Judeo-Christian allegory began” in Donner’s Superman. “I’m a Jewish kid, who grew up in a Catholic neighborhood,” Singer said, adding he was “interested in mythology and religion.” Singer declared that superhero comics were “20th century mythology” and that “people will look back in one hundred years” to superheroes like Superman “the way we do with King Arthur.”

The next questioner asked what Singer “had in mind for X-Men 3.” Singer was hesitant about answering: “I shouldn’t.” He did reveal that “I wrote a third of a treatment” for the third film, that “certain things were similar” to what we saw in the actual X3, that Phoenix would have appeared in his version, but that there “was a different villain from the X-Men universe.” Singer added that “I am writing the Ultimate X-Men [comics] series” for Marvel.

Singer also talked about how he believes Superman Returns is in part what he calls a “chick flick” with a love story. Singer noted that if you “look back at the whole seventy-year history of Superman, ” “he’s been in love with Lois Lane” for that entire time. Singer said that he had never done a “love story” before, saying that his X-Men movies were “not wholly” love stories. Intriguingly, Singer then brought up the Cyclops/Jean Grey/Wolverine triangle in his X-Men movies and said they were almost “the same characters” as those involved in Superman Returns‘ romantic triangle. Singer stated that in Superman Returns he wanted to make a movie that not just women but “romantics” could appreciate.

A fan asked why Singer showed the teenage Clark wearing glasses. Here singer had another intriguing reply. His theory was that “as a boy he [Clark] needed them,” that he “grew up as an awkward kid who had problems with his vision” because Clark’s “Kryptonian genetics” had difficulty adjusting to Earth’s “yellow sun.” In a sequence that Singer cut out of the film, the young Clark realizes he no longer needs his glasses when he first utilizes his X-ray vision. Singer drew a parallel between the young Clark’s vision problems and Jason’s asthma. Jason’s breathing problems likewise result from his Kryptonian genes’ difficulty adapting to Earth’s environment. Singer said that “the parallel moment” to Clark’s realizing he no longer needs glasses comes in the boat when Jason decides he no longer needs his breathing apparatus.

Returning to his earlier Wrath of Khan reference, Singer explained that he meant that his next Superman movie could be more action-oriented since the audience was now “emotionally invested in the characters.” Unconsciously echoing a speaker at the Comic Arts conference, Singer stated that an “action-adventure film doesn’t work unless you care” about the characters. Donner literally applauded Singer’s statement, and Singer added that he “learned this from X-Men 1.”

FRIDAY 12:30 PM
Exiting Hall H I went up an escalator to the second floor, on my way to Room 20 for the next panel on my list.

Walking along the corridor I passed by a crowd who had surrounded two actors from Comedy Central’s police comedy series Reno 911!, both in full uniform. What they were doing there I do not know, but one should not be surprised at anything at Comic-Con.

Maybe they should have been out directing traffic. When I arrived in Room 20, the panel promoting the movie Hood of Horrors, was still going on, minus its star, Snoop Dogg (whose very name is an allusion to comics), who was stuck in traffic between Los Angeles and San Diego. The eventual solution was to have Mr. Dogg address the audience via cellphone. Hearing the reaction of the nearly 4500 people in Room 20, he said, “Damn, it sounds like the Chicago Symphony!” Mr. Dogg also described his predicament for our benefit: “This traffic is a m*th*rf*ck*r!” (A reminder: Comic-Con is not primarily for kids.)

FRIDAY 1:00 PM
Then Room 20’s next panel began: “Warner Home Video’s Superman through the Ages.” It opened by showing on the hall’s video screens a superb montage of clips from the 1950s television series The Adventures of Superman, the Superman movies of the 1970s and 1980s, Lois and Clark, the 1990s Superman animated series, and Smallville. For example, Gene Hackman introducing himself on screen as Lex Luthor from the end of Richard Donner’s Superman was followed by a shot of Smallville‘s Luthor which was followed in turn by the animated Luthor. This was a promotional video for Warner Home Video, which sells DVDs of all these versions, including this fall’s Superman: The Christopher Reeve Collection. We were informed that the “central focus of the panel” would be “Superman II: The RIchard Donner Cut.”

But first we were introduced to a number of guests who represented Superman’s various onscreen incarnations. The first was introduced as “the First Lady of Metropolis”: Noel Neill, who, we were reminded by the emcee, was the “screen’s first flesh-and-blood Lois Lane.” Lois had been portrayed on radio and in animation earlier, but Neill played Lois opposite Kirk Alyn’s Superman in two movie serials before going on to costar opposite George Reeves’ Superman on television. We were shown a video montage of some of her past work in Superman projects, including her cameo in Donner’s Superman. Referring to the leads in her past Superman appearances (apparently including Christopher Reeve), Neill joked to us that “I finally realized I’m the Superman Curse. All three of them have died.” According to The New York Times‘s interview with her (July 13, 2006) Ms. Neill is now eighty-five years old, but on the Room 20 stage she looked great and had a wonderful smile.

Next came Sam Huntington, who played Jimmy Olsen in Superman Returns. “I’m an uber-fan,” he told us. (Now here’s a word I find preferable to fanboy, nerd and geek.) “I would be sitting in the audience if I wasn’t sitting here.”

Representing the first two Superman movies were their Jimmy Olsen, actor Marc McClure, and Jack O’Halloran, who portrayed Non, one of the Phantom Zone villains.

O’Halloran spoke about working with Marlon Brando, who played Jor-El for Donner: when Brando was there, he said, “When you walked on the set you could hear a pin drop.” Brando relied on cue cards, which O’Halloran said were “everywhere”: “There were cue cards up his nose.” Brando’s explanation was that he didn’t want it to come across on camera that he knew what he was going to say before he said it.

McClure and Huntington had only first met that day. They sat side by side on the panel and appeared to be the same height, which seemed appropriate for the two Jimmy Olsens.

McClure reminisced that he was only twenty when he appeared in the first Superman. “I was a kid in a candy shop having fun,” but from watching the more serious Reeve “I realized how important it was to Chris to get it right.” McClure then spoke about how important stem cell research was to Reeve and urged us to support it.

Then Michael Thau, the producer and editor of Superman II: The Richard Donner Cut, addressed the audience, declaring that “This project came together because of you guys.” Thau continued, “The recut of Superman II is a milestone in cinema history, the first time a filmmaker after twenty years could reconstruct a vision that was taken away from him.”

I think of the case of Orson Welles’s 1942 film The Magnificent Ambersons. RKO studio executives took the film away from his control, ordered the film’s editor Robert Wise to cut it down severely, and even had Wise shoot an entirely different ending. The deleted footage has never been found and is presumed to have been destroyed. It is said that decades later Welles dreamed of reuniting surviving members of the cast to shoot a new ending, but was never able to do so. Superman II is not as great a film, but it too is a classic, and has found a happier fate.

Thau told us that the restored Donner version contains “more than fifteen minutes” of previously unshown work by “one of cinema’s greatest actors, Marlon Brando.” He stated that this version “contains more than eighty percent” of Richard Donner footage, that it follows Tom Mankiewicz’s screenplay more, and that the restored version is “more in tune” with Donner’s first Superman movie.

Then Thau presented “for the first time the correct opening of Superman II,” which he called “the bridge that connects” the first and second films. On Room 20’s video screens this restored sequence began with a new addition: “This picture is dedicated to Christopher Reeve.” This opening consists of a montage of clips which recap the first Superman, leading to the point at which Superman diverts Luthor’s nuclear missile away from the New Jersey home of Miss Teschmacher’s mom. The missile instead detonates in outer space, releasing General Zod and his two cohorts from the Phantom Zone. “Free!” shouts Zod, and as he and his accomplices fly towards Earth and the moon, the words “A Richard Donner Film” appear onscreen.

At this most appropriate moment, Richard Donner came onstage, in his second surprise appearance of the day.

Asked to dispel the top two or three misconceptions about his Superman, Donner asked, “Have you got a week?” Donner explained that he had “finished everything for II“ with Marlon Brando and Gene Hackman and “went back to finish I.” Donner fully intended to finish shooting Superman II. “If Superman had been a failure, they’d have made me come back. But since it was a success, they fired me.”

Donner seconded McClure’s advocacy of stem cell research. “If we got into stem cell research earlier,” Donner asserted, “Chris would be here today.”

A fan from the audience told Noel Neill, “You’re absolutely beautiful!” And it’s true, she is! She gives me reason to raise my expectations for women of my own generation as we grow older.

On the subject of the new Superman movie, Donner told the audience that “when Warners tried to relaunch Superman, they never called me.” Donner noted that Warners had gone through various actors and directors for the project, but that with Bryan Singer they “got the right guy.” Donner told us he likes the love story in Superman Returns and the child.

“You have no idea how proud I am about the fans,” Donner then told us. He said that Thau had told him that the restoration of his version of Superman II came about “because of all you people and your e-mails.” He concluded, “I thank you all.”

Then an audience member asked how Donner got to do the first Superman. “I was sitting on the john one Sunday morning and the telephone rang,” Donner said. This was in 1976, and Donner heard “a little Hungarian voice” on the phone, who identified himself as Alexander Salkind. Donner said he had never heard of Salkind. Then Salkind offered him the job of directing the Superman movie and said, “I’ll pay you a million dollars.” “Yeah! Sure!” Donner enthusiastically replied.

The next fan in the question line told Donner, “Superman is my favorite movie of all time.” Donner replied, “You have great taste.”

THe next question was about the twenty percent of the new Superman II cut that Donner did not shoot. Donner said that when he was finishing the first Superman, “I didn’t like the ending, so I stole the ending of II.” He reported that he and screenwriter Tom Mankiewicz had “discussed how to end II,” but that it was Michael Thau who “came up with the end it should have.”

The next question was what the panelists’ best moment on their Superman projects were.

Noel Neill wittily remarked, “I’ll say one thing for us, it wasn’t payday.”

When Donner’s turn came, he reminisced how the first Superman had premiered at the Kennedy Center in Washington D.C., and then in London. Then he and others took the Concorde to fly back to the United States. Halfway over the Atlantic Ocean the plane’s captain said that there was what Donner termed “a little bit of trouble” with the engines, so the Concorde would have to drop out of the stratosphere and fly like a normal plane. The captain added, “But don’t worry because Superman is in seat 1A.” Donner added that “The best thing” is “meeting Chris, loving him, and missing him.”

Just as the panel closed, Donner interjected that he and Geoff Johns were collaborating on a Superman comic book that would debut in October. I suspect that this is the project involving Brainiac to which Donner had mysteriously alluded during the Singer panel.

The panel ended with another showing of the Clark and Lois Superman II segment I’d already seen at the Singer panel. But I was happy to watch it a second time, and I look forward to seeing it again this fall on DVD.

Now here’s a reason why Fred Hembeck, the number one fan of the 1950s Superman TV show, should have gone to the San Diego Con. He, too, could have been in the same room as Noel Neill! Aah, he’s probably waiting to see if his dream double date Hayley Mills ever turns up at Comic-Con.

Copyright 2006 Peter Sanderson

August 24, 2006

Monkey Talk with Paul Dini: Ice Cream Time with Dad & Rashy

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Paul Dini’s Monkey Talk (co-hosted by his irrepressible sock monkey son, Rashy) returns with a a little slice of life examining a summer day, ice cream, and kids that grow up way too fast. Be sure to check out Rashy’s official site at LittleRashy.com

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The Fred Hembeck Show: Episode 69 – Gone Batty

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Let me make myself clear here – I’m not a criminal.

And I’m not particularly superstitious.

But when a bat begins flying around our indoor living quarters, totally uninvited, well friends, THAT’S when I find myself immediately aligning myself with that proverbial cowardly lot Bruce Wayne once pondered about so long ago!

Bats! Ugh.

It was the night before last, y’see. Lynn and I were in the bedroom, watching TV. In preparation for inviting a trio of gal pals over for an unusually modest birthday celebration this Friday – an annual event – daughter Julie was next door, cleaning out her room (also an annual event…). Suddenly, she came running into our room and blurted out that a bat had swooped past her when she’d gone out to the kitchen to dump some debris in the trash can.

A bat. It had been a full ten years – and an entirely different house – since we’d last had to contend with one of those unnerving critters. I really thought we were safe here – unlike our former domicile, there was no second floor, no attic window that wouldn’t quite close entirely. And even the doors here measured up less expansively, seeming to guarantee far less of a chance that an unwanted winged intruder could sneak in late at night when cat brothers Mario and Luigi rotated themselves in and out. But after a full decade of peace, Julie brought us the alarming news that – oh geez – there was a bat in the house.

I don’t like bats. I’ve NEVER liked bats. But I had no choice – I had to leave the comforting glow of the tube to try and flush the creepy li’l pest out of our house. So, I grabbed a plastic laundry basket that was lying nearby, took the broom from Julie’s room, had the ladies close the doors to all the rooms in that well lit, currently bat-free portion of the house, took a deep breath, and then set out on a hunting expedition that I truthfully wanted absolutely no part of.

And when we got to the kitchen dining room area, there it was, wildly flying around in that crazily erratic manner bats are infamous for. Despite the fact that Julie will turn sixteen years old tomorrow, she shrieked like a little girl, one a third her age – and despite the fact that I’m way, way older than that, I shrieked even LOUDER! The only one who kept her wits about her was wife Lynn, our savior during previous bat encounters. But that was years ago – Lynn’s knee isn’t what it used to be, and besides, the layout here is significantly different from our old house. If there was any hope of getting rid of the airborne rodent, it was pretty much entirely up to me!

Yup – we were in REAL trouble…

After the initial shrieking subsided, we lost sight of our uninvited guest. Where exactly he landed, we just plain didn’t know. I went downstairs, plastic laundry basket in one hand, broom in the other like some demented warrior, swatting at every nook and cranny, trying to determine if the vermin had fled to the lower level. Once I was satisfied he hadn’t gone in hiding down there, I closed up the entire area so he wouldn’t get the chance during his next fly-around.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Lynn and Julie opened the back door, hoping against hope that, given the chance, he would just happily fly back out into the wild. Initially, they had opened both the front and side doors as well, but being the paranoid type, I objected. What’s to keep OTHER bats from coming in while we searched for the one we were already inadvertently providing housing for, I protested? We soon reached a compromise – only the back door would remain open, and only if one of the ladies would keep a keen eye on it the entire time. Three entrances demanded just a bit more vigilance than we were capable of providing at the time.

Eventually, I made my way into the big room, the one that was built onto this house (before we moved in) as an addition. This is the room that has the stereo, the half-dozen chockful CD racks, the big TV, the two couches, the exercise bike, the wood stove, my drawing board, my art equipment, and – wouldn’t you know it – piles and piles of books! Oh, and did I mention the fifteen foot ceiling and curtained windows running across two walls? Well, when I banged my broom against one of those curtains, I hit pay dirt, at least figuratively – our prey darted out, and quickly reprised his flight of the damned.

Julie and I then reprised our blood-curdling chorus of shrieks, even as I tentatively swung my broom ineffectively at the loathsome creature whenever he swooped nearby, always careful to keep the basket up over my head! It was quite the picture postcard.

And after a few more minutes of this madness, we lost sight of him yet again. We knew he most likely was somewhere in the big room, but we just didn’t know where. So, we decided to turn the lights off, go back into the bedroom, watch a little more TV, and hope that when we came out, he’d once again be performing his unholy aerial maneuvers, and we’d figure SOME way to be rid of him.

After about fifteen minutes, I decided it was time to go back for another turn at the bat, and so I once again slunk into the breach, broom and basket at the ready. We flipped the lights on. Nothing. Another careful but cursory time around the perimeter revealed nothing, and Lynn, tiring of watching my ineffective Frank Buck imitation, declared that the time was overdue for taking a shower, so off she went, leaving me and Julie to our own devices.

That’s right – suddenly, we were operating without parental supervision!

And wouldn’t you know it, that’s when I found him! I pulled back the curtain from another of the large wall windows, and there he was, hanging stationary on the window’s inner screen! We had him! Because unlike a house fly, you can sneak up on a bat, and he’s not gonna move! I immediately surrounded him with the laundry basket, and called for Julie to get me a large piece of foam board. The creepy thing made no move, but I knew once I attempted to slide the board behind the basket, I’d knock him from his perch, and as much as I dreaded the thought of it, there’d be some unavoidable activity on the bat’s part to follow. So, I took another deep breath, and began the task at hand. Sure enough, as soon as I knocked him free, he began to squeal, and desperately fly about inside the laundry basket.

UNTIL, THAT IS, HE PULLED HIMSELF THROUGH ONE OF THE MANY ONE INCH SQUARE OPENINGS RINGING THE BASKET AND FLEW AWAY!!!

Gee, I didn’t know bats could do THAT?…

It helped explain how he most likely got in – earlier that very day, I had noticed that a small tear in the screen on the front door had somehow gotten a bit larger than I remember it, musing, “Gosh, I sure hope a bee doesn’t get in?” After seeing this Houdini act close up – TOO close up, trust me – I realized that bees were the least of my worries! (Thank goodness for Homeland Security recommendations – I’m not sure how well duct tape will serve us in keeping terrorists out, but it certainly turned out to be a palatable solution to our clear and present bat threat!….)

So, once again, our bat adversary flew about, and rudely avoided the beckoning open door to freedom, and once again – yup – we lost track of him.

It was turning into an awfully long, long night.

We needed a break. So, after informing a freshly scrubbed Lynn of the comedy of errors she’d just missed, I made myself a cup of caffeine laced iced tea, grabbed a video tape of that evening’s edition of Countdown With Keith Olbermann, and settled into Julie’s room to watch it while she continued to clean up things. Maybe a good forty-five minutes of darkness would give the bat a chance to rest up, and subsequently give us yet another shot at shooing him from where he clearly wasn’t wanted…

It was almost midnight when I went back out. Once again, there was no outward sign of the bat, and once again, I went around, tapping my broom in every place he conceivably could be hiding – and given the depressing amount of clutter I’ve blithely accumulated over the years, that could’ve been any of a hundred places! I could just see the Animal Control folks giving the place a once over: “He’s not behind the Elvis figure, and I don’t think he’s nestled down between this pile of Warren magazines – maybe over by the Elton John box set?…” No, that wasn’t gonna work – clearly, I had to find him, and for everyone’s sanity, it’d better be soon!

And then I looked up and realized I’d been giving the varmint too much credit – he wasn’t hiding at all, he was hanging there in plain sight! But in the dim light, his dark inert figure blended in easily with the wall of bricks surrounding the wood stove. The only problem? He found himself a nice cozy spot about a foot from the ceiling – the fifteen foot high ceiling!

What else could I do? I called for back-up, Julie got me the step-ladder, and Lynn provided me with a smaller, escape proof plastic salad spinner bowl and a matching piece of cardboard to slip behind it. This time I figured I’d better get it right – I didn’t know if my heart would survive a third try! So, with makeshift weapons in hand, I slowly climbed the ladder, Lynn holding it steady all the while as Julie watched in breathless anticipation (fully ready to shriek should circumstances call for it).

I was up on the top step when I carefully reached out to trap our intruder, praying that my hand remained steady and that the bowl wouldn’t somehow inadvertently shift.

Success! But that was the easy part – now I had to slip the cardboard behind the container, put my hand securely over it, and then carefully descend the ladder.

Happily, I was able to do perform all three of those monumental tasks properly, but, sensing the rapid beating of my overexerted ticker, Lynn quickly and calmly took my prize from me and swiftly exited through the back door, Julie at her side, where she walked a decent distance out into our back yard, and let our unwanted batboarder flap his wings free and into the night – but hopefully, NEVER again back into our house!

Bats – I hate ’em! Maybe that’s why I’ve always been more of a Superman guy than a Batman acolyte. After all, I’ much prefer that a tiny Kryptonian member of the Superman Emergency Squad from the bottle city of Kandor fly dizzily around my living room than a bat any day, y’know?

(The rest of the evening was uneventful, save for when that cute little moth landed on my shoulder in the kitchen, and I jumped a foot! What – and you WOULDN’T?…)

Hembeck.com – no need to have bats in YOUR belfry to visit my home site! Stop by, but please – no sudden moves, okay?…

Copyright 2006 Fred Hembeck

Nocturnal Admissions: DVD Review, Kisses and Caroms

Filed under: Nocturnal Admissions — UncaScroogeMcD @ 4:21 am
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There are all kinds of films, good, bad, and indifferent. Of course we all relish the good and the great. But the “bad” or indifferent films can have value, too.

Kisses and Caroms isn’t a bad film. It is an indie style film made on a small budget, shot on video, utilizing a handful of sets and employing a small group of actors, who play friends and colleagues working in a billiards supply house, who make momentous personal decisions in the course of one day. It is earnest and well made within those limitations, and if the film had been made by Universal and released as a summer teen sex comedy, with the aid of 16 more writers and / or script doctors, it might be a modest hit.

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As it stands now, it is a very good calling card movie, one which director and co-writer Vincent Rocca can use to show executives and say, See, I can make a movie that is funny and makes sense, is well edited and well shot, so give me a chance to become the next Steven Spielberg, even the next Shawn Levy.

In the course of the day covered by the film, Zack (Drew Wicks) realizes that he has to make a choice about his recently ex-girlfriend and still-co-worker Jennifer (Nikki Stanzione), while his work friend David (Ryan Parks, who bears a slight resemblance to Edward Burns) realizes that he has to stop trying to imitate Warren Beatty and change his conduct. The day begins with Zack and Jennifer waking up in bed – with Tara (Nicole Rayburn), the female equivalent of David, a fun loving hedonist and a champion pool player who also works at the billiard shop. Jennifer suggested the threesome because that’s what she is, the perfect girlfriend who will even do things such as let Zack indulge in his sexual fantasy. David, meanwhile, has a habit of being invited back to the homes of clients such as Ginger Lynn Allen for extemporaneous sex. Eventually, Dr. Bob Johnson (Bart Shattuck), a Dr. Phil style radio counselor, catches David in flagrante and heads down to the billiard shop for a confrontation.

David’s later reflection is thus well motivated, if perhaps temporary. Zack’s resistance to settling down with Jennifer is mysterious, even though he explains it well enough. But that speaks to a moral or behavioral conflict within the movie. Hugh Hefner is to Kisses what the Rat Pack was to Swingers, a living manual of modern conduct. David and Zack often wonder what “Hef” would do in a given situation.

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But at the same time, if Kisses has a frat boy’s surface philosophy, it also has a chick flick’s center. Taking an essentially conservative position, the film affirms marriage, commitment. I am guessing that the film is going to lose the guys around the time David submits to soul searching, and pick up the women around the time that Jennifer and Zack have their first argument.

Another thread of the film is score settling. I am guessing that writers Rocca and / or Michael Hutchinson had some kind of shit day job. A parallel film within the film, so to speak, is the succession of uncomprehending, demanding, scamming customers that the staff have to deal with while barely hiding their contempt. As someone who also has a shit day job, I can speak to the fact of this half of the film’s accuracy. On the other hand, David and Zack have a cavalier attitude toward their clients (as seen in their humor over and disdain for a customer leaving messages on the store’s machine when the shop hasn’t opened on time) makes them much less likable.

But what do I mean when I note that even bad or indifferent films have value? I hinted at this with the reference to the usual 16 writers that most summer blockbusters have. Kisses and Caroms only has two credited writers, but the script would have benefited from a few more journeys through the word processor. Some of the dialogue, and thus the acting, is uneven, such as in the first scene between David and Zack, and sometimes the dialogue feels too chatty and not focused. On the other hand, a scene between Tara, Jennifer, and Zack, about religion and Mormonism is both well written and well acted.

One character, Eddie, (Keith Alexander) is the butt of jokes because he is not naturally funny like the two privileged main characters. Unfortunately, they are not as funny as they think they are. But yet, the film is onto something with this set up; we all know people, either from school or big work places, who rely on TV to write their jokes for them, and traffic in empty catch phrases. It’s just that the writers did not think it though enough, or come up with better examples to really capture the pathetic hollowness of Eddie. Also, the crude cloacal humor, such as scenes with Eddie and Tara in the bathroom (not with each other), though they may be nods to films from Porky’s to Clerks, also aren’t funny. In honor of the film’s roots in recent film history, Rocca makes a nod to Kevin Smith with the character of a Silent Bobbette (Deanna Rocca) delivering some Mooby’s food substances to the shop. Still, director Rocca shows unheralded bedrock filmmaking skills, and I look forward to  his next film.

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After a limited theatrical release, Kisses and Caroms hits the street as a DVD on Tuesday, August 22nd. For extras, on the disc I reviewed, anyway, the package offers Rocca’s earlier film, a short subject called Helium a funny mock news story about the witnesses to an auto company’s dirigible crashing into a warehouse all speaking in squeaky voices thanks to the escaped gas. The disc as it hit the street contains two commentary tracks, one featuring the cast, the other the director, plus three featurettes offering auditions, outtakes, a “making of,” and a photo gallery with 80-plus images.

August 23, 2006

Brat-halla #142: Norse Force – Volunteers

Filed under: Brat-Halla — UncaScroogeMcD @ 2:45 am

by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

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Brat-halla #142: Norse Force - Volunteers

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August 22, 2006

Toy Box: Nearly Headless Nick, Deatheater mini-busts

Filed under: Toy Box — admin @ 6:42 am

 

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Harry Potter, with all the books and all the movies, is a world wide phenomena.  And yet, there have been so few actually good collectibles based on the property. 

Oh, there’s a few, including the nifty wands from the Noble Collection.  But when it came to figures, statues and busts, things were beyond weak.  Don’t even start talking about the awful toys from Mattel.  That all changed a little more than a year ago, when Gentle Giant released their first mini-busts.

In reality, it didn’t quite change then.  The first couple busts – Harry and Sirius – were good, but not outstanding.  It wasn’t until the very cool second set of Snape and Dumbledore were released that folks really started to take notice.  Then the Dementor and Dobby hit, cementing the fact that this line was going to be a major hit.

Once again this summer Gentle Giant released a convention exclusive Potter bust, limited to just 500 pieces.  This time it was Lucius Malfoy in his Deatheater costume.  This was technically a variant, since at about the same time they were releasing a more generic Deatheater, along with Nearly Headless Nick.  I’ll take a look at all three of these guys tonight.

If you have any questions, drop me a line at mwc@mwctoys.com, or visit my other site at Michael’s Review of the Week.

“Harry Potter Busts – Nearly Headless Nick, Malfoy as Deatheater, and a Deatheater”

Both the regular Deatheater and the Nearly Headless Nick are regular releases, and the runs were 1500 each.  Lucius Malfoy in his Deatheater garb was an SDCC only exclusive, and as such they only made 500 of him. 

Packaging – **1/2
While past GG Potter busts have had windows, all three of these releases have dropped them.  You won’t be sure of the condition or appearance of the bust til you open him up.  There are photos of the actual product on the package, and the interior styrofoam design is so good that you’ll have very little to fear in terms of breakage, but the windows will be missed, at least by me.

 

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All three of these come with Certificates of Authenticity, but they continue in the recent tradition of being more like trading cards in terms of size and style than COA’s.

Sculpting – Deatheater ****; Malfoy, Nick ***1/2
The sculpting on the Potter series of busts continues to amaze me.  While there are issues with human likenesses for every company, including Gentle Giant, they seem to be doing every one of the Potter busts with extra care and attention.

 

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Nearly Headless Nick looks almost exactly like the Cleese character.  It’s not quite as perfect as either the Snape or Dumbledore, but it’s damn close.  The face is a little flat to be perfect, and that may actually be an issue of the mold, not the original sculpt.

There’s a ton of detail in the body as well, with the various buttons and edging actually sculpted.  There’s also some nice gorey detail in the neck, reminding us just how he got his name.

 

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I think the best work in this set of three is actually in the generic Deatheater.  The face mask is a rotting human skull, and the realistic detail in the teeth and bone is amazing.  I also like the overall pose of the body, head and arms, and the sculpted translucent flames above the torch are excellent.

It’s nice to see that everything flows in the same direction too – the various flaps of clothing match the flow of the fire, giving the impression that the wind is blowing them all the same.  Details like these help cement the subliminal realism of the sculpt.

 

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The Malfoy is nice as well, although his mask isn’t quite as appealing or visually interesting as the generic version.  Here’s the part that really surprises me – he’s truly a new figure, not just a basic variant.  As far as I can tell, the only reused sections of the sculpt is the torso and stone base.  The arms, hands and entire head (including the cap) are entirely new, which was a big surprise.  That greatly increases his value on the shelf!

Paint – Nick, Deatheater ****; Malfoy ***1/2
Paint ops are solid once again all around, with absolutely no slop, poor cuts, or bleed.  It might appear that there’s a little less detail work here, but that’s not the case at all, and once you get up close you’ll see the intricate dark patterns on areas like the Deatheater caps.

 

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Nick has some excellent work on his face and head, but the real stand out here is that his entire body, from the sliced neck down to the stone base, is actually translucent.  It’s hollow, and cast from a greenish blue plastic.  At first glance it appears solid, but in reality passes light quite easily.  The combination of the painted head (and hand) and small details on the costume, with this clear material to imply his ‘ghostly’ appearance, makes an otherwise nice bust fantastic.

 

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The regular Deatheater is also quite nice, with some wonderfully realistic work on the mask.  There’s plenty of small detail work too, but it’s this bone paint work that really sets him apart and gives him a truly creepy appearance.

 

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That leaves Malfoy, who has more detail work on the costume and body than the regular Deatheater, including a great snake motif on the front of his cap.  However, the blonde color of the hair is much too yellow, and mine actually had a couple stray marks on the robes.

 

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Design – ****
While the technical aspects of the sculpt and paint are always crucial to a bust or statue, the actual design of the character is what really sells it.  What’s the pose, expression, and demeanor?

 

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Nick is in a classic pose, exposing his neck to you, just so you know why his name is Nearly Headless, instead of just Headless.  His expression also implies that he’s none to happy about it, and would have been much happier had they finished the job cleanly.

 

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Both Deatheaters look dangerous, with slightly dynamic poses.  The robes flow nicely, and the hand positions match up well with the direction the head and body are facing.  Everything looks natural, avoiding any awkward appearance.

 

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I still can’t get over how distinctly different the two poses are between the Deatheaters.  Altering the set of the head and arms made all the difference in the world.

 

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Value – ***
You’ll pay around $40 – $45 each for these, although if you hunt (and pay attention to my suggestions at the end of the review), you’ll come in closer to $40.  That’s below the price of most of the GG Star Wars busts these days, and considering the quality and design, I’d say it’s a good, if not great, value.

 

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Things to Watch Out For –
There’s not much.  Both Deatheaters have wands that are easy to break, but as long as you take some care you’ll be fine.

Overall – Deatheater ****; Nick, Malfoy ***1/2
This line continues to impress me, and could easily become over time the finest set of Potter collectibles produced.  With critical characters like Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, Voldemort, and Mad Eye Moody coming up soon, and dozens of other potential characters to produce, this series could last for several more years.

Where to Buy –
Online options are almost you’re only bet, and Ebay is probably you’re only chance for Malfoy now, unfortunately:

Dark Shadow Collectibles has these two at $41 each, and they have pre-orders for the upcoming releases of Mad Eye Moody and Hagrid, already up.

Fireside Collectibles is sold out already of these, but has an excellent preorder price of $40 on upcoming busts in the series.

Alter Ego Comics has the two regular busts for $42.50 each.

Related Links:
While there hasn’t been a lot of Potter merchandise, I have reviewed it:

– first, there’s my review of the Snape/Dumbledore and Dementor/Dobby releases, along with a guest review of the initial Harry/Sirius busts.

– there’s also the first full statue based on the license from GG, the Hungarian Horntail.

– There’s the Potter wand from the Noble Collection.

– and if you like bad toys, there’s always the Extreme Quidditch Harry action figure, and one of the Dueling Club Harry.

– and finally, there’s the little Magical mini-Dumbledore!

 

Nocturnal Admissions: DVD Review, Apocalypse Now: The Complete Dossier

Filed under: Nocturnal Admissions — UncaScroogeMcD @ 6:39 am

 

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I can’t believe that’s 2006 and we are still talking about  Apocalypse Now. Not that I’m complaining.  No, I’m delighted to be given the chance again thanks to Paramount’s release on August 15th of  Apocalypse Now: The Complete Dossier. 

A few reviewers have already complained that the set, which combines  AN ’79 with  AN ’01, A.K.A.,  Apocalypse Redux, along with some deleted scenes,  isn‘t complete,  because it lacks the documentary  Hearts of Darkness. I can understand the hunger to have every cinematic component of the  AN story available in one place, but A)  Hearts of Darkness is not really affiliated with the film, it is an independently made doc owned by others and therefore not easily added to the mix; B) it is easily available to anyone who really wants it, and I am not going to give even a  bit of a hint how to get it; and C) if you are going to put something on a disc that makes for a “complete dossier,” why not include the 5-plus hour work print that everyone seems to have except me, including the operator of the video rental place down the street who only lends it to his friends?

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So, yes, it would be nice to have  Hearts of Darkness consolidated with  AN, in some kind of package that maybe also includes the work print, but all that will have to wait for another publication of the disc, say, maybe four years from now, when the film is released again on HD DVD (the other companies are doing Blu-Ray). And I am delighted to finally be able to see, finally, after all these years, footage of Colby (Scott Glenn) killing the Photojournalist (Dennis Hopper).

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Instead, for now we have a two-disc set with extras that include maybe 20 minutes of previous un-included footage from the work print, plus a commentary from Coppola himself. It is an excellent commentary, despite the fact that he refers to the actor as J.D. Spradlin instead of  G.D. Spradlin “¦ and who cares if he calls  Hearts of Darkness his wife’s film instead of Fax Bahr and George Hickenlooper’s (after all, she did shoot 75 per cent of the footage in  Hearts). No, the man talks about  AN with the enthusiasm and committment as if he were still working on it, and though some of the anecdotes may be a tad well worn to the point that neither he nor anyone else can probably remember if they are really true, it is still a joy to hear a major director discuss a major film with such intimacy and knowledgeability, despite the fact that you have to insert disc two to get parts two of each of the two versions (which must have something to do with the way the yak tracks work).

 

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Other reviews have gone into such detail about the extras, such as Preston Jones in his excellent coverage at  DVDTalk that there is no need for me to duplicate or add to that material here. Rather, I’d like to discuss curious aspects of the film that struck me for the first time while watching it on three times in preparation for this review.

 

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For example, while watching  AN I began to wonder, What does the film believe about the Vietnam war? Is the film for it, or against it? Is it anti-communist? Is it liberal, or conservative? Is the film anti-war, or just anti-bad wars that can’t be won, or can’t be won by western interlopers? What are we suppose to think about Kurtz and Willard? What are we suppose to think about the end? Just what is it that Kurtz is mad (both angry and insane) about?

Willard is suppose to be our eyes and ears. Through him, we absorb the Vietnam experience. All that is strange about it is newly strange to him, and thus to us (although he  has been there for some time, so Vietnam’s psychedelic nature shouldn’t come as a total surprise). But Willard is also a competent if not superior soldier, enough to earn the respect of Kurtz, and he has killed men, close enough to feel their last breaths, as he tells us in the narration. He is not us. He is a good soldier but tortured by what he has seen and done, not unlike the way Kurtz has been twisted by his frustration. He is determined. The breaking point comes with the intermission heralding sampan sequence. The mission is all to Willard, and he kills the dying woman to get back on track, showing a ruthlessness that cows the PBR crew. He is not us, but we are a part of him.

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Kurtz, on the other hand, is  for war. He wants to fight it, but properly, and to win. He is a soldier to his essence. Kurtz is the equivalnet of, or a rogue version of, someone like John Paul Vann, an essentially conservative figure of whom liberal journalists of the time were enamored, perhaps without fully understanding. As with Kurtz, it’s a little difficult to figure out just what it was that Vann was so mad about concerning the conduct of the war beyond its ineptness and bureaucratic slowness. He saw battles fought poorly, and seemed to be fixated on a policy of the generals concerning village conversion. But as far as a global perspective on the conflict, I can only find one quote, which is that “If it were not for the fact that Vietnam is but a pawn in the larger East-West confrontation, and that our presence here is essential to deny the resources of this area to Communist China, then it would be damned hard to justify our support of the existing government.” Kurtz, too, has something of that larger perspective, with an added dollop of Vietnam’s role as part of a cultural – anthropological cycle of death and rebirth, based on the writings of Frazer (which, as far as I have been able to research, no one has bothered to try and research in connection wtih  AN; well, it is a thick book). Kurtz’s modern equivalents probably would be men such as Scott Ritter, the UNSCOM guy, and Robert Baer, whose vision infuses  Syriana.

Milius, however, apparently specifically based Kurtz on a Colonel named Robert Rheault, of the Fifth Special Forces Group. In 1969, Reault ordered the execution of a South Vietnamese guide whom he though was a double agent. His judgment appeared tio be correct, but he was brought up on charges (later dropped), and word spread that the military was conducting “foreign policy” on its own. It was from (if I remember correctly) a  Newsweek article about Rheault that Milius got the inspiration for Kurtz and the phrase “termination with extreme prejudice.” Rheault’s rogue activities appealed to Milius’s anarco-conservative leanings, which are out of Baudelaire’s portrait of the soldier in  The Painter of Modern Life more than Any Rand. Soldiers are the only truly noble people. This, you might say, is the Milius viewpoint. On their own, soldiers have a code and an honor and could probably triumph in any contest were it not for politicians and officers. In Milius’s version of the script, Willard joins Kurtz in a final apocalyptic battle with the North Vietnamese. And Kurtz’s submergence into primitivism is something seen in other Milius films. Like the Soviet era soldiers who liked to tell anecdotes drawn from Russian culture (see James Brolin’s joke in  Traffic), Milius likes to use cautionary examples from Hitler’s army, partly for shock effect, but partly because German was, until then, a society that honored military culture, until it was subverted by the madness of the leaders. The Milius vision of Kurtz remains fairly consistent throughout the whole history of  AN, even during the weeks and weeks of expensive improvs with Brando. In the deleted scene, Colby gives Willard his imprimatur to kill Kurtz, but when he does, Willard replaces him in the eyes of Kurtz’s followers, “as a god.”

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What does the film believe? The movie seems less concerned with policy than with a personal journey. Yes, war is hell. No matter what or why or where, war is hell. Stay out of it, stay away from it, for war can only kill you or harm you so bad that it unudermines your faith in the meaning of the society you are fighting for. The Vietnam war could have been won, theoretically,  but the Kurtz view is that it was fought badly. The movie might also be saying that the war could have been won if the soldiers were more like Kilgore and not fucked up on drugs and ambiguiety. But more important, war provides an intractable invitation for a personal journey, down the river of one’s identity. Let’s not forget what was happening in the real world during the time in which the film is set (which is, according to internal evidence, about 1970). The US was engaged in peace talks in France, Kissinger was bombing Laos, Lon Nol kicked everyone out of Cambodia, and four students were killed at Kent State. None of this is mentioned, nor is it relevant to  AN. Coppola is famous for saying that AN is not a film about Vietnam it is Vietnam.

 

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Is  AN an anti-war movie? Perhaps in a general sense, but it is not necessarily an anti-Vietnam war movie. I would argue that  AN is instead, a Francis Ford Coppola movie. As in  The Godfather, as indeed in most Coppola movies, from  Dementia 13 all the way up to  Jack and  The Rainmaker,   AN is about a man who thought he was one thing,and turned out to be someone different. Michael Corleone thought that he didn’t have a trace of his father’s wicked blood in him, until the night he saved his father’s life in the hospital, and realized that, while all around him were shaking, he was still and composed, made for this sort of thing. Willard thought he was a regular soldier, a Special Ops kind of guy, but he wasn’t, he was another Kurtz. “They were going to make me a major for this, and I wasn’t even in their fucking army anymore.”

 

August 21, 2006

Widge Goes Off #9: The Invaders From the Wth Dimension!

Filed under: Widge Goes Off — widge @ 5:59 am
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widgepic.jpgWelcome back. Assuming that you actually did come back and I’m not talking to myself in an empty room again.

[CONTENT WARNING] This podcast contains foul language and a very pissed off sea anemone.

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Check out the Cringely article I mention here.

As for your Monday Morning Quarterbacking session, here we go. Follow along here at Box Office Mojo.

Talladega Nights surprises by holding on for a third weekend as the film keeps heading for profitability, which as we’ve discussed multiple times, isn’t going to be an issue.

Snakes–I ranted about this in the podcast. Listen.

World Trade Center is performing very well. Look at that: 40% drop. That’s impressive for any film in this day and age. And for this subject matter–the fact is did so well is due to the praise it’s received, all of which made some mention of Stone’s restraint. Almost guaranteed.

Step Up still holding up well–but considering it’s already raking in the dough–again, testament to the spending power of young girls–no worries. All they need is a double-dip DVD strategy and they’re in business. Well…more business.

Barnyard is on its way out, starting to head for DVD where it will do its real money, followed by more pushing on Nickelodeon. These kids…they’re such marketing sponges, aren’t they?

Little Miss Sunshine is the real success story this weekend: look at those per screen numbers. More than twice of anybody else. And it’s still going wider, I would think. They’d be crazy not to. Amazing–you mean people will make it a point to come out and see good movies, despite the shitty cinema experience? The devil you say!

Pirates 2 has broken $850 million worldwide. Not only is Pirates 4 in the works, but so is Space Mountain. Don’t even laugh. Christ, they tried Country Bears, didn’t they?

Material Girls. Now I don’t know what to say about this one, since I didn’t see any marketing for this or Step Up, but obviously this one did something wrong. Casting the Sisters Duff? Can’t speak to that one, though it’s a good theory.

Pulse wanders off to the rentalverse. It looked interesting, but again–“rental.” And, in the cases of people who know about such things: “Rental…of the Japanese original.”

Join us next time for when we’ll see…well, who knows? We’ve got Wahlberg remaking Rock Star as a football movie and the new Broken Lizard flick (which actually looks pretty damn funny, I’m scared to say). Those are the only two opening wide, so that means we’re in post-summer doldrums officially! Dump the horses overboard, matey! Woooooo! I’m tired. Go away.

Special thanks to Exit Mindbomb for letting me use “Godzilla Will Rule You” from their album Happy Accident for my new WGO music. Check them out on MySpace here and I tried to link up as many songs as I could here.

Widgett Walls is the chief cook and bottle washer for Needcoffee.com. He’s also the author of Mystics on the Road to Vanishing Point and Magnificent Desolation. His personal blog is at OneTusk.com, which he updates when he feels like it. He lives and works in Atlanta, Georgia. He hardly ever sleeps.

Nocturnal Admissions: Quiz

Filed under: Nocturnal Admissions — UncaScroogeMcD @ 5:58 am

 

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Well, I am in the midst of my review of Apocalypse Now: The Complete Dossier, but realized that I received an extra DVD from the distributors.  So I am going to give away the still sealed DVD  to the first person who can answer all, or most of, the questions in what I call The World’s Hardest Apocalypse Now Quiz. It’s 20 of the toughest questions I could come up with, based on Coppola’s commentary track for the new disc, and my extensive research into the film. Here they are:

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1) Whom did Coppola originally want to play Willard?

2) What does PBR stand for?

3) What now-obscure Green Beret colonel served as the initial inspiration for Kurtz?

4) What member of the early American Zoetrope community claims that he came up with the idea of adapting Heart of Darkness to a film about Vietnam?

5 ) While Martin Sheen was recovering for six weeks, what person served as a stand in?

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6, 7, 8; 9, 10, 11; 12, 13, 14) Name the Playboy Bunnies, the actresses who played them, and their centerfold calendar month or title?

15) What actress was almost a Bunny but dropped out to star in a TV show?

16) What animal is sacrificed at the end of the film?

17) What poem does Kurtz read obsessively?

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18) What is title of Eleanor Coppola’s published diary about the making of the film?

19) What unusual thing did Martin Sheen do during the Academy Award season?

20) What is the title of the play inspired by ** AN, in which several filmmakers and a Bunny are trapped in a room by a monsoon?

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Please send your answers to dkholm2003@yahoo.com, which I have reserved solely for this quiz. Please include your address. The first person to answer all of the questions correctly, or, barring that, to answer the most correctly, will be mailed a sealed disc of Apocalypse Now. Sadly, I won’t have time to inform the losers, only the winner, so if you don’t hear from me within a few days, well, you probably didn’t get enough answers correct. With luck, I will announce a winner when I post my AN review.

 

Spook’d #91: Extreme Lair Makeover – Diggin’ Time

Filed under: Spook'd — UncaScroogeMcD @ 5:57 am

by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

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Spook'd #91: Diggin' Time

To see Spook’d host Alastor’s blogging silliness and more fun Spook’d stuff,visit the Spook’d Web site!

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Disclaimer: All material in Spook’d is fictitious and intended solely for the purpose of entertainment. Names are fabricated and any similarity to real people or places is purely coincidental except in those cases where public figures are being satirized.

August 19, 2006

Game On!: 8-19-2006

Filed under: Game On! — admin @ 12:34 am

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Well, it’s been a bit, but I’m back again with a crap-ton of reviews of games for your favorite consoles. We’ve got games based on kids’ movies, and, of course, zombies. Strap yourselves in, friends, we’ve got a lot to cover as Game On! makes it official move from Fridays to Saturdays with this week’s column. Let’s dig in”¦

NOT-SO-BIG BULLY

antbully.jpgThe first of our two movie licensed games this week is THE ANT BULLY for PS2, Gamecube and Game Boy Advance, based on the film of the same name (ironically enough). Here you take on the role of Lucas “The Destroyer”, a kid who’s been taking out anthills with a garden hose, only to have been shrunk down to ant-size and taught a lesson by the very antennae-bearing creatures he sought to wash out of his backyard. Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it?

Gameplay consists of taking Lucas through his various tasks around the colony; picking up larvae, stopping parasite bugs and the like. The main game area is a hub-based world where Lucas travels back and forth to different members of the colony as they give him tasks to complete. Completing each one brings him closer to becoming an ant (as part of the colony) and redeeming himself, and thereby giving them reason to release him back to normal size.

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Sadly, when completing the tasks, the control fluctuates from simplistic to maddening. While the combat is fairly easy to complete with players mashing on the attack button to swat critters off the legs of caterpillars or to shoot webbing at intruders, the roll evade is unnecessarily placed, especially considering a jump button should have been included. As it stands, if Lucas wants to jump, you just press the controller in the direction of the cliff’s edge (or raised platform) and he climbs or hurls himself appropriately”¦though usually, it takes a few tries to get him to figure out that’s what he’s supposed to be doing. Not to mention the animation jump from falling to climbing is a bit jarring to watch.Still, the gameplay is passable, and tasks are short to complete once one gets the hang of things. The real crime, however, is that you really won’t be influenced enough to see these tasks through to the end. The missions can get a bit repetitive, and repeating missions with sloppy controls on hinder the experience. Throw on top of that a mishmash of sloppy sound effects and voice work and you’ve got a slapdash tie-in.

It’s not all bad, and what does work works well, but for the most part, unless you were crazy in love with the film, the game won’t offer much excitement for you or your little one to play through. The control gets grating, the sound (misplaced or even lack of) gets annoying, and there’s just not enough to warrant even on play through, let alone multiple.

One Gamer’s Opinion:
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WERE YOU BORN IN A BARN?

barnyard.jpgThankfully, the same cannot be said for BARNYARD, out now also for PS2, Gamecube and GBA, and also based on its titular movie. This time around you’re taking on the role of a new cow (male or female, though, for some odd reason, they both shoot milk”¦don’t ask) to the barnyard where you’re set loose to wreak havoc, earn some coin, or even design your own nightclub. What’s even more odd is that it’s actually loads of fun. Yeah, I’m serious.

The gameplay here centers around a free roaming “do anything” aesthetic, much like SIMPSONS: HIT AND RUN or even, dare we say, GTA. You can roam the barnyard completing tasks and collecting items, or just run around doing various side missions like making an apple pie or competing in mini games like gopher golf or a weird slot machine coin dash.

The control is fairly straight forward, with a kick move to break open boxes and bails of hay to find items and coins, which can be traded just about anywhere in the barnyard for anything else. Coins are mainly used for sprucing up the main barn, which at night is turned into a Nightclub, complete with (eventually) a jukebox and dance floor, snooker table and more. This opens up even more mini games, and the gameplay flows from matching items for recipes for “Mocktails” to attacking critters round the farm by squirting milk at them”¦which only is allowed once you’re disguised with sunglasses. Yeah, I don’t get it either, but hey, it’s fun.

The game isn’t perfect, but it certainly does a good job at what it does. It makes the license it’s based on fun and deep (surprisingly deep, actually”¦there’s a crap load to do around the farm and surrounding countryside) and the rewards for playing are just as fun as the characters. It’d be nice if there was a bit more voice work, however. Even though most of the actors from the film voice their characters, they only say about two or three lines each, which are repeated ad nauseum. The main story is told mostly through text. And while the graphics are decent and represent the movie well, they’re starting to show this generation’s age.

As movie licenses go, you could do worse. As it stands, the game play is fun, it’s not really irritating control-wise, and there’s literally so much to do that one would be seriously tasked to get a 100% completion in the game. It’s fun, it’s frivolous, and actually”¦it’s pretty funny too. Not bad at all for a game that defies the biological make up of male cows.

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LET SLIP THE HOUNDS OF WAR

chromehounds.jpgOn the next-gen side of things, things are decidedly more violent. In CHROMEHOUNDS, out now for Xbox 360, in a distopian not-too-distant alternate future, wars are waged with gigantic mechs and battles play out across barren lands between warring countries aligned with factions each out for the advancement of their own personal ideal of peace. Kind of sound familiar”¦all but that “gigantic mechs” part.

Players can select between six different hound types; scout, defender, soldier, heavy gunner, commander and sniper, and the single player campaign takes you through a series of story missions for each type. Each hound is fully customizable, and depending on how well you do with each mission determines what kind of upgrades you get. The upgrades and customization are probably the best part of the game, as you can literally make just about any type of mech formation you desire. Want a spindly scout with six legs that can quickly evade fire? Sure. Need a heavy gunner with a badass array of cannons and missile launchers? Check. Just keep the weight restrictions and slot loadout limitations in check and you’re good to go.

Sadly, the single player missions tend to be a bit stale as far as story goes. That’s ok, though, as they’re really there more as an elaborate “training mode” to set you up for the real meat and potatoes of the game: online combat. Here you choose which country you’ll align yourself with (!) and tackle battles online, setting up which hound type you’ll ideally wish to battle as.

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The online game sort of plays like a giant robot version of GHSOT RECON, and is really where the game shines. With the customization combined with the unique and diverse online options offered here, there’s some serious addictive nature happening with this title. Sadly, for the best parts, you still have to play through the single player, but there are a variety of missions online that offer even more bits and pieces to customize with as well.Sure, it’s not a game that everyone will like. In fact, most with feel that the game takes a slow, plodding feel as the hounds don’t really move fast, even the quick ones, and the missions tend to take a good God Damned long time to complete. And while the mechs themselves look sweet and shiny, and the explosions are all sorts of buckets of cool, the backgrounds are bland and dull, though honestly, that’s not really that big a deal after all.

For customization nuts and the mecha freaks alike, this is a good starting point for what’s possible on next-gen. Combine this with a next-gen version of STEEL BATALLION (complete with a new 40-button controller) and the fanboys will be changing their shorts round the clock. Don’t say you haven’t been warned.

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BAD MOON RISING

For anyone who knows me, they know that I love me some zombies. Zombie movies, zombie games”¦hell, I’ve been told more often than I can count like that I look like Simon Pegg (of SHAUN OF THE DEAD fame):

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deadrising.jpgRegardless, there’s nothing I love more than a good zombie film. Well, unless it’s a good zombie GAME. And DEAD RISING, out now for the Xbox 360 is just that. Taking a cue from DAWN OF THE DEAD (though not authorized, sanctioned or intentionally ripping of George A. Romero, as the disclaimer on the cover would have you believe) drops you into a mall during an outbreak of undead shoppers and crazed psychopaths all out for their own ultimate survival. As Frank West, photojournalist, you have 72 hours to cover the story and make it out alive, just about everything at hand can be used to get make sure you make it out alive, making for some really fun gameplay.At first glance, one could simply cast off this game as STATE OF EMERGENCY with zombies. And sure, I can see that, but let me make a distinction. Where as that game was a full-scale riot, full of chaos and clunky combat and missions that were a chore, this one has you free to do just about whatever you choose within the mall. Beating down the undead, following leads on your story, or just rescuing all the hapless survivors stuck in the same situation as you are all the orders of the day, though none are necessary for the completion of the game (though some help with the better endings).

Probably the main appeal of this title is the fact that just about anything Frank can get his hands on can be used as a weapon. Potted plants, park benches, and signs as well as billy clubs, baseball bats and even katanas and guns are all used to bring down the walking dead. As Frank progresses through the mall, scoops will come up from Otis, one of the security guards in the mall, who’s watching over the mall on it’s close-circuit camera system. He’ll let you know of survivors in trouble, or of weird occurrences that you should check out. Snapping pictures of survivors, or getting folks to follow you as you lead them to safety gain you Prestige Points. Build up of these points levels Frank up and allows him to have more health, learn new attacks, and even expands his item slots, allowing for him to carry even more weapons of zombie destruction.

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The main story, however, is built around the outbreak and what caused it. As it stands, these are the parts of the game that truly run on the 72 hour time limit. Making sure Frank is in the right place at the right time can be a trouble, and if you miss part of the story, the rest may be lost forever, causing gamers to restart. While this may be annoying (especially considering the game only utilizes one save slot) choosing “save and quit” may be beneficial if this occurs, as you can carry over your stats from your last playthrough to the next game. So, if you miss a story mission and wish to start over from the beginning, and you happened to be at level 15 when you stopped, you’ll begin again at level 15, with all the stats you ended with. It’s not much, but it helps. Also helpful is a waypoint marker, to guide you to your eventual destination for each story “case” or scoop that comes along.

Getting survivors to follow you can be annoying, though, and keeping them alive is even more difficult. Most can be handed weapons, which will allow them to take care of themselves for the most part, but their AI isn’t the best, and they will often call to Frank for help, or even get stuck behind immovable objects, causing you to double back to get them to follow. Many can be picked up and carried, however, which makes for an easy trip, and the zombies tend to not grab you when you’re carting around an injured survivor. Even when holding someone’s hand (which is also possible for a few) they tend to let go easy and get eaten”¦carrying is the only sure way to have them survive, so it should have been an option for each person you come across, but sadly it is not. Making things even more difficult, though, are not the zombies themselves but the psychopaths; humans who have been driven crazy by the outbreak of the undead, and are only looking out for their own survival. Usually barricaded inside a store with items that you need or surrounded by weapons, you must take these folks out in order to get many survivors save passage to the end of the game.

If you manage to survive the 72 hours yourself, you’ll unlock Overtime mode, which adds another day to your clock and even more story to the main game. Beat this with the best ending and there’s Infinity Mode. Here, it’s the ultimate in survival, as the health items and weapons have been randomized around the mall and you have constantly depleting health as you try to see just how long you can survive the onslaught of the unholy walking legions.

It’s no surprise here that I love this game. Combat and control is fantastic, the audio and cut scenes are gorgeous, and there are literally hundreds of zombies on screen at one time with nary a hiccup or slowdown (unless you happen to be wielding a rather large weapon at a big group of them). While the AI of the folks you’re trying to rescue is a bit on the stupid side, it’s a total blast to smash your way through hordes of the rotting reanimated. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Well, that’s all I can stand this week, kids. I was going to review SUPER DRAGOIN BALL Z and FINAL FANTASY VII: DIRGE OF CEREBUS, but I may need more time with them (and a bit more sleep). See you next week (I swear!) with those and more. Don’t forget, we’re switching to Saturdays now. Til then”¦ Game On!

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