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July 27, 2006

Ken P. D. Snyde-Cast #14: Club 33

Filed under: Ken P.D. Snydecast — UncaScroogeMcD @ 1:27 am

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Adult Swim’s Dana Snyder and FRED’s Ken Plume set out to have a literate conversation between two pals, but inevitably devolve into a verbal, and funny, free-for-all full of bickering, infighting, and the special kind of male bonding that comes from conflict expressed through the podcast medium.

Actor/comedian/raconteur Dana Snyder, you’re certainly aware, is Aqua Teen Hunger Force’s Master Shake, Squidbillies‘ Granny, Minoriteam’s Dr. Wang, and The Venture Bros.‘ Alchemist. Available for weddings and bar mitzvahs (bat availability pending), you can keep tabs on him via his website, www.eyeofthesnyder.com.

Ken Plume is the editor-in-chief here at FRED. He is a friend of Dana’s, as well as his arch-nemesis.

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KEN P.D. SNYDECAST #14: Club 33 – Dana & Ken are on the road, traveling to the happiest place on Earth… or so they think. Anyway, it’s a road trip, and it’s this week’s little slice of lunacy.

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The Fred Hembeck Show: Episode 67 – Cinematic Kryptonite

Filed under: The Fred Hembeck Show — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:53 am

 

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I went to see the big Superman movie recently…

And I DO mean big!

Y’see, we drove down to the Palisades Mall, just little over an hour away, near the New York/New Jersey borderline, so as to witness the film’s potential magnificence on an IMAX screen six stories high AND in 3-D! (Okay, so not ALL of it was in 3-D, just a half-dozen specially selected sequences, but still, who can pass THAT up?…) This took a little extra planning on our part, arranging daughter Julie and wife Lynn’s schedules to coincide with an agreeable to all time for the trip, which is why, rabid Man of Steel fan that I am, we didn’t manage to take it in until a full two weeks following its nationwide premiere. During that time – and in the weeks and months leading up to the film’s noisily heralded release – I did my very best to steer clear of any spoilers that may’ve snuck out in the guise of reviews or commentary, and happily, for the most part, I did pretty well.

(Oh, and if YOU still haven’t seen the flick, but fully intend to, now’s probably as good a time as any to stop reading, as in the course of my ramblings, I’ll inevitably let a few Streakys out of the bag…)

Going in, I knew that, in addition to the late Marlon Brando, Jack Larson and Noel Neill had cameos (but since their names were in the opening credits, this wouldn’t have come as any great surprise anyway), Lois had a kid, and – thanks to MSNBC’s Hardball, apparently desperate to fill airtime in those pre-Middle East crisis days – Perry White used the phrase, “Truth, justice, and all that stuff”, leaving out the words “the American way” in some sort of conspiratorial effort to turn the Last Son of Krypton into a dirty, stinking One-worlder, but the rest was all relatively fresh to me.

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So, did I like it?

Well, yeah, I suppose. I didn’t DISLIKE it, and there WAS an awful lot to admire in the film, but as I write this ten days after our journey down to the wilds of the Palisades, a lot of what made an impression on me that afternoon seems to be slowly but inexorably fading.

One thing that did surprise me – and that I liked – was how Superman Returns was structured as such a direct sequel to the very first Christopher Reeve movie (and, I suppose, portions of the inferior second one – happily, the latter two as well as the events in Supergirl appear to have been largely ignored, though I can’t honestly say this with total confidence, as I’ve only ever seen those latter three films once, and Superman 2 but twice…). 1978’s Superman The Movie remains my sentimental favorite of all cinematic comic-book adaptations, and besides shelling out five times during its initial release to see it in a darkened theater – still far and away the most times I’ve ever done THAT, as I can likely count the number of other movies I’ve paid my way into merely twice without even taking my shoes and socks off – I’ve also watched it close to a dozen times on the tube over the years. Oddly, though I bought the DVD that came out a few years back, I haven’t yet cued it up in this latest format, and I know for a fact I haven’t otherwise screened Chris Reeve’s first outing wearing the red cape since before daughter Julie was born, which is (gasp) nearly sixteen years ago now. I guess I’ve always been waiting for her to show some sort of interest in the Man Of Steel’s big screen debut before attempting to foist it on her (a mistake I made with A Hard Day’s Night about five years back, with that Beatles classic called to an abrupt halt after twenty minutes of eye-rolling boredom on her part – but, given her recent blossoming interest in the Fabs, perhaps the time is ripe for another look? Who SAID “not a second time”, hmm?…). All the elements that spilled over from the long-ago original served to peak her interest in the Reeve vehicle, and for my part, made me feel warmly towards this new go at the Superman legend.

For example…

They had me almost immediately by mimicking the original’s opening credits. Yeah, I know they went on way too long – especially back then – but I always savored them if only for the opportunity to bask in the glory of John Williams’ wonderful theme.

And that theme was back!

In a way, though, that really wasn’t fair. Because, y’know, every time it played behind some majestic feat accomplished by our hero, I couldn’t help but get a little choked up, but I had to wonder – was that because of what was happening up on the screen, or was it simply some Pavlovian nostalgic response triggered by hearing that wonderful music? Hard to say – I’ve only seen the movie once, and have no immediate plans to take it in again until the inevitable DVD is issued – but there’s no denying that if that was indeed the filmmakers intention, well, it sure worked.

Marlon Brando’s involvement was admittedly a bit eerie, but effective – especially in his scene with Luthor. A totally unexpected – but nice touch – was seeing the photos of Glenn Ford as Pa Kent on the mantle place at the Kent farm.

Of course, seeing the two veterans of the George Reeves teleseries perform their cameos (in fact, I believe Neill’s voice is the first one you hear, which I interpreted as a fond tip of the hat to the trailblazing program) was fun. And having the first (and the best) Jimmy Olsen share a scene with Sam Huntington, the screen’s latest Daily Planet cub reporter, was a quietly inspired nod to the ongoing changing of the guard that marks Siegel and Shuster’s nigh-immortal creation. (Oh, and while I liked Huntington – he played his part with enthusiasm, managing to provide the audience with some of the movies all too sparse chuckles – I felt he didn’t have quite the right look. While he was a vast improvement over Lois and Clark’s Justin Whalen, the ersatz teen-idol, I feel a more traditionally boyish Jack Larson/Marc McClure look would’ve been preferable to his far less-baby-faced visage.)

The Daily Planet globe – I don’t know if it was an exact replica of the one used in Richard Donner’s film, but it was certainly close enough to satisfyingly recall the one Superman’s seventies era director used.

Then there’s Krypton, ice capital of the universe. Ironically, that was the one aspect of the original movie that threw me at first. And why not? I grew up reading nearly two decades of Superman comics featuring Jor-el in that green sweatshirt of his with the red sun on front, a thin yellow bandanna ringing his Kryptonian cranium, situated in an environment that looked like a sci-fi extrapolation of the Arabian nights. Marlon Brando, all decked out in white, brandishing the iconic “S” symbol on his chest, well, THAT took a little getting used to!

But I did – and NOW, seeing the crystals of Krypton reborn up on the big screen was, in – as they used to say in the funny books – a strange twist of fate, somehow warmly reassuring, nostalgic even! Plus the effects were really, really cool.

And the special effects surrounding that big airplane crash – especially on the giant screen in 3-D – was breathtakingly impressive, particularly when our pal Kal lowers the stricken aircraft gently down on the baseball field to the tumultuous cheers of thousands of fans in the stands. While I didn’t mind the way this mid-air rescue echoed – and improved upon – a similar event in the 1978 film, I was less than thrilled to hear Supes cornball line about flying still being the safest way to travel being repeated almost verbatim (although who knows – maybe we’re to believe that that’s just a bit of prepared patter the Big Guy recites EVERY time he saves a plane?…).

I could’ve done without Superman STILL trying to get Lois to quit smoking – though at least here, there was a new spin offered to this tired bit.

Kevin Spacey? Best Luthor EVER! And unlike the otherwise fine Gene Hackman, he wasn’t afraid to shave his noggin! (Though the way things ended up for him, he appears more likely to resurface in an Aquaman flick before eventually moving onto the next Superman blockbuster…)

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Parker Posey wasn’t quite the bombshell Valerie Perrine was (gee, whatever became of her?…), but she played her part with perhaps more convincing emotional underpinning than anyone else in the film. And not having the smooth-domed criminal genius improbably assisted by the likes of Ned Beatty’s buffoonish Otis – the original film’s one glaring misstep – but instead by a cadre of mostly mum but menacing henchmen played much better. Plus, a majority of the time, I walk out of these super-hero flicks, and almost immediately forget the bad guy’s master plan, but not this time! I’m not saying it was completely well thought out, through – Lex would’ve had a heckuva time trying to build condos on top of those displaced Kryptonian crystals I’m thinking – but it WAS both spectacular, cleverly unique to the source material, and memorable. And more than enough to give the conflicted Ms. Posey pause…

Eva Marie Saint added some quiet elegance – as well as some old time Hollywood glamour – to her role as Ma Kent, brief as it was. Frank Langella’s a long way from Transylvania, heading up things at the Daily Planet as Perry White. He did okay, but I’d still peg him fourth on a list comprised of Lane Smith, John Hamilton, and Jackie Cooper. James Marsden’s role was more a plot device than an actual character, an all too obvious obstacle – but not a bona fide bad guy – for the two star-crossed lovers (Lois and Superman, as if I need remind you) to overcome. Serviceable in a thankless role (they don’t have a category to cover that at the Oscars, do they?…).

Then there’s the kid.

He looked all the world like a Caulkin, but he wasn’t, was he? I can’t honestly say he tugged very hard at my heart-strings – and I’m a self-confessed softie. I also admit to not being very swift (SPOILER ALERT): I didn’t even realize what the big reveal was going to be until Luthor himself confronted Lois with his parentage theory! In fact, mere minutes earlier, when Superman and Lois had their first sustained conversation after his return, she ends their uncomfortable tete’ a tete’ by bitterly declaring that it’s been five years and she’s moved on. When she said that, this thought actually entered my clueless mind: “Yeah? Well, by the looks of that kid, how long’d you wait to move on – a whole week?”

D’oh!

So I think I pretty much know what the sequel’s gonna be about! Bob Haney and Murray Boltinoff would be SO proud…

(And what’s all this talk about Superman being gay? Hey, none of those OTHER guys in the tights managed to impregnate Lois Lane – that’s gotta count for SOMETHING? At most, he’s bi…)

And what about that couple anyway?

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Both Brandon Routh and Kate Bosworth do acceptable jobs, and evidence a fair amount of chemistry together (at least, when he’s in that bright, shiny costume – Lois treats Clark as if he’s an inconsequential acquaintance, making you long for at least even the raw contempt Phyllis Coates would show George Reeves bespeckled reporter upon occasion), but on any personal list of video Supes and squeezes, these two would find themselves way down at the bottom. (For the record, and ruling out the only briefly seen Kirk Alyn and the various Superboys, my own rankings go like this: Christopher Reeve, George Reeves, Dean Cain, and then the new guy. For Lois. it’d be Teri Hatcher, Ms. Coates, Margot Kidder, Noel Neill, and then Kate Bosworth. Maybe I just need to watch and rewatch this latest film, but I doubt my opinions would change all that much).

Routh looked good in the suit, admittedly, and spoke with the quiet authority of Christopher Reeve. Facially, though, I think he came up just a tad bit short. Hey, he’s a great looking guy – no insult meant here – and normally I wouldn’t dream of putting someone’s mug under the microscope, but this is Superman folks! Routh had the strong jaw, but otherwise, I thought his face was too long, his earlobes too flabby, and his spit curl too phony looking (and Clark’s shaggy doo made Kent look too much like a hillbilly, sorry to say). Plus, his nose was too prominent, at least for Superman. Still, he’s no Nicholas Cage, and thank Rao for THAT! Cage is a fine actor, and he can play Johnny Blaze anytime – heck, he can even play LUKE Cage if he wants! – but when his name was floated as a possible Superman several years back, my blood ran cold! With THAT face? Uh uh, wasn’t gonna work – going for the unknown is always the right move, and Routh was pretty darn close, if no Chris Reeve.

So what’ve we got? Spectacular effects, a movie that doesn’t lag, is respectful of the source material, decent writing and performances, and – according to my daughter – a flick that’s FAR better than the Pirates of the Caribbean follow-up, making it easily the second best Superman movie (if not the second best Superman) lensed thus far. And yet, and yet…

Last year’s Fantastic Four movie was lambasted by comics fans and critics alike, but for all its faults – and there were plenty, both as an adaptation and simply as a film – I remember it as a more enjoyable experience, even without the Imax and the 3-D effects. Because Fantastic Four had something Superman Returns was almost entirely devoid of: good natured humor. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised – as much as Superman was a favorite of mine as a kid, I always had a better time reading a Fantastic Four comic book (or a Spider-Man one) than I did reading the adventures of the Man of Staid. Still, the Reeve movies – not to mention the Cain and Hatcher series – managed their share of clever chuckles, so it CAN be done. Perhaps director Bryan Singer could’ve spent a little less time figuring out ways to turn Superman’s story into some sort of thinly veiled religious allegory and instead worked in a few lighter, humanizing moments? Oh lord, we can only pray he makes an attempt the next time around…

Go see it if you haven’t already. I pick nits, ’tis true, but in the end, a job well done. It was, to quote my daughter, “emo”.

In the meantime, I’m gonna try and round-up my aforementioned offspring – I think the time has finally come to slip that Superman The Movie disc into the DVD player. You remember – that’s the one where Superman saves Lois at the end, NOT the other way around?…

Visit my own Fortress of Solitude, Hembeck.com! (Or my MySpace page, or even send a personal message).

Copyright 2006 Fred Hembeck

Noctural Admissions: Movies, Miami Vice

Filed under: Nocturnal Admissions — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:13 am
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God, I love Michael Mann.

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I love him so much that even abuse from a “screening rat” couldn’t diminish my pleasure in his latest film, Miami Vice.You know what screening rats are, don’t you? They are creatures about two steps up from self-pissing derelicts on a street corner, and slightly less loathsome than cockroaches, though with the same nocturnal habits of feeding. Screening rats are the freeloading trailer park trash who attend advance critics and word-of-mouth screenings on free tickets passed out by radio stations. They arrive en masse, buy no concessions, eat noisily from their plastic sacks of CostCo bulk food, talk all through the movie, get into fights with each other, scramble after posters and t-shirts, and in general make it hard for the reviewers to do their job.

The rats, also called “Passholes,” are famous all across the country, from Seattle to Chicago, but they are particularly virulent in Portland, Oregon, for some reason. Most of them come from Gresham, an outlying city that is the identity theft capital of the world.

For Miami Vice I was at the Lloyd Cinemas, a Regal theater in what is called Northeast Portland, although that doesn’t tell you anything. Having had a minor altercation with another guy over the seating arrangements before the public, i.e., the “rats,” were let in, I moved to another seat. In the new chair, I was soon joined by the onslaught of rats, let in all at once (there are very few civilians at these advance screenings. The rats track down almost all the available tickets and power-pack the theater). The seat behind me was almost instantly occupied by a rat and what appeared to be his family. I was on the aisle and the guy right behind me kept kicking the seat. I figured that if he was doing this before the movie, it was going to be a nightmare while Miami Vice was playing. So I turned, after the 8th bump, and asked him as politely as I could if he could avoid hitting the back of my chair. The guy jumped down my throat, yelling at me.

Now, it has been awfully hot in Portland the last week, sometimes reaching 105. I’ve seen all sorts of incidents, from a bus driver turning into Dirty Harry to fist-fights in normally placid parks after 10 PM. So this fellow’s reaction wasn’t abnormal in context. But he was so virulent in his attack on me that I went and fetched the publicity rep. And it turns out that they knew each other – but this is only because the rats make it a point to memorize the names of the people who hand out the passes.

The patient rep asked him to move; the guy went ballistic again, yelling, saying “Not gonna happen,” and then to me, “You want to go out side and settle this?,” and then pleading to the rep, “You’re gonna believe him and not me?” and calling me fatso (which was the pot calling the kettle black, as this fellow was lugging an extra person in his gut and had a square head not unlike a block of limburger cheese, only with a Russ Meyer mustache in the middle).

I was saying nothing; Limburger was escalating it all by himself. The rep said, “Now you have to leave.” After arguing for another two minutes Limburger said, “I’m just gonna go,” acting as if it was his decision leave, to preserve what shred of dignity he had left.

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What was funny about this was that we were about to see (now thankfully without Limburger) a film full of the kind of masculinist posturing that makes Saturday afternoon action films such invigorating fantasies for boys. Here, Colin Farrell plays Sonny Crockett, the part made by the underrated Don Johnson in the seminal 1980s NBC series that Michael Mann produced (but didn’t create nor direct). Jamie Foxx is Rico Tubbs, his partner in undercover drug busting in present day Miami. The two spend a lot of time in the film flashing hard looks, posturing, and moving with efficiency when the tension breaks in front of their drug dealing nemeses, who flash and posture back. It’s a sort of tango.

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You’re either going to like the posturing or not. I liked it, especially some nice large hole-creating head shots, which put me in mind of Limburger. The sound in either the print or the theater was bad so the dialogue was hard to hear, but the movie is almost a silent film anyway, and the pace is deliberate. I suspect that a lot of people are going to fine it slow or boring.

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Miami Vice is shot like Collateral, in high def digital video that leads to somber cityscapes and beautiful skyscapes. Parts of the film were shot in Miami just as Katrina and other storms were on their way and the sky often has an ominous and thick cast about it, with lightning spiking down (I assume that it is real lightning, not CGI effects). Skeptical viewers are going to find the weather more dramatic than the actors. This is a very muted action film, with both lead actors mostly withholding. I especially like the patented Mann shot, with the camera held close to the rear right or left of someone as they walk. He uses it about five times in this movie and the shot is always effective, really bringing you into the action.

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This is the second time that Mann has gone to the well of TV work to fashion a movie. Heat is a masterly re-filming of his TV movie, the 1989 Crimewave (AKA L.A. Takedown). In essence, what Mann has done here is re-write the end of Heat. In that film, crook De Niro and cop Pacino have a face off on a busy airport runway in a sequence that left a lot of people unsatisfied. Here, in a similar situation, a character makes a wholly different decision, and it is indeed much more satisfying. Thus, both because of their roots and because of their contrasting resolutions, Heat and Miami Vice are paired films in Mann’s filmography. Mann tries to balance two entirely different moods, absolute quotidian realism on the one hand, and romanticism on the other. This time he may have got the ending right.

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Personally, I liked it quite a bit. A suspense scene in a trailer park (which must have felt tres familiar to the hoard of screening rats in the auditorium) had me on edge. And I like Mann’s silent men. The movie is well cast in all its subsidiary roles. Mann takes a page from Tarantino and casts an Asian woman, Gong Li, as the right hand CEO. John Hawkes and Ciarán Hinds also appear, and fans of The Wire will enjoy seeing Domenick Lombardozzi in a similar role.

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But it is not Miami Vice the show. There are no flashily stylish clothes, no sessions where the plot stops to indulge in a rock video sequence. It’s a very focused if dense film with no subplots. But I like the director’s Mannerisms; they do for me what movies are in part suppose to do: make me feel good after a trying day.

July 26, 2006

Quick Stop Video Interview: Balls of Fury

Filed under: Interviews — UncaScroogeMcD @ 11:58 pm

While running around like crazy at this year’s San Diego Comic-Con, we got a chance to sit down with Thomas Lennon and Ben Garant, stars/co-creators of Reno 911! (and its upcoming big screen iteration, Reno 911!: Miami), and talk about both Reno and their other upcoming flick, Balls of Fury, which lands on US screens in March 2007.

As to what Balls of Fury is about, let’s just say it’s about ping-pong, the government, organized crime, and a crime boss played by Christopher Walken.

We’ve got nearly 30 minutes of chat time with the pair, presented via the video clips below”¦ Enjoy!PART 1:
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Noctural Admissions: DVD, Asphalt Wars, Scorpius Gigantus

Filed under: Nocturnal Admissions — UncaScroogeMcD @ 11:55 pm

 

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When in doubt, Roger Corman returns to the race car movie. He didn’t direct  Asphalt Wars (2004), but his named appears at the beginning as producer, and the film was originally released by his third company, New Concorde. It’s directed, edited, and written by Henry Crum, who is something of a cinematic jack of all trades, and I assume that Corman’s company simply picked it up for distribution.

 

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It tells the story of young Reno (Gilbert Chavarria), who by day works in his uncle’s garage, and by night joins illegal street races, which for him is the graduate school where he learns how to drive, in preparation for going pro. Two things happen. Reno annoys and impresses the local gang leader, and he falls for Dina (Calvi Pabon). In the event, the gang leader wants Reno to be the driver for a heist he has in mind, and that job will take Reno as far from the direction he wants to go as it is possible to stray.

 

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This is a low budget affair with lots of obviously real people hanging out at what appear to be real off track races. It’s not the best looking film but its lack of frills gives it a certain integrity, at least in those moments when you don’t notice it cutting corners. What’s unusual is that it posits an almost entirely Hispanic world. White people don’t figure in it to any great extent, and as a consequence you feel how on their own the characters are, with no law or institutions to rule over them. It’s also a curse, as the gangs remorselessly rob from their own. Reno is an oddly interior lead character. He is ambitious, but also withholding, and strangely you don’t really get to know him (that may be the actor’s fault).

One virtue that digital video offers is that special effects are relatively easier. The big scorpion looks good, but also very much like a special effect. But that might be the point, as animators like to have their work appreciated.

The disc has a full frame transfer that is rather dark and grainy, possibly shot on 16 milimeter (it doesn’t look like HD digital video), and has no extras.

 

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Released the same day, is another film with Corman’s name on it,  Scorpius Gigantus (2006), an Aliens style horror film with scientifically tampered-with giant bugs taking out a military base.

The second thing you notice about  Scorpius Gigantus is that it is shot in high def video. This causes an interesting reaction in the viewer (or at least one viewer). Part of out pleasure in watching a DVD is that it is a record of a movie going experience, whether we had it directly or not. There is a certain grandeur to the large screen with its towering people and its fine detail. Even if we are experiencing it at second hand there is a mental adjustment to the local TV experience in which we read into it the grandeur.

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Digital video is “easy.” Anyone can do it. It’s everywhere. Since most of us have actually done a little video shooting, we know that it is a bunch of unglamorous people standing around waiting. Digital video also mentally equals “reporting,” so that a film employing it out of choice rather than necessity is aspiring toward a hyper realism. But the traditional setting and context of  SG belies that. It’s another horror film economically shot in Eastern Europe, in this case Bulgaria, with numerous cast members of distinctly Slavic cast, which is no problem unless you are trying to pretend you are in America.

Jeff Fahey stars as  Major Nick Reynolds who trains and leads a small assault team. Meanwhile, some Russian gangsters end up with a giant scorpion laying waste to them. Reynolds and his team are asked to intervene. They learn that the scorpion is the result of experimentation, and that it is also part metal and part human. As his team is reduced in numbers, Reynolds and scientist Dr. Jane Preston (Jo Bourne-Taylor) must find a way to stop genetically mutated this monster.

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You will have a feeling that you have seen this film before, and essentially guess everything that is going to happen before it does, even down to lines like, “Major, you’re gonna want to see this.” I am a big fan of Fahey, and have always been puzzled why he never became more famous. Perhaps he is on the level of a Richard Egan, some one ridiculously handsome, almost too good looking for movies. He looks a little weather beaten here, but then the video camera is cruel, especially when there is a dearth of lights and make up.

SG also arrives with no supplements. It is a full frame transfer which suggests that it was originally meant for television, though no one seems to know if it was ever aired thus. The first thing you’ll notice about the film is that it is apparently a part of the Roger Corman collection, but the box makes no claim for it, and the credits indicate that is released by New Horizons. This appears to be another name for Corman’s New Concorde.

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Both  Asphalt Wars and Scorpius Gigantus were released by Buena Vista Home Entertainment on Tuesday, July 25th, for $29.95.

 

Quick Stop Video Interview: Hot Fuzz

Filed under: Interviews — UncaScroogeMcD @ 11:45 pm

hotfuzz-02.jpgWhile running around like crazy at this year’s San Diego Comic-Con, we got a chance to sit down with Edgar Wright and Nick Frost, whose genre-bending cop flick (and Shaun of the Dead follow-up) Hot Fuzz hits US screens in January 2007.
Co-written (with Simon Pegg) and directed by Wright, it stars Pegg as a London cop banished to the hinterlands by jealous colleagues, who’s then teamed with a witless partner (Frost) before stumbling on a series of suspicious events.

We’ve got nearly 30 minutes of chat time with the pair, presented via the video clips below”¦ Enjoy!

PART 1:
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PART 2:
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Scrubs Blog: Return to Season One

Filed under: Production Blogs,Scrubs Blog — UncaScroogeMcD @ 9:27 pm

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Hello everyone!  Direct from the Scrubs Production Office…our first midweek blog entry! 

Return with us to season one…now we know that the DVD set had audio commentaries for six episodes…

“My First Day”
“My Old Lady”
“My Fifteen Minutes”
“My Blind Date”
“My Sacrificial Clam”
“My Hero”

…but in a burst of fan-based nostalgia, we would like to offer you more season one commentaries.  It’s the least we could do, right?

So pick your favorite three episodes from the following list, and the top three entries will be future blog commentaries…

“My Mentor”
“My Best Friends Mistake”
“My Two Dads”
“My Bad”
“My Super Ego” 
“My Day Off”
“My Nickname”
“My Own Personal Jesus”
“My Balancing Act”
“My Drug Buddy”
“My Bed Bantor & Beyond”
“My Heavy Meddle”
“My Student”
“My Tuscaloosa Heart”
“My Old Man”
“My Way or The Highway”
“My Occurence”
“My Last Day” 

Send your picks to scrubs@asitecalledfred.com  The entry deadline is 11:59 pm, Sunday, August 6th, 2006.

Of course, season two will be getting some love a bit later…so please stay tuned…and as always, a big thanks to our Scrubs fans.

 

 

Noctural Admissions: DVD, Dumbo: Big Top Edition

Filed under: Nocturnal Admissions — UncaScroogeMcD @ 6:09 am

 

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The thing I like best about  Dumbo is that it’s the film that figures in the manic climax to Steven Spielberg’s underrated comedy of excess  1941. There, General Stillwell (Robert Stack) has taken over a downtown theater to watch  Dumbo in private, so that he can weep copiously and out of sight of his minions. His private pleasure is interrupted by the hysteria arising over a presumed attack on Los Angeles by the Japanese, which in reality is a lost sub. 

1941 is one of those strange films in Spielberg’s catalog. The popular critical image of Spielberg is that he celebrates the middle class suburban family, using the pretext of a suspense or sci-fi story to wallow in the comforts of an ideal home with harried parents and messy kids whose kingdom resides everywhere but the parents’ bedroom. But he is just as likely to tear a family apart, as he does in  Close Encounters, Empire of the Sun, Saving Private Ryan, Schindler’s List, and 1941. It’s the reverse of his usual narrative choice ( Jaws, Poltergeist, ET), where the external threat to the family only strengthens it.

 

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The family in  Dumbo is torn apart, too. Little Dumbo is separated from his mother, who is confined in a cage in a traveling circus because she has been outraged at the treatment of her child, mocked for having big ears. With the help of Timothy Q. Mouse (voiced by Edward Brophy; Dumbo never speaks), Dumbo discovers that he has the power to fly on oversized wings grants him and mom special status in the circus world after a delicious revenge against the scary clowns who tormented him (could  Dumbo be the source for the widespread fear and / or hatred of clowns?).

 

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 Dumbo came out in 1941 at the height of Disney’s war on motherhood. Bambi’s mother is killed by hunters, and Alice’s lonely journal among mean adults. Today, as in the Lion King, the mother figure is as likely to be absent with the father remaining as the spine of the family (in any case, at least one of the parents is always gone). Was Disney directing his writers to dwell on these mother led families because he thuoght they made for better box office, or were his own neuroses plugged into the zeitgeist? Was ’40s and ’50s American culture, and therefore the culture of the civilized world, ambivalent about The Mother at the height of a war, and so therefore erased her? She was certainly the nemesis in most comedies, such  Father of the Bride, where the father is continually emascuated by the machinations of the women around him, completely oblivious to his individuality.

 

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But at root,  Dumbo is a salutary tale about self esteem. As Mr. Mouse says, The very thing that held you down are going to carry you up and up!” That’s the congenial message of the film, which Disney said was his favorite of all his productions. Dumbo appeals to the fragile person within us who wishes we had a special talent that would set us apart. Not make us equal, but make us better.

Dumbo (Big Top Edition), which is the second iteration of the film on DVD, comes in a fine full frame image with DD 5.1  sound, manipulated out of the original mono. The film has  English subtitles, and language tracks in French and  Spanish. Curiously, this DVD release has fewer special featuers than the 60th anniversay release of 2001 and the transfer has been criticized has being worse than its predecessor. Close comparisons with the 60 anniversary disc show that the image here is dimmer and flatter.

 

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Among the extras remaining from the first disc are the commentary by animation historian John Canemaker, “Celebrating Dumbo” with by Roy E. Disney and Don Hahn, Disney’s intro to the movie done for his weekly TV show,  Dumbo art gallery of 167 images, two singalongs, “Look Out For Mr. Stork” (2:28) and “Casey Jr.” (2:27), “DVD storybook: Dumbo’s Big Discovery,” and two bonus shorts, “Elmer Elephant” and “The Flying Mouse,” while erasing “Sound Design,” “Exclusive Look at  Dumbo II“, which never came out anyway, and “Publicity Materials,” which included all the trailers. Disney has something against trailers. Maybe they recognize as much as we that they spoil all their movies. New to the disc are the music video for Jim Brickman and Kassie DePaiva’s rendition of “Baby Mine” (4:00), the unduly complicated “DisneyPedia: ‘My First Circus’.” If you are a completist,  Dumbo hit the street on June 6, and retails for $29.99, but the 60th anniversary edition should continue to satisfy most consumers for now.

 

 

Noctural Admissions: DVD, Glory Road

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Glory Road boxGlory Road is like about 20 sports films you’ve seen since  Hoosiers, most of them about basketball. A man takes a coaching job not because it ays more but because it offers a chance to make a name for himself. His players are troubled and he is as much a life teacher as a coach, giving them “tough love” when it comes to their classes. In the course of a season he battles both the school’s endowers and his own wife. Against impossible odds he takes the team to the state championship (or the Olympics. Or the World Series) and with only seconds left in the last quarter of the final game pull out victory from the jaws of defeat. His wife and the school supporters both come around. All this happens to a non-stop soundtrack of contemporary pop hits.

That Glory Road is fundamentally true makes it no less cornball, and that it makes a bold, if laggard, statement about racism in the 1960s only gives it more opportunities to extrude unearned emotional high points. The film, directed by James Gartner (his first feature after making a short subject called The Last Leaf) and credited to writers Chris Cleveland and Bettina Gilois (the first script, it appears, for each), falls into that broad catagory of film from Hollywood’s vast liberal conscience. As George Clooney said in his Oscar acceptance speech, Hollywood has been out of step with the nation by among other things encouraging equal rights when the rest of the nation practiced easy racism, a laudable stance. And it is still advocating equal rights with the same fervent if old fashioned determination. One suspects, however, that the five African American starters for the 1966 Texas Western team strike the overwhelmingly white producers of Hollywood’s films as “better” Negros that the bejewelled, gun-toting hip hop ganstars of their contemporary imagination and Crash.

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The likable Josh Lucas, a blend of Paul Newman and Kevin Costner with a bit of Peter Coyote’s voice thrown in, plays the real life Don Haskins, who did indeed do all the things the movie says he did. Emily Deschanel (Bones) has the traditonal role of the skeptical wife, and one assumes that that is painfully true. The climax of the film, a televised match with the University of Kentucky for the NCAA title, is also as previously describe, with not even a subtle variation it fits right into the Disney template.

As the credits roll, the real players are shown, now in their dotage, remembering those times, and the viewer realizes that despite the admirable dedication to accuracy of the filmmakers, a better movie along the lines of When We Were Kings might have been forged from this documentary footage.

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Glory Road comes to the screen in a fine wide screen trasnfer (2.35:1,enhanced; there is also a full frame release, and a UMD edition) and with DD 5.1 with French and Spanish language tracks and English, French, and Spanish subtitles. Gartner’s audio commentary track is informative, as is the yak track with the two writers, an option I would like to encourage the DVD publishers to continue. In addition there are four deleted scenes (about seven minutes), a profile of the real Haskins (12:36) and a study of his training techniques (4:26), more credit interviews with survivors (22:00), a music video with co-star Alicia Keys (2:00), and trailers for recent or forthcoming Disney releases. Glory Road hit the street on June 6 2006, retailing for $29.95.

Brat-halla #138: Norse Force – Substitutes

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by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

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July 25, 2006

DVD Late Show: It’s Hammer Time!

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July 25, 2006

On July 17, 2006, Mickey Spillane passed away at age 88. Now, I’m guessing that a lot of this column’s readers are too young to remember what a phenomenon Spillane was in the Fifties, Sixties, Seventies and Eighties, but let’s just say he was, for many years, the most recognized fiction author in the world (think Stephen King today).

His Mike Hammer detective novels sold in the millions, he was a frequent guest on TV talk shows, and the star of a hugely successful, 18-year beer commercial campaign. The Mike Hammer character appeared in numerous motion pictures and TV series beginning in the mid-Fifties and continuing up until the late Nineties. He even portrayed his most famous character in a feature film, something no other popular author can claim ““ and he did a good job, too.

Spillane was something of a personal idol to me. I first encountered his novels in high school, and quickly became a fan not only of his books, but of many of his imitators, too. His approach to storytelling ““ raw and vital ““ had a huge impact on me and my writing, and I was fortunate enough to collaborate with him on a comic book project a decade ago called Mickey Spillane’s Mike Danger.

Ironically, I’ve been working on this column for a couple of months now, ever since receiving the DVDs of MIKE HAMMER, PRIVATE EYE and MAX ALLAN COLLINS’ SHADES OF NOIR in the same week. Little did I know that it would end up as a posthumous tribute to one of the most unique entertainment personalities of the last fifty years.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Mickey Spillane: author, movie star and the creator of Mike Hammer, private eye”¦

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Spillane’s first big-screen appearance was in the 1954, John Wayne-produced circus thriller, RING OF FEAR, directed by James Edward Grant.

In the film, Spillane plays himself, who, with the help of a Mike Hammer-ish sidekick played by Jack Stang (Spillane’s personal choice for Hammer), investigates mysterious going-ons and deadly “accidents” at the famous Clyde Beatty Circus. The somewhat routine story is enlivened by the novelty of celebrities Spillane and Beatty playing themselves, and an effective climax with Spillane facing down the murderous, psychotic saboteur. The movie also has a great, jazzy score.

Paramount has recently released RING OF FEAR in its first legitimate home video edition, on a bare-bones DVD. The disc features a very nice 2.35:1 anamorphic widescreen transfer, clear, sharp stereo, and that’s it.

It’s not a great movie, but it has its moments, and it’s a unique pop culture curio. Recommended only for Spillane completists (like me).

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The character of Mike Hammer had already been the subject of three feature films by 1963 (including 1955’s classic KISS ME DEADLY, directed by Robert Aldrich), but Spillane had never been satisfied with his famous shamus’ portrayal. In THE GIRL HUNTERS, directed by Roy Rowland, Spillane decided to take on the Hammer role himself and show Hollywood how it should be done.

Based on the first Mike Hammer book in seven years, THE GIRL HUNTERS begins with Mike Hammer lying drunk in an alley and his beloved secretary, Velda, presumed dead. But when Hammer discovers from a dying FBI agent that his girl Friday is not only still alive, but the target of a Communist assassin code named The Dragon, he pulls himself out of the gutter, slaps on the trenchcoat and porkpie hat, and dusts off his .45, ready to play St. George.

Plagued by a repetitive, annoying musical score and a somewhat over-talky script, THE GIRL HUNTERS is still a decent private eye movie, packed with Cold War paranoia and a powerful last act. Spillane is surprisingly good as Hammer, handling his dialogue ““ and his love scenes ““ with natural confidence. Shirley Eaton (GOLDFINGER, THE GIRL FROM RIO) is an effective femme fatale who looks great in a bikini, and veteran character actor Lloyd Nolan (who’d played P.I. Michael Shayne in a series of 40’s films) is great as Hammer’s FBI ally.

Image Entertainment’s DVD came out early in the DVD era, and is a bare-bones affair that at least presents the movie in its proper 2.35:1 aspect ratio.

I like it.

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Award-winning mystery writer Max Allan Collins (Road to Perdition and dozens of other novels), has always been a vocal defender of Spillane and has made no bones about Spillane’s influence on his own work. For a decade now, Collins has been supplementing his mystery writing career by directing a number of low-budget independent films, movies that have recently been collected by Troma Entertainment under their new Neo Noir label in the MAX ALLAN COLLINS’ BLACK BOX collection.

BLACK BOX contains a new, two-disc special edition of Collins’ first two suspense films, MOMMY (1995) and MOMMY 2: MOMMY’S DAY (1997), his multi-angle thriller, REAL TIME: SIEGE AT LUCAS STREET MARKET (2000), and his crime anthology film, SHADES OF NOIR (2006).

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MOMMY stars Patty McCormack (Oscar winner for her performance as the bad little girl in THE BAD SEED) as a murderous mother who has only her daughter’s (Rachel Lemieux) best interests at heart, even if she has to kill to ensure them. In the sequel, MOMMY’S DAY, she receives a stay of execution for her previous crimes, and continues to look after her little girl ““ but is she still killing?

Both movies were shot on digital video and look like it, but the scripts ““ as one might expect ““ are very good and suspenseful, and Collins has top loaded the films with experienced actors. McCormack is excellent as the over-protective mama, and supporting roles are filled out with familiar faces like Majel Barret (STAR TREK), Brinke Stevens (TEENAGE EXORCIST), Jason Miller (THE EXORCIST), Gary Sandy (WKRP), and Mickey Spillane himself as Mommy’s bemused lawyer.

The new, two-disc set includes the same slightly-letterboxed transfers as the original Troma releases, and are packed with bonus features, many of which are new to this edition. There’s old and new commentary tracks by Collins, cast and crew, an on-screen interview with McCormack, bloopers, the “Making of Mommy” featurette, vintage media coverage, an audio recording of the original “Mommy” short story, and more cool stuff I’m surely forgetting.

Currently, this 2-disc special edition is only available in the BLACK BOX collection.

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You know that “Angle” button on your DVD remote? Bet you haven’t used it much. But if you get your hands on Collins’ REAL TIME: SIEGE AT LUCAS STREET MARKET, you’ll probably give it a real workout.

The story of REAL TIME is simplicity itself: two armed robbers hold up a convenience store, and before long they have a rapidly-escalating hostage situation on their hands. But the genius of the film is not only that it plays out in ““ get this -““ “real time,” but that it is presented as if you’re watching the events unfold on the store’s multiple security cameras. Using that aforementioned “Angle” button, you can choose which camera angle you want to use to watch events unfold, and depending on your vantage point, you may see things you’d miss from another.

Well acted and tensely paced, Collins’ REAL TIME is a “real” achievement, and definitely deserves more notice for being one of the only direct-to-DVD films that actually takes full advantage of the format.

The movie is presented on the Troma DVD in multiple aspect ratios, depending on the scene and angle you use to view it. In all cases, the digital video is sharp and clear. The disc includes three commentary tracks with the filmmakers ands tars, audition tapes, deleted scenes, alternate takes, two trailers, a Ms Tree comic book story, an audio presentation of the short story the film is based on, and cast and crew biograpies.

Highly recommended. REAL TIME is also available separately.

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The final disc in the set is SHADES OF NOIR, an anthology of short films directed (well, except for one) by the famed mystery author.

The disc starts of with the short, ELIOT NESS: AN UNTOUCHABLE LIFE, which stars Michael Cornelison as Ness, in what is essentially a monologue relating an anecdote from Ness’ life. It’s cute and well made, but too brief. Apparently, this was demonstration film used to raise financing for a feature-length version.

The second film, A MATTER OF PRINCIPAL, is an excellent adaptation of one of Collins’ “Quarry” short stories about a retired hitman getting caught up in a kidnapping scheme. It’s directed by a young filmmaker named Jeffrey Goodman, and it’s very good, with a strong performance by William Makozak as Quarry.

THREE WOMEN is based on a story by Collins’ wife, Barb, and it’s a simple, one-set, one act piece with some decent acting, but no real meat. The story, such as it is, consists of three women being questioned by police in an interrogation room about a murder that all three claim to have committed.

The real heart of the anthology, however, is Collins’ excellent biographical documentary, MIKE HAMMER’S MICKEY SPILLANE. It’s a very well written and professional looking documentary, with on-screen interviews with Spillane himself, as well as actor Stacy Keach, producer Jay Bernstein and many well-known and respected mystery writers. There are also rare clips from the various film and TV adaptations of Mickey’s work, and even a couple of Mickey’s great Lite Beer commercials. It covers Spillane’s life and career in considerable detail and examines the effect his work has had on both pop culture and the mystery genre.

The disc also includes as a Bonus Feature the “lost” MIKE HAMMER pilot from 1954, starring Brian Keith and directed by Blake Edwards. What a find! Keith is excellently cast as Hammer (and even resembles Spillane, somewhat). The direction and writing is on a par with Edwards’ own later PETER GUNN work, and is remarkably violent. This is the real gem of the disc, along with the Spillane documentary and the “Quarry” film.

Other bonus features include a trailer for the 1953 version of I, THE JURY, a behind-the-scenes featurette on the making of A MATTER OF PRINCIPAL, and an audio presentation of a rare Mike Hammer LP narrated by Spillane called “Tonight My Love.”

SHADES OF NOIR is only available as part of the BLACK BOX collection.

MAX ALLAN COLLINS’ BLACK BOX is a great DVD set, with hours of independently produced mystery and suspense. Highly recommended.

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Sony has recently released a MICKEY SPILLANE’S MIKE HAMMER DOUBLE FEATURE of the first two Mike Hammer movies starring Stacy Keach from the Eighties ““ MURDER ME, MURDER YOU (1983) and MORE THAN MURDER (1984).

MURDER ME, MURDER YOU was Keach’s first Hammer telefilm, and it’s pretty decent, with a twisty plot revolving around a dead international courier, a briefcase of money and Hammer’s illegitimate 20-year-old daughter. The cast is quite good for a TV movie of the era, and the direction is solid. Personally, I very much enjoy Stacy Keach as an actor, and as Mike Hammer in particular. His affection for the role comes through clearly, and he’s always perfectly in character. It may not be quite the Hammer of the books, but I’ve always separated the TV version from the book version anyway (kinda like James Bond books/movies), and appreciate them both. Tanya Roberts plays Hammer’s secretary Velda in this movie, and I think she’s the actress who most resembles my vision of the character from the books. She even carries a gun and saves Mike’s ass in one scene.

The sequel, MORE THAN MURDER, is better than the first film, and it’s the one that really laid the groundwork for the three(!) Keach/Hammer TV series that followed. The plot is almost too convoluted, but boils down to someone shooting Hammer’s cop pal Pat Chambers (Don Stroud) in the back and framing him with a kilo of cocaine. Hammer sets out to clear his buddy’s name and find out who shot him.

A lot of the series’ gimmicks first appear here: the “mystery woman” that Hammer keeps catching glimpses of, the “I’ll make a note,” comeback, etc. Lindsey Bloom plays Velda here (as she did in the two 80s series) and while she’s a lovely lady, she’s just a little too “nice” for the role. Keach really defines his portrayal of the character in this one.

Sony surprised me, and presented these films on two single-sided, double-layered discs, each packaged in its own slimcase. I thought for sure they’d issue ’em as a single “flipper” disc. Glad I was wrong.

No frills, no extras, just clear, clean full-frame 1:33.1 transfers and Dolby stereo sound. I hope this set sells well and Sony ends up releasing the subsequent 80s TV shows.

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But, while I’m waiting for those, the syndicated 90’s revival series, MIKE HAMMER, PRIVATE EYE (1997-98) is available on DVD. This show had Keach reprising the role, this time with a new, younger Velda (the gorgeous Shannon Whirry) and a young, pretty-boy assistant (Shane Conrad, son of veteran TV tough-guy Robert Conrad).

While the show was shot on the cheap ““ and looked it ““ I still liked the episodes I saw when it originally aired in syndication, and found I enjoyed watching the rest of them on DVD.

Like the two 80’s series and TV movies, this syndicated series mines a lot of humor out of playing Hammer as a 40’s-50’s kind of guy a bit out of step with the modern era. This series deals with Internet crimes and similar 90s plots, but, oddly, Hammer’s a bit rougher and more violent here than in the previous series. I’m guessing that’s because it was syndicated, and didn’t have to deal with network censors. The writing’s not too bad, either ““ not great, mind you, but most of the stories are tough and fairly clever.

The hardest thing to get past is the cheap-looking sets, bland photography, and the palm trees that show up in many exterior scenes, even though the show is still supposed to be set in New York City. Sure, they did a bunch of insert shots of Keach wandering around Manhattan, but unlike the 80s shows, this one never quite manages to hide the fact that it was shot in Ventura, CA.

Tango has released the entire, single season series on four double-sided discs. The full frame transfers are generally pretty solid, although the last disc has a couple extra episodes crammed on it and this leads to some obvious compression problems; a few episodes show some distracting pixelation. The set comes in an attractively designed box, and includes a single bonus feature: a short but entertaining on-screen interview with star Keach.

It’s not the best Mike Hammer series, but it’s the only one available. If you’re a fan, you’ll want to pick it up.

Thanks for joining me in this tribute to one of my favorite authors and personal heroes. Go buy or rent one of these discs. Better yet, go buy one of his books. Chances are you’ll thank me later.

Next week, I’ll have a jumbo-sized TV box set round-up for you guys, but before I wrap up this column, I’d like to remind you about the Special Contest going on over at the official DVD Late Show website. Courtesy of Buena Vista Home Video, I have five copies each of the latest instant exploitation classics from Executive Producer and drive-in demigod Roger Corman ““ ASPHALT WARS and SCORPIUS GIGANTUS, starring Jeff Fahey ““ to give away free to a handful of lucky DVD Late Show readers!

Go to the DVD Late Show site for contest details. Note: this is not a Quick-Stop sponsored contest. It’s strictly between you, Disney, and me baby! Another reminder: every review I’ve written for this column is archived at www.dvdlateshow.com, now searchable both by publication date and by title. There’s bonus reviews by pals of mine, and a couple of other features, too.

Comments about this column or DVD-related questions? Feel free to contact me at dvdlateshow@atomicpulp.com.

Interview: Don Jamieson

Filed under: Interviews — UncaScroogeMcD @ 1:29 am

-By David J Lieto (aka The Squeeg)

Mrs. Squeeg and I had the good fortune of scoring tickets to the 2nd Anniversary Celebration at Uncle Vinnie’s Comedy Club in Point Pleasant Beach, NJ.  Uncle Vinnie’s is well known in these parts for excellent food, service and great comedy.  We knew we were going to have a great time which was only increased when we were able to sit down and spend a few minutes with one of the night’s headliners, Don Jamieson.

A frequent guest of Howard Stern, Don, along with partner Jim Florentine, is gearing up to film a pilot for Comedy Central called Meet The Creeps.

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SQUEEG: How do you film them without them catching on?

DON: We’ve got a camera that fits into a pen cap.  The cameraman puts the pen next to his ear and no one ever knows they’re being filmed… And that’s the best part because [someone’s] natural reaction is often the funniest reaction… and we’re able to capture that and it’s great.

There’s certainly truth in that.  If you visit Don’s website, www.DONJAMIESON.com, you can see clips from the first two seasons of Meet The Creeps. The clip entitled “Urban Fishing” is one of my favorites.

DON: We took little Spongebob Squarepants fishing rods and reels, and fishing hats… and went to this store down in Chinatown where they have these live fish tanks and we just started fishing there… the whole idea is we just act like what were doing is normal… they come up to us, you know, tellin’ us we can’t do what we’re doing and we’re like ‘No, no we got it from here.  You can take care of the other customers.’ Our friend K.C. was trying to reel one in… Water was splashin’ all around and the pole was bent over.  And People are standin’ there, in amazement, watching us as we pulled in one of these catfish.  They were just in awe…  But it wasn’t like we just did it in vain, we bought the fish… By the way, no fish were hurt in the making of that video…

SQUEEG: Wait a minute… If you’re just shooting the pilot now, how did you get two seasons of “Meet The Creeps” on DVD?

DON: They [Comedy Central] launched a broadband network, called the Mother Load… [Meet The Creeps] was one of the original shows for that so we did two seasons on there and… now they asked us to do a pilot for a primetime show for tv.

An interesting accolade, an Emmy, was bestowed upon both Don and Jim.  This was the result of appearing on HBO’s Inside The NFL.

DON: They [Inside The NFL Execs] offered us a chance to do some comedy spots on their show…  They had seen our hidden camera stuff and thought it would be funny to do that with some of the players or fans.  So we did some Meet The Creeps style stuff  which they thought was a little too hardcore for what they wanted and they decided we should do some scripted stuff. We did some funny stuff… and got some really good experience because neither one of us did much scripted work before.  We did sports-themed pieces…like we did one on how guys kind of go through like a drug withdrawal in that week between the regular season and the play-offs.  So we did six or seven pieces like that and HBO strung them together and submitted them for an Emmy… We didn’t think we’d ever get it.  We’re just two guys from New Jersey.  We figured all we get is a free dinner and some drinks… So all these respected broadcasters are winning, like Bob Costas and Chris Berman, and we missed it… we were in suits and couldn’t wait to get out of them.  We were planning on going to a Rock concert in Jersey.  And that’s all we were thinkin’ about.  So we ended up not even knowing we won until all these people started coming around shaking our hands and congratulating us.

If you’ve never caught Don’s act you’re really missing out on some great stuff.  The Mrs. and I have seen him 4 times and every time we go it seems we laugh harder than the time before.  On this occasion I laughed so hard I nearly fell out of my wheelchair.  But Don’s humor translates well in any size venue.   He recently opened for Andrew “Dice” Clay at the Borgata in Atlantic City and at the Mandalay Bay in Vegas.

DON: Jim and I are huge Dice fans.  We can recite lines from all his CDs.  Well, Jim met him out in L.A. and they became good friends.  So Jim started opening for him and there was this one time when Jim couldn’t do it and he recommended me which was great. Of course, the Dice-man’s a great comic and his audience is all pumped up so it’s really easy to play.  But the great thing was, here I come off the stage and “Dice” – this guy I’ve idolized for years – he’s back there laughing and repeating some of my lines.  It’s just phenomenal the way something like that makes you feel. 

 

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When asked about his recent appearances on Stern – the ones since Howard left “terrestrial” radio – Don said: 

“I did a couple of the Roasts and, hopefully, we’ll be on there to promote Meet The Creeps but, yeah, he’s been great.  He lets us come on there to promote our gigs and our merchandise.  He’s played segments from our Terrorizing Telemarketers CD.  He’s been really good to us.”

Mrs. Squeeg and I have known Don since 2002, when he starred in a short film I wrote and directed.  He is one of the most down-to-earth and self-effacing guys I’ve ever met.  I’m proud to know him and to call him a friend.

DON: It’s amazing all the things I’ve accomplished over the ten years I’ve been doing this and, yet, nobody knows my name…

They will, Don.  They most certainly will.

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Several years have past since the last time I wrote for any kind of periodical – web-based or otherwise.  The last article I wrote concerned an appearance I did on the Howard Stern Show, 12 years earlier. 

It was triumphant moment for me because an accident 4 years earlier made writing a near impossibility.  But thanks to intense therapy, good doctors, and some REAL good pain meds I regained the practical use of my typing finger. 

So now I’m here.  I have to thank Ming Chen, Ken Plume, and, of course, Kevin Smith for giving me a chance. 

Future articles will feature the Vegas scene with interviews and reviews.
 

 

Party Favors: Baby Buggy Wayans

Filed under: Joe Corey's Party Favors — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:54 am
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OMAHA – Damn you, Warren Buffett. I thought we had a deal. You were gonna give me your billions and I was going to buy the New York Yankees and move them to Death Valley. Pressing the plunger to implode Yankee Stadium was my dream. I already had the NY Post Headline worked out: “Bronx Bombered!”  It was my “Make A Wish” plea. And you had to give your billions to a billionaire to give ’em away for charity causes. Aren’t I charity?

Who made you rich in the first place? Who drank all that Coke when you profited off the company? Who bought airline tickets on your jets? Did you print that money in your basement? I kicked in on your billions, Buffett! We transfered funds, Wizard. I gave you cash. Time to pay back. Charity starts at home. My home!

I shall curse you, Warren. You shall never be allowed to die. And you’ll lose all your money to Bill and Melinda Gates and be forced to work eternity as a Wal-Mart greeter. Can you handle that curse? There’ s only one to remove it – make the Mets the only team in New York.

I AM INDY

The folks at Indy Racing have hired Kiss’ Gene Simmons to help the sport gain ground on NASCAR. Nothing like trying to get “today’s crowd” with a guy whose career peaked in 1977. And he wrote the league’s new theme song, “I’m Indy.” When was the last time you hummed a Gene Simmons’ song from his last album? Was Paul Anka busy when Gene was hired?

Indy racing got lost in the dust of NASCAR for several reasons. Here’s my four favorites:

1. Indy vs. CART BS. What if we threw a feud and nobody cared? The car owners split up the league and America decided to watch their grass grow.

2. Indy is all about 1 race. The rest of the season is pure filler. At least NASCAR has a few more high profile races that the fans love – including one at the home of the Indy 500. Plus after Indy 500, people tune into the NASCAR action in Charlotte. You’re the opening act, Indy.

3. Who are these drivers? There was a lack of real profile in the racing league until Danica Patrick joined. And even she is getting sick of Indy and wants to leap at NASCAR. At least in NASCAR it’s legal to block and your car can take a bump without shredding. The casual fan of Indy Racing only knows about Danica and David Letterman. I hope that if I ever get on Jeopardy, the Final Jeopardy answer doesn’t involve “he won this year’s Michigan whatever.”

4. Which car is that? Can anyone watch the Indy 500 on TV an instantly tell which car is which? Team cars all have the same paint job in Indy. NASCAR has vivid paint jobs with great sponsor logos on the hoods. You know when it’s Dale Jr. breathing down Tony’s ass. Plus NASCAR gets all those great in-car shots. The Indy race cars are like remote control slot racers. The drivers are jammed in the cockpits so we can’t get any real reaction from them.

A new logo and a lame theme song isn’t going to elevate Indy racing’s profile higher than Gene’s platforms. Forget NASCAR, the league just needs to admit that its real competition for viewership is speed eating.

HEAVY KICKING

Angeline Jolie is going to make another animated flick. Whoopie! Kung-Fu Panda is about a panda (voiced by Jack Black) who dreams of being a martial arts fighter, but his roly poly body type supposedly doesn’t make him a good buttkicker. What? Has anyone seen Sammo Hung?

The sad part is that Jackie Chan is doing a voice in this CGI-schlock. Can’t Jackie say, “Sammo’s a panda shaped guy and he’ll smack your ass around like Zsa Zsa Gabor on a Beverly Hills cop.” And haven’t we seen Jack Black kicking pencil neck geeks around in Nacho Libre? Where’s the fun in thinking he’s a lazy, no fight bear? This is the same reason why it didn’t matter when Daphne kicked ass in that Scooby-Doo movies because we knew Sarah Michelle Gellar was a scrapper every week on Buffy.

WAYANS MAKE THE LIST

The Wayans Brothers have officially gone on the Party Favors shit list. How dare they rip off Baby Buggy Bunny (1954) for their Little Man movie and not even come close to giving props to Chuck Jones and Michael Maltese!  I catch them on various shows refusing to admit where they got their inspiration for this film. Here’s a small hint – it’s The Looney Tunes Golden Collection, Volume Two. See how they stole entire frames including the shot of Baby-Faced Finster using an electric razor while smoking a cigar.

If you wanna rip off a cartoon – go ahead. But remember to mention you got the idea from watching it and taking it to the next level (or whatever direction the Wayans’ creative elevator goes). But don’t steal so obviously from Jones and Maltese.

RESPECT FOR LLOYD

Why doesn’t Rex Lee get his name on a sign at the start of Entourage? His performance of Lloyd, Ari Gold’s assistant makes the show happen. He’s the real character in this make believe world of make believers. The man is gold when he’s on the screen – no matter how short of a moment. I’ve never seen a man take that much abuse outside of Joe Torre. I do hope that in the final episode, he gets to slit Ari’s throat.

LUSTING FOR THE APOCALYPSE

CBS’s Lara Logan is the hottest battlefield reporter to ever alert the world to incoming. If indeed this is start of World War III, it’ll be pure bliss if Lara gets to countdown the final minutes we have on Earth.

JOEL TRIES TO STAY HIP

While watching VH1’s I Love the 70s Part 32, I couldn’t understand why Joel Stein is wearing a softball jersey with a white t-shirt underneath? I understand that he’s trying as hard as possible to look young. How much has he spent to make his hair move forward? Maybe someday he’ll look as pathetic as Bruce Jenner when he tucks away those wrinkles. But a softball jersey is to be worn alone.

ROMAN DENIED

How did Harry Dean Stanton not get an Emmy nomination for Big Love? I won’t deny the Shatner a chance to pull a trio for the mantle. But why did Alan Alda get picked for his stint on West Wing? I didn’t even know that show was still on. Harry Dean was the creep of the year as Roman Grant, the bigamist king. You can believe that Harry would marry a 15 year old. Because of their weird nominating process, the Emmys are a joke. The Best Series is decided by submitting only a single episode. How is that a series? At least they’re not as bad as the Grammys where the board of governors can alter the nominees – no matter what the voters want.

BEAT YOUR MEAT

Have you seen Hardee’s latest campaign where a G.I. talks about having to find someone other than his wife to “smoke my sausage?” With the recent bust of the paratroopers at Ft. Bragg for being on a gay porn website, you’d figure that such a joke would really be in bad taste. Of course it goes with the radio ad featuring a girl calling a Philly cheesesteak joint and saying, “I love meat.” Who is running Hardee’s ad agency? Is it Brian Kinney? It seems to be his “Eat the Meat” campaign from Queer As Folk.

Does anyone in the advertising business know if Kinney is considered an industry icon like Ralph Kramden is with bus drivers? I was shocked when Gale Harold came out as heterosexual when the series ended. If there was one cast member who looked like he could jackhammer his way down Vaseline Alley, it was Harold. How come every actor and singer in showbiz is gay except the guy who we’ve seen fake boffing guys on TV and looking good at it. On the other hand we have Ryan Seacrest who looks really uncomfortable standing next to men on the American Idol set.

PLAY THE KID

I’m weirded out by the love affair with Jason McElwain, the high school basketball kid who deals with austism. He nailed six three-pointers in a short amount of time and became an overnight sensation. Oprah, W and Lance wanted face time with him. He won an ESPY. Jason does deserve praise. The kid had an amazing sniper performance. But why isn’t anyone giving his coach crap for not playing this kid during the season and the playoffs?

This kid’s a sniper and they just made him towel boy except for these rare minutes? Put the kid in the game. He was a little Chris Ford out there. Where’s the interview with the coach from Greece Athena High School explaining why he didn’t play Jason more than that one moment? He held this talented kid back. And then after this shining moment, he put this kid back to passing out water bottles to the players. Maybe the coach figures he has his money moment. He knows a studio will pay him more than his teacher’s salary for his part of the story. He’ll get to cast Dennis Quaid as himself. Why risk it by putting Jason back on the court and diminishing his star power? Magic Johnson is making a movie about them. If Jason had come out for a second game and had an A-Rod 0-4 brick night, would Hollywood be calling?

And why did the kids on the other team not get in his face? I can understand laying off of him for the first few shots. But after the guy sunk the 4th three pointer, where was the deny offense? Who is going to play them in the movie? The children of former Washington Generals?

DEAL ME IN

Jesus and the World Series of Poker is back on ESPN. Don’t call the house when Jesus is bluffing! And remember kids that if you want to win the Tour De France as an American, you must have a messed up situation to overcome. And now we’ll actually follow Floyd Landis next season to see how his bionic hip does in the Alps.

SHUT UP STU!

Can Stewart Scott quit saying, “Holler at a player when you see them on the street?” It’s played out. Seriously, it’s not funny anymore. Nor witty. Why don’t you just say, “Shazam!” like Gomer Pyle?

FIFA FIX?

While I miss the World Cup, there’s nothing to miss about a pack of refs that look like they’re auditioning for Vince McMahon to get cushy WWE gigs.
 

Take Me Home Blog #2 – And now, our FEATURE PRESENTATION

Filed under: Production Blogs,Take Me Home Blog — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:38 am

 

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About an hour and a half into Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest it dawned on me: I had abso-frickingly no clue what was happening. None. I saw Johnny. Heard Orlando’s breathy dialect. Marveled at Keira seemingly trying to suck the entire Caribbean into her mouth. And still, NO CLUE. Afterwards, I turned to my buddy Jeff Seibenick (also known as “The Great Seib”) who shared the same sentiment. “I couldn’t tell you what happened,” he said, “but how great was that ending!?”

In the aftermath of the film, its onslaught of special effects still reeling in my head, I started wondering where we’re heading. See, as part of my Promise #5 to you guys (TO EXAMINE AMERICA’S DELETERIOUS CONNECTION TO FILM AND THE REFUSAL TO ACCEPT ITS POST-ATOMIC SOCIAL EVOLUTION), I think I owe it to you to say, flat out, I was disappointed by the theme park ride-turned-convoluted sequel. I know! What the hell’s wrong with me?!

Honestly, I’m not here to bash any film. That’s not what this blog is about. It’s about how WE, being the “little guys”, get our movies made and get them SEEN (that last part’s a biggie). What do we have that the majors don’t? What hope is there of some couple getting a babysitter and driving across town on a Saturday night to see a “Take Me Home” over a “Superman Returns”? And here’s the answer, or my answer, at least: There’s got to be something else.

Now, I’ll be honest, I was at Superman Returns opening night. Same for Pirates and X-Men: United. But I was mildly disappointed to majorly bummed-out by all three of those flicks. How is that possible? All I want is to be entertained, right? All I want is a little Keira Knightly pouty-lip thing. And yet…

Summer movies are like chinese food; tastes good, but it goes right through you, doesn’t it? There’s no sustenance. And what’s worse, what nobody wants to admit is that the independents aren’t much better.

Film critic Pauline Kael once remarked about the great divide forming between the majors and indies. The point she was making was really how, back in the 70’s, “small” films still had huge themes (see Coppola’s The Conversation). But nowadays, people go see independent films simply because they want something that doesn’t blow up in their face. You know, something without Bruce Willis.

The bottom line is this: I want something that sticks; something I can’t shake. And whose responsibility is that? The studio that made “Poseidon”? Hardly. Let’s lay blame squarely on the shoulders of schmucks like me: young, independent filmmakers. The aim of the big studios is simple: make the big movies BIGGER (and theoretically, more profitable). But for us, for the wee people, what’s our aim? To make small movies with no boom-boom? To make clever films that will lead to BIGGER second films?

Or, how ’bout this: we try our best to make great films that nobody else would dare to make. I think we can do it; I think we’ve got a lot to say. Maybe we’ve become too apathetic to say it. Maybe you’re not a filmmaker; maybe just a fan. If so, ask yourself this: when was the last time you talked about a movie more than five minutes after the credits rolled?

Now, is Take Me Home going to change the American lexicon? Doubt it. Will it entertain? By gummit’, yes! Will you leave the theater with plenty to say? That’s my hope.

In case you were wondering, Take Me Home is a comedy about a woman who gets into a cab in New York and convinces the driver to take her across the entire United States. That’s really it, in a nutshell. Now, if you wanted to crack that nutshell, you’d find a story about two pathetically lonely people on a trip together, one in a failing marriage, the other in a dwindling career. Two people with nothing in common but the country passing their window. Maybe a little bit about desperation, about how unfulfilling the pursuit of the American Dream can be, about how badly we want to put our trust in someone else. That’s all.

Will those messages come across on the big screen? Will the movie even make it to the big screen? No idea. But we’re trying our damnedest. And we thank you for your support.

And now, back to Poseidon II: Electric Boogaloo!

-Sam Jaeger

 

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Toy Box: The Best… and Worst… of SDCC 2006

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Top Ten Best…and Worst…of the San Diego Comic Con, 2006

Top Ten Best…and Worst…of the San Diego Comic Con, 2006 

Ah, another year gone by, another SDCC passed.  Once again this year I made my annual pilgramage to San Diego to hang with my geek brethren, and to partake in the orgy of pop culture.  And as always, I’m exhausted.

I’m doing general coverage of the various new toys over at my regular site, but here I’d like to chat a bit about what made this year’s con stand out amongst the many years, both good and bad.  Because you can never have the good without the bad – that’d just be boring.

 

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I’ll throw out my lists, and let’s compare notes:

Number 10 on the good side:  The lottery system for con exclusives.  Ah, no more running nut cases, trampling small children in their path to get an exclusive, or ridiculously long lines of exclusive-craving fanboy zombies, desperate to get that repainted figure of a third rate character.  Now you just pick up a ticket at most booths, and wait for the drawing.  While this practice started several years ago, it’s now almost universal, and makes life a lot easier.  To go along with this, I’d like to commend companies like Sideshow, Mezco and Gentle Giant who allowed you to pre-order your convention exclusives in advance, and pick them up at the show (or in some cases, have them shipped to you).

Number 10 on the bad:  But those convention exclusives can still be tricky to get, and I’m betting everyone has one exclusive on their list of ‘bad’ from the show, one exclusive that no matter how they tried, they just couldn’t get it.  For me, it was the LEGO Batman set, and it now goes on my list of stuff to watch for on ebay in the coming months.

Let’s here it for 9, 9 on the good:  There were some truly amazing costumes this year, and I’m always impressed by the folks that not only take the time and energy to create them, but put themselves out there for public display and, in some cases, dehydration from sweating.  Don’t get me wrong – I wouldn’t want to be them.  But I have to admire the work a really great costume takes, and the pair required to wear it in front of thousands of people.  That, or the complete lack of self awareness.

 

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Ah, but what about 9 on the bad:  That goes to the costumes as well.  Or more accurately, the goofy little half assed costumes.  Did you think that you’d look silly dressed up like a Klingon, in full costume and makeup, but a pair of diddy boppers and a raccoon tail on your ass was somehow ‘cool’?  Look, if you’re going to do a costume, do it right – go all out.  You look just as silly in pair of cat ears, and you lack committment.

There’s 8 for the force:  Futurama is back!  Woo-hoo!  It’s about time someone picked up this license again, although I think that the announcement on the continuation of the show (Comedy Central has ordered new episodes) certainly helped get it back on the pegs.  Toynami will be producing a line of figures in scale with the old MAC stuff.  Add to that the tremendously cool line ups that Mezco has planned for their cartoon lines, Family Guy and South Park, and you have a great looking year for fans of action figures based on more adult animated comedies.

 

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And 8 for the dark side:  The price of food and drink at the convention.  Ouch.  Oh, I know, what do I expect.  But you still have to admit that when you pay $2.50 for a bottle of water and more for a bottle of pop, or $2.50 for a chocolate chip cookie just so you don’t pass out from starvation on the convention floor, your wallet cries a little.  Not the wailing it does anytime you get close to the Sideshow or Master Replicas booth, but just a little cry, the kind that breaks your heart.

My number 7 wearing a white hat:  Two words – Ray Guns.  Actually, that’s what Weta is calling the line.  They are producing prop replica-like ray guns, with a very retro sci-fi appearance and style, but they aren’t really prop replicas, because they aren’t based on any particular license.  These are new designs, created specifically for the line up, and they looked terrific.  I’ve been bugging folks for ages now to do a line of replicas of famous B movie weapons, but this idea might even be better.

And my number 7 wearing a black hat: Companies that hold stuff to put out on certain days of the con.  They might put 90% of their stuff out on preview night, but hold back stuff til Friday or Saturday.  Why is that annoying?  Because it ignores that there are people who have one day tickets earlier in the week that would like to see everything, and it ignores that people with multiple day tickets may not be able to make it past the booth a second or third time.  There’s no point either – put out your stuff on Wednesday, all of it.

The big  6 spot goes to: Creativity.  There was plenty of it this year in the smaller companies, and that’s what it’s going to take to keep the specialty market industry alive.  Not all of it spoke to me personally, but that doesn’t mean it won’t find an audience.  And not being mainstream and being for everyone is part of what truly creative products are all about.  Two are worth mentioning – the first is the Smart Bombs from Creatus Maximus.  The designs are based on Fat Boy and Little Man, the two bombs dropped on Japan to end WWII.  But they have little brains sculpted inside the top, and the outer casings are decorated in elaborite satirical ways.  They had convention exclusives featuring a pair of Star Wars look alikes, and a couple based on some famous DC characters – I bet you can tell which ones from the photo below.

 

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Another company that impressed me was Rocket World.  They are doing a line of vinyl-like figures called I.W.G.  These guys are various animals, mostly those on the endangered species list, that have become sentient with the help of some aliens, and are now armed and fighting back against the evil humans that have done them harm.  The character designs were terrific, part of the proceeds goes to help various wildlife organizations, and this was a line that really caught my eye.  These types of creative lines would never see the front of a peg if we only had the large companies, and they are a great indication of the importance of the specialty market.  I broke down and bought a Sasquatch – the Yeti (see below) and Sasquatch have joined up with their animal friends in the battle.

 

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And of course, his evil twin number 6:  Redundancy.  Perhaps that’s not the best word to describe it, but there was an awful lot of ‘sameness’ from the past year.  There were many lines at many companies that were also at SDCC last year, and haven’t yet been released.  On top of that, what was new was generally a continuation of already existing lines, with very little in the way of new lines being produced on new licenses.  That’s definitely unfortunate, and doesn’t bode well for the next few years.

The panels provide number 5 on the cool side:  As with every year, there are plenty of nifty panels.  I enjoyed many, including Family Guy, Simpsons, Bones, Lost and Sony.  But my favorite was the panel on Veronica Mars, a show I just recently started to watch.  It just finished up it’s second season, and after many folks had recommended it, I decided to pick up the first season DVD and try it out.  My wife and I are now both hooked, and I’m doing what I can to spread the word.  The panel was made up of several of the key actors, including Kristen Bell, who plays Veronica.  She was as sweet and bright in person as she is on the show, and the panel did a great job of selling me on the new season.  If you want to see a witty, well written show with great character development, give it a chance.

Ah, and but the panels also managed to give us a number 5 on the minus side:  Hmmm, this is Quick Stop Entertainment, and our own Kevin Smith was scheduled for a panel on Saturday afternoon.  Unfortunately, traffic destroyed the best laid plans of mice and Silent Bob, and he had to cancel very late.  He did manage to make it down later in the day, and I believe they moved the schedule around to accomodate, but there were still an awful lot of bummed out fans.

Number 4 goes to an actual toy, rather than a collectible: Sigma 6.  And more specifically, the new vehicles for the Sigma 6 2.5″ figure line.  These vehicles have tremendous play value, with all kinds of cool action features, that allow the vehicles to interact not just with the figures, but with the other vehicles in the line.  Hasbro continues to impress me with their work on the latest incarnation of the classic G.I. Joe.

And no, the photo below isn’t the 2.5″ line, but rather the 8″ line – but I liked the photo.

 

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Here’s a weird one for number 4, but a lot of people I know think it’s a bummer: Time.  There’s just not enough, and yet, by the time Sunday comes rolling around, you’re definitely ready to be done.  It’s impossible to see everything in 4.5 days, including all the panels.  Saturday is a seething mass of geeks, so if you can only make it one day, do NOT pick Saturday.  The best panels are on Saturday though, making it tough for a short visit.  Even those of us that stay the entire time can’t see everything and do everything, and this year I never made a single full pass through the dealer areas.  And yet, while I have this lack of time a negative, I’m always more than ready to call it quits by Sunday.

For the number 3 good slot, we have another Star Wars item: Gentle Giant’s Slave Leia statue.  One of the most realistic statues in the Star Wars universe I’ve ever seen, it’s also every drooling fanboys dream.  I have some additional photos here, just to show you how, uh, amazing it is.  It blows away every other version we’ve ever seen, and makes the Kotobukiya version look silly in comparison.  Now, let’s just hope it makes it to the shelf.

 

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Bad number 3 is one that there really isn’t anyone you can blame, nor is there much you can do: Crowds.  This year’s show is sure to break the attendance records of the previoius years, and Wednesday’s preview night was insane.  The tremendous success of the show is actually becoming one of it’s problems, which is a problem most of us would like to have.  It will be interesting to see if the continued growth leads to any changes…

The number 2 on the good list is a general shout out to the amazing likenesses I saw.  It’s clear that sculpting and paint have become number one across the board, and every company is rising to the challenge.  From Mcfarlane, who showed their Lost line, to Gentle Giant with the Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings busts, and even on to newcomers like Kaching, who had some amazing sixth scale Bruce Lee figures, the ability to capture a likeness has become required, but demonstrated.

 

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My bad number 2 is another that you can’t do much about, but that doesn’t make it any better:  The weather.  Damn it was hot this year.  Oh, not as bad as LA, where I stopped off for a couple days before heading down to the show.  When you’re sweating while you’re taking a shower, you know it’s hot.  No, it wasn’t that bad, and the convention folks were great about cranking up the AC, especially on Friday and Saturday.  But the elevator at my hotel was obviously some sort of portal to a Lovecratian Hell dimension, and the ride up and down 22 floors was better than a half hour in the sauna.

But for number 1, let’s switch them up, with bad going first: Traffic.  Hey, we all hate it, but it seems to be getting worse and worse every year.  Now, of course this directly relates to number 2, the huge attendance, but it’s more than that.  You can’t blame someone for lots of people being there – that’s the whole point.  If the place wasn’t going to be packed, you wouldn’t get the huge number of stars, directors, writers and producers coming down from LA to give us all the info.  But the traffic snarls seemed far, far worse this year, and this is something that the city will need to deal with.  It’s not just the amount of traffic, but how it’s dealt with, especially the shuttle buses that are so critical to so many coming in from hotels in the surrounding blocks.  If it takes 45 minutes to an hour just to get a mile to the convention, it’s going to hurt the reputation of both the show and the city.  And yes, there are ways to alleviate and plan for that traffic.

We switched them up, because it’s always good to end on a high note, or in this case, the number 1 of my top ten bests: Last year, Sideshow stole the show by announcing the Star Wars sixth scale license.  Since then, they’ve produced three terrific 12″ figures, with many more already pre-ordered.

Not to be outdone, they stole the show again this year.  And again, they managed to do it with the Star Wars license.  Oh, the full scale Yoda was cool, and the Buffy fans were mighty pleased to see Giles.  But the sixth scale Jabba the Hutt, along with his full throne base, was the number one for me.  Not only will this make a truly amazing museum quality display when added to the Boush Leia, Jedi Luke and Bib Fortuna, but the price was amazing as well.  Just $120 for Jabba?  What’s he made out of, paper mache?  Oh sure, the throne is another couple bills, but it’s a huge hunk of gorgeous polystone, so I’m not surprised.  This is going to be one of the best sixth scale items Sideshow releases in the Star Wars license – and perhaps in anything they ever do.  Can you tell I have my hopes up?

 

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Now you’ll have to excuse me, as I have to get my hotel reservations set up for next year.

 

 

July 24, 2006

Widge Goes Off #5: I Dared to Explore the Unknown Emptiness…of My Wallet!

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widgepic.jpgWelcome back. Thank you for returning once again to my little janitor’s closet of the net. Let’s get down to business, shall we?

[CONTENT WARNING] This podcast contains foul language and has caused ferrets to spontaneously combust. Which is never a bad thing.

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Oh, and here’s the article I mention in the podcast. Read it.

That’s right, kids, that means it’s time for another session of Monday Morning Box Office Quarterbacking. Make sure you follow along at Box Office Mojo.

Pirates continues to surprise. I mean, I thought it was a decent movie: but $320 million decent? Je-sus. Anyway, I figured with all the various pics opening this weekend we would have seen it drop to maybe #2, but nope, it stood strong and still brought in $8K a cinema on average. Damn.

Monster House opens in second place, which against the Johnny Depp Cash Machine is about the best you can do, apparently. Little CG family entertainment never hurt anybody…we suppose.

Lady in the Water, interestingly enough, is the lowest opening M. Night’s had for a wide opening film. I guess he pissed more people off with The Village than he had at first anticipated. And really, the commercials for the film were terrible. I don’t know what they were thinking. The interviews and summaries all make it out like a dark fairy tale, while the commercials just went “Ooooh, M. Night = spooky! SPOOKY! DO YOU HEAR US YELLING SPOOKY?”

You, Me and Dupree drops only forty percent in its second weekend, which is pretty impressive considering, well, it’s a dumb comedy and also look at what all it was up against.

Little Man drops around fifty percent in its second weekend, also impressive considering that it’s a really dumb comedy. But it doesn’t matter, this is one of those things that will have a rental life like you wouldn’t believe. For better or for worse.

Clerks 2 is probably the only film this year that will become profitable after its first three days of being in cinemas. Which is sad, but true. Sad for the other films, mind you. And this thing will have killer DVD sales on top of whatever it makes. And as I make mention of in the podcast, it’s probably the first film where the sequel tripled, in its first weekend, the box office take of its predecessor.

My Super Ex-Girlfriend…this was a bit of a surprise, honestly. Only $8M and in seventh place? It had Uma Thurman plus a Wilson brother–what could have gone wrong? Maybe it struck a little too close to home for a lot of guys. I dunno. I still think the bit with the shark was classic, though.

Superman Returns. Well, the character hasn’t been this weak since Grant Morrison started writing him. Just pathetic.

And lastly, Devil and Cars are both on their way out.

Join us next time for when we’ll be talking about either the triumph or crashing of Michael Mann and what will probably be the crashing of Ant Bully.

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.

Film Flam Flummox: The Lady Drowns

Filed under: Film Flam Flummox — UncaScroogeMcD @ 4:15 am

 

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July 21, 2006

Why the Lady Drowns 

Lady in the WaterIt would be easy to glibly dismiss M. Night Shyamalan’s LADY IN THE WATER as an epic trainwreck–and, indeed, it is. So let’s get all of that out of the way: it’s one of the most astonishing, embarrassing, misbegotten misfires from a name brand director in recent memory. While it’s undoubtedly fun to hurl the invective at a work that truly deserves the abuse (and does this film ever ask–nay, beg for it), what is truly striking is that maybe, just maybe, this fantastical tale could have worked on screen. It’s just that Shyamalan makes just about every conceivable wrong move along the way from basic conception to execution.

The basic idea is this: a sea nymph, called a “narf” (Bryce Dallas Howard), arrives in the pool of a Philadelphia apartment building on a mission to inspire a writer who will change the world. With the help of the building’s superintendent Cleveland Heep (Paul Giamatti) and just about all the other tenants, the narf–named (flaming, sledgehammer symbolism alert!) “Story”–attempts to find her “vessel” and then return safely to her aquatic home of “The Blue World” without being harmed by the dangerous wolf-like creatures called “scrunts.”

Now, it would be easy to dismiss this basic idea, which reportedly comes from a bedtime story Shyamalan made up on-the-fly for his young daughters, as incredibly silly. But then that doesn’t mean it couldn’t have been adapted from the screen effectively, particularly with the originally intended target audience in mind: children. After all, who would be most willing to let the paper-preposterous mythology of narfs and scrunts wash over them at face value? But Shyamalan misses the boat by not only bypassing the kid audience or even the family audience but by aiming this heap of hokum squarely at adults. It’s perhaps a noble intention to try to make an adult audience appreciate and embrace the innocent wonder of a fairy tale, but to do so would require that ever-so-tricky balance known as magic realism–and when the former quality isn’t exactly magical and the latter is hardly convincing, trouble is afoot.

Giamatti deserves special credit for doing his damndest to deliver a real performance here, but his authenticity in bringing to life the anguished, stuttering schlub that is Cleveland works against whatever spell Shyamalan tries to conjure. Cleveland, not unlike Mel Gibson’s character in the director’s 2002 Signs, has withdrawn from most of the world after a tragedy shattered his faith. Why, then, does he instantly buy into Story and her increasingly convoluted Blue World rules and mythology? Even better, why does practically everybody else in the building instantly go with it without question as well? Maybe Shyamalan intended this giant leap to read as a metaphor about how every grown-up is eager and ready to find something greater in which to believe in their mundane existence, but such a theme is clumsily conveyed at best, downright stupid at worst.

It also doesn’t help that the magic of this would-be magic realist world isn’t the slightest bit alluring, which would’ve gone a long way toward explaining why everyone in the building is immediately drawn in. Story, with her perpetually limp locks, zombie-pale skin, equally frozen visage, and droning voice to match is quite simply an incredible drag all around–she’s rather creepy to look at, and the purple prose that’s solemnly whispered out of her mouth is more likely to strike bone-chillng fear than foster exuberant creative inspiration. The feeling she is said to inspire, akin to “pins and needles” as the audience is told, doesn’t exactly sound like a sensation that would lead anyone, much less a Chosen One (more on this doozy a little later), to craft a world- and history-changing magnum opus of art and thought. As if it weren’t already difficult enough to go with the flow, according to Shyamalan’s script the narf mythology derives from a Korean bedtime story–and so the bulk of the heavy, neverending exposition comes via tedious and often downright insulting scenes of a heavily-accented, skanky Korean party girl tenant (Cindy Cheung) translating her non-English-speaking mother’s explanations in rough, rather offensive “Me So Horny”-level pidgin English. The talk of narfs and The Blue World are already difficult to take when delivered straight; how can we possibly take it the slightest bit seriously or have even a twinge of investment when the pertinent information is given by stereotype joke characters? Worse still, just when one thinks they have everything with the narfs and the scrunts straight, then Shyamalan introduces new wrinkles and rules to the mythology; I’m not going to even go into what the “tartutic” and “The Great Eatlon” are, or how the interpretation of cereal box images (!) comes into play. (Actually, I’m still trying to figure out how that one came about myself.) The neverending web of new convolutions–needless ones, no less, as ultimately it’s still simply about trying to send the narf back home–betray what is by stated conception a kid-friendly fairy tale bedtime story. The reality may be that Shyamalan made up his bedtime tale as it went along when he first told it to his kids, but there’s no good reason why a film derived from it should feel like it is.

But no one dare question the story Shyamalan tries to tell and how he chooses to tell it, and that such smug, self-justification finds its way into the very narrative of Lady in the Water is what finally pushes the film from already overstuffed, undercooked mess to a landmark of catastrophic indulgence. The writer whose über-profound musings will go on to inspire future world leaders and form the impetus to large-scale global sociopolitical change is played by none other than the writer-director himself. His character–no less than the third lead behind Giamatti and Howard–may not bear his own name, but he might as well, as there’s no excuse to cast himself in such a large role (after all, talented South Asian actors who would’ve nailed this part with far more expression and empathy, such as a Saif Ali Khan or an Abhishek Bachchan, were just a phone call away) other than to make his statement blatantly clear: M. Night Shyamalan is the Vessel of Story. Doubt that at your peril–lest you meet the same fate as Farber (Bob Balaban), a fussy film and book critic whose ceaselessly cynical ways lead him to being at the wrong place at the wrong time with a scrunt. The character and Balaban’s rather hilarious performance are probably the most amusing aspects of the film, but in the end one realizes that he really doesn’t have much purpose in the grand scheme–other than to be proven “wrong” and pay dearly for it.

Perhaps the saddest part of Lady in the Water is that Shyamalan is definitely a talented filmmaker. Even in some of his heretofore lesser efforts there are moments of technical brilliance; for example, the nailbiting basement/flashlight scene in Signs and a key character’s plot-pivoting stabbing in The Village. If the latter film’s disastrous final third was his leap off of the cliff, then the whole of Lady in the Water signifies his plunge off of the deep end. I would love to see Shyamalan work a writing collaborator who would help hone and enhance his admittedly imaginative ideas while streamlining the indulgences–or better yet, apply his craft and technique to someone else’s screenplay. But then again, what the hell do I know–I’m a lowly scrunt-bait critic deigning to question the very Vessel of Story.

Truth in Titling

Monster HouseSnakes on a Plane isn’t the only summer movie to lay it all out there in plain sight–there is also the motion-capture animated feature MONSTER HOUSE, which is centers a house that is… a monster. After setting up the premise–after the neighborhood grump (Steve Buscemi) passes, young across-the-street neighbor DJ (Mitchel Musso) notices that his now-vacated home has developed a literal hunger for pets and people that dare disturb it–director Gil Kenan lets his imagination run wild with it without (attention Story Vessel Shyamalan!) weaving unwieldy complications. The animation may be more traditionally CG-looking and as life-like (and, hence for some, not as creepy) as producer Robert Zemeckis’s previous motion-capture-animation effort The Polar Express, but the more fanciful look works, particularly in the case of the title object itself, which Kenan and his design team have managed to turn into a believably living and highly menacing creature while still maintaining its distinct house qualities: its tongue is a rug; its uvula is a hanging light fixture, etc. Anyone looking for Pixar-level (that is, pre-Cars) characterization may be disappointed, but when it comes to killer visuals, some witty one-liners, and genuine thrills (some of which may be too intense for the youngest set–the PG rating is rather deserved), Kenan delivers the freaky/funny goods for audiences of all ages.

My Perfectly Okay Ex-Girlfriend

My Super Ex-GirlfriendWith last year’s Sky High and now MY SUPER EX-GIRLFRIEND, it seems the new annual trend is to graft the superhero angle onto a tried-and-true non-action genre. While not as sharp and clever as last summer’s witty take on the high school teen flick, Ivan Reitman’s superpowered variation on the romantic comedy is good for some light amusements, largely due to Uma Thurman’s game performance as Jenny Johnson/G-Girl, whose confident superheroic exterior hides a needy, clingy, hopelessly neurotic secret identity–in whom one Matt Saunders (Luke Wilson, giving good exasperated smirk) takes a soon-to-be-regrettable interest. The effects, costuming, and hero moniker (“G-Girl”? Might as well call her “Narf Girl”) aren’t exactly the most super, but when Reitman, Thurman, Wilson, and writer Don Payne are able to pull off twisting the original 1978 Superman‘s iconic “Can You Read My Mind?” sequence into a hilariously paranoid nightmare of emasculation, they are at least getting the most important job done: delivering a breezy timepass entertainment with a little hint of bite.

Swamped by ShadowsShadowboxerWith producing efforts such as Monster’s Ball and The Woodsman, Lee Daniels has built his career on not playing it safe, and he continues on that path with his directorial debut, SHADOWBOXER. Filled with bloody violence, graphic sex and nudity, drug use, color- and age-blind couplings, there’s a lot going on in this story of a hitman (Cuba Gooding Jr.), his cancer-stricken partner/lover/mother figure (Helen Mirren), and the mark (Vanessa Ferlito) they end up protecting from the husband (Stephen Dorff) who ordered the hit. But for all the mayhem, plot twists, and taboo-smashing, the film fails to resonate due in large part to Gooding’s opaque central performance as the laconic Mikey; his character is a man of few words by design, but Gooding does nothing beneath the stoicism that would enable the viewer to connect with Mikey’s rather rich emotional arc. Other peformances are more effective, particularly Mirren’s nuanced yet palpably anguished work; and unlike a lot of producers-turned-directors, Daniels has a confident, creative visual style (aided in no small part by cinematographer M. David Mullen). The raw materials for a gutsy, gritty, fearless, fascinating thriller are here, but the end result amounts to some intriguing individual parts and not a satisfying, cohesive whole.
At the Video Store

It’s a shame that Warner Bros. appeared to have no clue how to properly sell Chris Robinson’s ATL (Warner Home Video), as evidenced by their ad campaign and the early media coverage of the film. Early press fixated on roller skating, which is part of the film but hardly the focus; the trailers and TV spots suggested violent urban ghetto flick, but the grit and darker shades are not the main concern. Ultimately, this is one of those teen coming-of-age films, and with the eventful time stretch comes the good and the bad, the light and the dark; and with the different characters come the divergent life directions, be it the legit or the criminal, the modest to the extravagant; and with its setting–Atlanta–all the local flavor specific to life there. It’s not exactly something that can boiled down to an easy sell, but then that’s also part of its appeal and charm. Tip “T.I.” Harris acquits himself well in his big acting debut, and the rest of the eager young ensemble (including Jackie Long, Al Daniels, Evan Ross, and Lauren London) deliver. The DVD includes deleted scenes, a T.I. music video, and a “Director’s Journey” documentary.

SHE’S THE MAN (DreamWorks Home Entertainment) could easily be dismissed as another light teen comedy, and worse yet one of those Shakespeare-“inspired” teen comedies (here, Twelfth Night), but it works far better than it has any right to be, thanks to that comic dynamo Amanda Bynes, here playing a girl who goes undercover as her brother to play soccer at his boarding school (yes, it’s a stretch). Attractive in a real girl way (read: she actually eats!), and more than game to go the extra mile for a laugh, she fills a zany niche not occupied by any of her young actress brethren, and I look forward to see her further work on the big screen now that her sitcom has ended its run. The DVD includes commentary by Bynes, director Andy Fickman, and other cast and crew members; deleted scenes; a gag reel; and a making-of featurette.

Next Time…

…more reviews, including Miami Vice. As always, for additional reviews from past and present (including Clerks II) and more, check out my home site, TheMovieReport.com.

 

 

Spook’d #87: Extreme Lair Makeover – Media Room Madness

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by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

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Spook'd #87: Extreme Lair Makeover - Media Room Madness

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July 22, 2006

Ken P. D. Snyde-Cast #13: The Logo Fiasco-rama

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Adult Swim’s Dana Snyder and FRED’s Ken Plume set out to have a literate conversation between two pals, but inevitably devolve into a verbal, and funny, free-for-all full of bickering, infighting, and the special kind of male bonding that comes from conflict expressed through the podcast medium.

Actor/comedian/raconteur Dana Snyder, you’re certainly aware, is Aqua Teen Hunger Force’s Master Shake, Squidbillies‘ Granny, Minoriteam’s Dr. Wang, and The Venture Bros.‘ Alchemist. Available for weddings and bar mitzvahs (bat availability pending), you can keep tabs on him via his website, www.eyeofthesnyder.com.

Ken Plume is the editor-in-chief here at FRED. He is a friend of Dana’s, as well as his arch-nemesis.

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KEN P.D. SNYDECAST #13: The Logo Fiasco-rama – Dana & Ken assemble a virtual (yet real) cornucopia of [adult swim] luminaries to judge the seemingly never, yet mercifully ending logo contest, with a guest list that includes The Venture Bros.’ Jackson Pubick and Doc Hammer, Aqua Teen‘s Ned Hastings, Home Movies and Lucy, Daughter of the Devil‘s Loren Bouchard, writer extraordinaire Brian Studler, and the beautiful Jennifer Stephens, direct from [as] headquarters. It’s a real mess, but fun. Really. Trust us. You’ll find a cheat sheet of all the logo entries below.

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July 21, 2006

Scrubs Blog: Week 32 ““ Summer Idol

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It may be summer hiatus, but we roll out the next in a series of exclusive episode commentaries to hold you over the long wait for Season 6″¦

BLOG-COMMENTARY #7: Episode 5×21 – “My Fallen Idol” –
Writer Bill Callahan and editors Rick Blue & John Michel drop a commentary, just for you. All you have to do is download the mp3 file below, cue up the episode on your TIVO, VHS, DVD, or computer, then hit play on the commentary (or you can download the free Sharecrow DVD player, which allows you to sync up commentaries on your computer). Hope you dig it”¦

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Noctural Admissions: Movies, My Super Ex-Girlfriend

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There is a funny passage in Alan Moore and Dave Gibbon’s Watchmen. It’s in Chapter One, and it’s when everyman Hollis Mason (The Night Owl) and the neurotic, combative Laurel Juspeczyk (Silk Spectre) go out to dinner. In word balloons, the pair discuss part of the attraction of being a superhero was the costumery. “Why did we dress up like that,” she asks. “The Keene Act was the best thing that ever happened to us.” It’s clear from Hollis’s reaction that he doesn’t share Laurel’s views on superhero costumery.

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The passage hints at the fetishistic lure of fighter costumes, that at root the comic’s adventure story exists to offer an excuse to draw and view women in tight leather and thighboots.

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And that is exactly what is wrong with My Super Ex Girl Friend. Here, director Ivan Reitman and costume designer Laura Jean Shannon ( Elf) had a marvelous opportunity to turn on every comic book nerd in the world (and increase their film’s revenues). They had at their disposal one of the most beautiful women in the world. She is about two heads taller than most everyone else in the film, and she’s got a gene pool to die for (there is a statue of her mother back in the homeland). And how do they dress her up? Like a Swedish schoolmarm’s idea of a super heroine. Shannon could have done it: several years earlier she made Lena Olin hotter than hot in Romeo is Bleeding in heels and stockings.

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Of course, there are some scenes when Jenny Johnson (Thurman) is in “disguise” as a workaday Manhattan girl with a job in an art gallery and a prim way of warding off strange men on the subway. There it makes sense that she should have buttons up to her neck, lace collars, and a generally sexless exterior.

But when the clothes come off, underneath should be – a super hot superhero costume. I’m talking tight go go boots, shiny leggings or stockings, flexible lycra, a form fitting top that pushes her bosom up enough to distract even the most stolid robber. She should move through the air and stride down the street with domineering authority. Her costume should have the iconic necessity of Lara Croft’s. When G-Girl first appears in combat at the start of the film, she looks like someone out of a Pat Benatar music video with half-stockings and high heeled shoes rather than authority-inducing boots, far from the mode of a superheroine.
But that is the diffence. My Super Ex Girlfriend is not a superhero comedy. It is a romantic comedy with a superheroine in it.

Super team

To that end, it follows the lite New York romantic comedy. It begins with the corniest of New York movie openings, an arial view of the city with a sprightly if unmemorable soft jazz tune behind it. Then we’re in the midst of a crime, with jewel thieves thwarted by the mysteriously named G-Girl. And then we are plunged into the subway, where Matt Saunders (Luke Wilson), a designer, is on his way to work, when he tries to pick up Jenny. From then on it is all love, love, love, with Matt a forgettable nebbish who manages to find himself looking down on the needy, neurotic Jenny.

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The real love of his life is co-worker Hannah Lewis (Anna Faris), but she dates a handsome underwear model. And Matt’s best friend is Vaughn (Rainn Wilson, of TV’s The Office), i.e., that type of best friend in youth comedies such as EuroTrip who is really a nemesis with all his arrogance and bad advice. Before the film is a trailer for John Tucker Must Die. In it is the 100th iteration of a scene also replicated in Super. There, an experienced girl teaches a nerd girl to kiss; here, Vaughn gives Matt advice on how to break up with Jenny, even holding his hand. The fact that his character is named Vaughn may be a vague salute to Vince Vaughn.

Matt dates Jenny, and then learns that she is the mysterious G-Girl. He has great sex with Jenny, and even meets her supervillain nemesis, Professor Bedlam, aka Barry (Eddie Izzard). But in the end, he really loves Hannah. Well, try to break up with someone whose PMS is even of superhuman proportions.

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All this being said, in the end, despite inconsistently erotic apparel for Thurman, Super ends up being enjoyable in its modest way. The plot is reasonably well structured, if predictable (I knew the ultimate pair offs as soon as a certain flashback started; in fact, I would have delayed that part of the flashback until the last 15 minutes), and laugh out loud funny more times than not (of special note is the “land shark” sequence). In spirit is is probably more like Galaxy Quest, a gentle ribbing of comic book fantasies by people who aren’t all that familiar with the subject, but just enough to score a few points.

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Thurman is very, very good in what is in reality a second lead. The pressure off her, she seems to flower. What’s funny is that in the background are actresses who are presented as much sexier than her. The character whom Vaughn is constantly trying to pick up, a bartender, is played by Margaret Anne Florence in what appears to be her first movie, and she is a total fox. And even the girl who plays teenaged Jenny (Tara Thompson) is “sexier” than Thurman. It’s nice to have them in the film, but for the sake of narrative tension the sexual emphasis should be on Thurman in costume.

Essentially, Super is a cartoon comedy, with some wised up elements. But I also like the cartoony special effects. They had speed. In the best special effects, especially when a superhero is throwing something big, like a truck, the object rarely move with the speed you’d expect. They are weighted, possibly because the animators want you to see and appreciate their handywork, even in defiance of physics. Here, such as during a catfight at the end, the effects move like lightning, as they should. Also, I really enjoyed Luke Wilson, who here acquires a sort of early Jack Nicholson every manquality, mixed with a Jack Lemmon nebbish. His closeups in the R-rating skirting sex scenes, with a powerful super girlfriend scraping the floorboards with the bed thanks to the power of her thrusts, are hilarious (and will put certain oldies in the audience in mind of  Wonder Warthog).

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By the way, it’s clear that there was a scene deleted from the movie. When G-Girl rescues Matt from the Statue of Liberty, there is an obvious opportunity for a dialogue between them in a nearby park (this is before he knows who she really is), but we don’t see it, even though there are many photos on the ‘net taken of Uma in the park that day. Expect that scene to pop up on the DVD.

Comics in Context #138: Lasseter, Come Home

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cic-20060721-011.jpgReading animation historian Charles Solomon’s article about Cars director John Lasseter in The New York Times (Jan. 25, 2006), I discovered an unexpected connection between Lasseter’s childhood and my own. Solomon reported that Lasseter told him that “his love affair with cartoons began when he saw Disney’s The Sword in the Stone as a boy.” I too was fascinated with this 1963 animated film when I saw it in my early childhood. In those days before home video, I still managed to see this movie repeatedly. The Sword in the Stone is not generally considered one of Walt Disney’s noteworthy films, but perhaps I–and Lasseter–first encountered it at just the right age for it to spark our interests in the cartoon medium. Perhaps in my case I was subconsciously responding to its mythic elements: it is the tale of King Arthur’s boyhood, with wizards good and evil (Merlin and Madam Mim) and magical transformations aplenty. (Another early 1960s Disney film had a considerable effect on my fellow columnist Fred Hembeck, namely 1961’s The Parent Trap, but that’s another story.)Lasseter recounted the story of his career to editor Brent Schlender in a recent issue of Fortune magazine, and I as struck by the parallels between his story and life in the comics industry as I have witnessed it over the decades.As a boy Lasseter loved animation, but more than most children do. Animation became his vocation, and he especially loved the classic Disney animated films. This parallels the way that so many comics professionals are enthralled and inspired by the comics they read as kids, and long to work for Marvel or DC. Lasseter told Fortune that he wrote letters to the Disney studio saying that he wanted to become an animator, and studio representatives write back, advising him to study art. This reminds me of young aspiring comics artists sending samples in to Marvel or Dc’s submissions editor, hoping to find an opportunity to break into the business. Even future stars of the medium, such as Todd McFarlane, have gone through this early phase in their careers (see “Comics in Context” #124).The Disney studio was encouraging Lasseter, and eventually sent him a letter telling him about the Character Animation Program the studio was starting at the California Institute of Arts film school. Lasseter became a member of the very first class. “I finally realized that I wasn’t the only one with this geeky love for animation. We could come out of the closet now,” Lasseter told Fortune.

Thanks to comics specialty shops, conventions and the Internet, as well as the medium’s improving public image, being a comics fan is not necessarily the lonely hobby it once was. But I can recall, after having been mocked in high school for liking comics, the sense of community I felt after moving to New York and starting to meet people of my generation who still took comics seriously.

Not only that, but my new friends and acquaintances were writing, drawing, or editing comics themselves. Some of them would even become leading figures in the artform. So, too, Lasseter, a future giant of animation, found himself in the same Cal Arts animation class as Brad Bird (of The Incredibles) and Tim Burton (of Corpse Bride, not to mention the 1989 live action Batman film).

Like budding comics artists who were taught by Will Eisner or Harvey Kurtzman at the School for Visual Arts, or by Joe Kubert at his own school, Lasseter and his classmates were being taught by animators from Disney’s Golden Age. Lasseter explained, “not only were they teaching us great skills, but we were hearing their stories of working with Walt Disney. Walt and these guys took animation from its infancy and created the art form that we know, and now these guys were handing the information to us, this group of unbelievably excited kids.“  During his summer breaks from Cal Arts, Lasseter worked at Disneyland, rising from sweeper to one of the guides who delivers the traditional joke-laden spiel on the Jungle Cruise. It seems like a more colorful equivalent to rising from intern to assistant editor at Marvel or DC.It was during his summer break in 1977 that Lasseter saw the original Star Wars on its opening weekend, which he called “another key thing that made me who I am.” He explained in Fortune that “When Walt Disney was making his films he trusted his instincts and made films for himself, but they appealed to everybody, not just kids.” You may recall that Stan Lee made his creative breakthrough when his wife encouraged him to write comics that not simply kids but he himself would want to read: the result was Fantastic Four #1 and the rest of his classic work of the 1960s. Looking around the theater, Lasseter saw both young and old, both adults and children, enjoying Star Wars. That’s an important observation: even as early as 1977, science fiction, when done as entertainingly as George Lucas did Star Wars, had become mainstream entertainment, not just a niche. The examples of the classic Disney films and Star Wars persuaded Lasseter that animation could appeal to “the broadest possible audience.”How does this relate to comics? Whether or not he intended it at the outset, through the Marvel revolution of the 1960s Stan Lee extended the audience for comic books beyond small children to teens, college students, and even adults. Superhero movies such as Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man movies and Bird’s The Incredibles not only reflect their directors’ personal visions but are also crafted to appeal to wide demographics. The question is whether the comic books of the early 21st century, especially the “mainstream” titles from Marvel and DC, are reaching out to this wide potential audience, or have fallen into the trap of appealing only to a small niche.On graduating in 1979, this first class of Cal Arts animation students “all were about to achieve our dream of working for Disney,” Lasseter recalled. “But,” he continued, “what we found when we got there was a crushing disappointment: The animation studio wasn’t being run by these great Disney artists like our teachers at Cal Arts, but by lesser artists and businesspeople who rose through attrition as the grand old men retired.” Thus Lasseter discovered in animation what I have observed in comics, or in other artistic enterprises. The creative individuals who are responsible for the company’s early, groundbreaking successes eventually leave, due to age, or to follow other pursuits. They are often succeeded by company men who are out to maintain the status quo and boost profits, and who lack their predecessors’ creative imagination.

As their later successes would demonstrate, Lasseter and at least some of his contemporaries were indeed the true successors to Walt Disney and his collaborators. But in 1979 and the early 1980s, their efforts to shake the Disney company out of its creative lethargy succeeded only in alienating the Powers That Be.

In 1982 Lasseter was fired up by the possibilities he saw upon watching Disney’s live action adventure movie Tron, one of the first films to utilize the new CGI technology. (1982 was the year that I attended my first San Diego Comic Con, and one night while we were there, the late Mark Gruenwald, other Marvel employees and I went to a drive-in to watch the newly opened Tron. Yes, there were still drive-ins back then, though not many.) Lasseter wanted to use computers in animation, and pitched a version of Thomas Disch’s The Brave Little Toaster. “I’ve always loved animating inanimate objects, and this story had a lot of that,” Lasseter said in Fortune, so it would seem that the 30 second Toaster test clip (with hand-drawn characters but CGI backgrounds) that he worked up was the forebear of 2005’s Cars. (Or was it a thirty-second test clip adapting Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are, as Charles Solomon contends in the New York Times piece?)

Lasseter was a visionary, but as the maxim goes, a prophet does not receive honor in his own country, which Disney was for him. In the process of pushing for this innovative project he had inadvertently alienated his superior, and so Lasseter was done in by office politics. Once Toaster was turned down, Lasseter was let go. (Eventually The Brave Little Toaster was made as a hand-drawn animated film outside the Disney studio and was released in 1987.)

“So, yeah, I was fired,” Lasseter said in Fortune. “But you have to understand. . .this was my identity. The only thing I’d ever wanted to do was work for Disney. I was so excited, and pushing, and I didn’t play the political game. I was devastated.” I can understand this. I’ve seen the reactions of comics professionals who, after years of prosperity in their chosen artform, abruptly find themselves out of work, often for no reason better than that a new regime has come to power. What happens to your sense of identity when your success suddenly comes to an end, your position in the business falls away, and your dreams seem to have reached a dead end? Fortune quotes Lasseter’s fellow Pixar director Andrew Stanton as saying, “He knows what it’s like to be reminded that you’re a subordinate, that you’re inferior, that you’re replaceable, and that it’s not about you.”

I’ve enjoyed watching how some of my friends in the comics business, whom I thought had been badly treated by one or more of the major companies, eventually achieved such success that they became major players at the Big Two. Lasseter followed a similar route. Unable to break through the Disney bureaucracy, Lasseter went over to Lucasfilm, the company founded by another filmmaker who had had a great influence on him. Even for Toaster, Lasseter hadn’t even considered using computers to animate characters, but his friends at Lucasfilm suggested he try it. “So that’s how I came to direct what turned out to be the very first character-animation cartoon done with a computer.”

And this led to a revolution in computer animation. I am again reminded of how, in a period when DC Comics had seemingly permanent dominance in the comics industry, Stan Lee, on the verge of quitting the medium, instead came up with the revolution that transformed his fortunes, Marvel’s, and the whole American comics business’s. Lucasfilm’s computer division became the independent company Pixar.

There are many cases of comics professionals who make their names in independent comics, and then go on to become stars at the Big Two, Marvel and DC. Similarly, Lasseter and his Pixar colleagues became increasingly successful in their independent operation, and eventually made a deal with Disney to do their first–actually, the world’s first–entirely computer-animated feature film, Toy Story.

At this joint in Lasseter’s tale I find a quotation that was quite revealing about corporate Disney’s mindset circa 1991. “What was interesting is that Disney kept pushing us to make the characters more edgy. That was the word that they kept using. We soon realized this was was not a movie we wanted to make–the characters were so Ôedgy’ they had become unlikable. The characters were yelling, they were cynical, they were always making fun of everybody, and I hated it.”

So, readers, does that description make you too think of the state of characterization at Marvel and DC here in the early 21st century?

Lasseter claims that “the Disney people” thought “we didn’t know what we were doing.” But Lasseter and Pixar stuck to their guns, and Toy Story, expressing their own creative vision, was an enormous success. “That taught us a big lesson,” Lasseter told Fortune. “From that point on, we trusted our instinct to make the movie we wanted to make. And that is when I started really giving our own people creative ownership over things, because I trusted their judgment more than the people at Disney.”

Solomon stated about Lasseter in the Times that “Much like the late Walt Disney, his trademarks are well-told, broadly appealing stories, technological advances, interesting characters and a quality that has been conspicuously absent from many recent American films: heart.” And if I had to sum up in one word what has been conspicuously absent from many (most?) recent Marvel and DC comics, now I know which word to choose. Not the mawkish sentimentality we sometimes get, but genuine heart. It’s the wisdom of Solomon indeed; thank you.

As it turned out, from the mid-1980s onward Pixar’s computer animated features outdid Disney’s own new animated features both commercially and creatively. The Emperor’s New Groove (2000) was a comedic delight, Lilo and Stitch (2002) was entertaining and commercially successful, and Brother Bear (2003) had an intriguing mythic subtext (see “Comics in Context” #19). But Atlantis: the Lost Empire (2001), Treasure Planet (2002), and Home on the Range (2004) (see “Comics in Context” #41) were disasters. Disney’s Tarzan in 1999 (see “Comics in Context” #133) was its last animated feature that looks destined to take a rightful place among its classics. Disney Animation was in sharp decline.

In another archetypal example of corporate thickheadedness, Disney–and other major studios–decided that the problem wasn’t, say, a lack of “heart” in the films, but the fact that they were hand-drawn. Ignoring the considerable popularity of such contemporary hand-drawn animation as Mr. Hembeck’s beloved SpongeBob (who, it has been said, is a bigger icon to today’s kids than Mickey Mouse himself) and the anime that has taken over much of Cartoon Network, Disney (and DreamWorks Animation, et al) decided that kids only want to see computer animation.

And so Disney deep-sixed its own hand-drawn animation operations in a classic example of shortsighted corporate thinking. Did it never occur to anyone at Disney that maybe they should just put all the traditional animation equipment in storage since someday company executives might want to do hand-drawn animation again?

I suppose not. This reminds me of the opening of Marvel’s big 2006 event series Civil War, in which the New Warriors get blown up. Wasn’t it only a decade ago that New Warriors was one of Marvel’s high profile titles? Does it ever occur to whatever editorial administration is current at DC or Marvel that just because they think a longrunning character is disposable doesn’t mean that someone might not come along who has a great idea for using the character. (Here’s an example: after thirty years of commercial failure, now Jack Kirby’s Eternals are hot because Neil Gaiman wanted to write them.) Doesn’t it occur to anyone that maybe killing off Namorita, a brainchild of Sub-Mariner creator Bill Everett, along with the other New warriors might not be a good idea? That someday someone might do a successful Sub-Mariner series and want to use her, as John Byrne did in the 1990s?

So Disney decided to switch to doing only computer animated films, and the result was last year’s Chicken Little (see “Comics in Context” #110), after which the company’s new leadership realized that the sky really was falling on Disney animation. Under former Disney head Michael Eisner, Disney had failed to renew its agreement to distribute (and own) Pixar’s feature films.

Following Eisner’s overthrow, his successor Robert Iger forged the deal whereby Disney not only bought Pixar but put Lasseter in charge of animation at both studios. Fortune editor Brent Schlender asserted in his article that “For Iger, the deal is a bet-the-house gamble to save Disney animation from creative oblivion.”

It had become clear that Lasseter and Pixar had become the true successor to Walt Disney and his colleagues in animation. Finally corporate Disney’s own failures in animation forced them to realize it, too. So now Lasseter and Pixar are Disney: they have taken over.

In the Fortune piece Dick Cook, chairman of Walt Disney Studios, describes the atmosphere when he introduced Lasseter to the Disney animators after the deal was announced: “It was almost like a homecoming.” Having once been fired from Disney Animation, Lasseter returns in triumph as its new leader. Schlender compares the turn of events to a “storybook” plot, in which “Protagonist follows his heart, perseveres, gets the happy ending. ”

It’s as if this were a version of the tale of the Prodigal Son, in which it was the father, not the son, who was in the wrong.

In his Times profile, Solomon even quotes an animator as saying, “To a lot of animators, John is kind of a King Arthur figure who represents the classic storytelling Disney was known for when Walt was alive,” This man is alluding to the legend that someday King Arthur will return when his country needs him again (as comics aficionados know from Mike W. Barr and Brian Bolland’s Camelot 3000). Can Lasseter live up to this sort of expectation that he is Walt reincarnated? Even Walt Disney had his commercial failures, but did not have to face executives who would take his creative freedom away from him.

Thomas Wolfe famously wrote that you can’t go home again. Whether and how long Lasseter can retain creative freedom within Disney’s corporate environment remains to be seen. But for now, Lasseter has come home.

And where’s the parallel with comics here? Disney Animation, for now, once more has a visionary in charge who many hope will be able to revive the spirit, energy and imagination of classic Disney animation. Marvel and DC each also need such a visionary to guide them, but haven’t found one yet.

DRIVE WEST, YOUNG CAR

In his New Yorker review (June 19, 2006) Anthony Lane sneered that the makers of Cars “set half of it in the landscape of Stagecoach and pitch it squarely at the kind of ten-year-old male who locks himself in the bathroom and devours his dad’s copy of Mustang Monthly.” Thus Lane characterizes not only the audience that likes Cars but also Lasseter and his collaborators on the movie, who make no secret of their fascination with automobiles, as immature boys who masturbate over machines.

At least in the course of insulting all these people, Lane stumbled over an important point. The fictional setting of Cars, Radiator Springs, with its desert vistas and immense rock formations, is an obvious allusion to the real Monument Valley, the setting of director John Ford’s Stagecoach (1939) and others among his classic Westerns. One of the great, recurring themes of the Western film, from Ford’s The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962) to Sam Peckinpah’s The Wild Bunch (1969) to George Roy Hill’s and William Goldman’s Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969) (which also starred Paul Newman) is the inevitable passage of time, in which people who once had an important place find themselves left behind, outmoded, as the world changes around them. The West becomes a metaphor for all of America, and the changes in the West metaphors for the changes in American society over the generations. Each of these films asks what has been lost in the course of this necessary evolution over time.

There are other movies that are not set in the West but which likewise pursue this theme, often founded upon technological change as a plot device, like Harold Lloyd’s Speedy (1928), about the last horse-drawn trolley in New york city, and Buster Keaton’s Steamboat Bill, Jr. (1928) (both films, perhaps significantly, made at the end of the silent movie era, after which their stars’ careers went into decline), and Orson Welles’s film of Booth Tarkington’s novel The Magnificent Ambersons (1942), in which the fall of an aristocratic upper class parallels the rise of the automobile.

But the West seems to provide the primary metaphor in films for a changing

America. Hence, the primary character in Lasseter’s Toy Story is a cowboy hero, Woody, who must contend with changing times as personified by science fiction hero Buzz Lightyear. If the Western genre was the dominant source of mythic adventure in American popular culture for the first half of the 20th century, it has been supplanted by fantasy and science fiction in the last half of the century, and into the present, as the grosses for films ranging from Star Wars to The Lord of the Rings demonstrate.

Another significant archetypal concept is that of the lost paradise. Even the Star Wars movies, imitating fairy tales, are set “a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.” The traditional Western gives the impression of being set in a simpler, more innocent time, when heroes standing up for good could defeat villains; in Westerns about changing times, such clear cut moral triumphs seem less possible as modernity arrives.

In movies from Hollywood’s Golden Age, such as Meet Me in St. Louis (1944), the turn of the century–the 1890s and early 1900s, which the older members of the audience could still remember–becomes a simpler, more innocent period, that is necessarily lost but still the subject of wistful nostalgia. In Walt Disney’s oeuvre, you can see the same nostalgic idealization of this period in Lady and the Tramp (1955) and Mary Poppins (1964), and, of course, in Main Street at Disneyland and Walt Disney World’s Magic Kingdom.

On television The Twilight Zone repeatedly extolled the virtues of turn-of-the-century small town America, but showed that recapturing this lost past was impossible (as in “No Time like the Past”) or even that this preference for the past over the present amounted to a death wish (“A Stop at Willoughby”).

Of course, The original Twilight Zone was produced in the late 1950s and early 1960s, which creator Rod Serling and his writers clearly did not regard as a golden age while they were living through it. However, for the Baby Boom generation, the 1950s seems to have taken over the role of the 1890s and early 1900s. Like the period preceding World War I, the 1950s is perceived as a period of sexual repression compared to today’s more liberated times. But the 1950s has also come to represent this period of lost innocence, perhaps because it is the time of the Boomers’ early childhood, and doubtless because it precedes the crises and tumult that the Boomers have subsequently witnessed, from the Cuban Missile Crisis and President Kennedy’s assassination onwards. Lisa Schwarzbaum was quite perceptive in commenting that Cars crossed Lost Horizon with the television series Happy Days, which was set in an idealized 1950s. Even the seemingly dark portrayal of the 1950s, in George Clooney’s film Good Night, and Good Luck (2005) actually depicts a seemingly simpler time in which heroes (Edward R. Murrow) could defeat villains (Joseph McCarthy).

Animation historian Michael Barrier wrote, “There is sentimentality aplenty in Cars. Lasseter was born in 1957, too late to remember the days the film rhapsodizes aboutÑthe days when people went for a drive, in long-gone makes like the Hudson Hornet, instead of just driving to get someplace. We are always most nostalgic about what we are too young to have experienced firsthand. (The film’s Žminence grise, “Doc Hudson,” won his trophy races in 1951-53, a few years before Lasseter was born.)” This doesn’t really matter. The idealized 1950s of Cars and Toy Story is no more or less real than the idealized turn of the century of Meet Me in St. Louis or the idealized Old West of classic Westerns. It is a fantasy about virtues and values that are deemed to be insufficiently present in the present day.

Walt Disney himself set this fantasy world at the turn of the century. He even seemed to recognize it as a fantasy. Disneyphiles know that the buildings on Main Street have smaller dimensions than their real life equivalents would be, in order to give theme park visitors the subliminal impression of a child’s perception of this world of the past. Main Street is the gateway to Disneyland’s other, more explicit realms celebrating American and European myths: children’s fairy tales (Fantasyland), the Old West (Frontierland), the unexplored areas of the globe (Adventureland), and a science-fictional future (Tomorrowland). The implication is that Main Street’s America is a fantasy, too.

The main street in Lasseter’s 1950s town of Radiator Springs is his equivalent of Walt Disney’s Main Street. Since they were born generations apart, Disney and Lasseter set their idealized towns in different time periods. Neither Disney’s 1890s nor Lasseter’s 1950s are real, but they represent values that were real to their creators.

Roger Ebert rightly observed in his review that Cars “has a little something profound lurking around the edges. In this case, it’s a sense of loss.” (June 9, 2006). Like so many films dealing with the West, Cars projects that sense of loss onto the changing world around its characters. But the real sense of loss is within the characters and the audience themselves: their sense that they are missing something in their lives.

THE TURNING POINT

Cars seems to have hit a nerve with various of its reviewers. Anthony Lane refers to Cars‘ thesis that there’s more to life than winning races, and observes that “if you quoted it to an actual Nascar driver he would laugh heartily and leave tire marks on the back of your head.” David Edelstein of New York Magazine refers to that same maxim and asks, “Are you yawning yet?” Auteurist film critics look to find the director’s personality expressed through his film. Some reviewers just don’t want to see Lasseter’s personality in a movie, it seems. Referring to Lasseter’s reputation of being a nice man, Edelstein even contends that “niceness can be a drag on an

animator’s antic spirit.” Manohla Dargis in The New York Times wrote that “both in its ingratiating vibe and bland execution, Cars is nothing if not totally, disappointingly new-age Disney” (June 9, 2006, http://movies2.nytimes.com/2006/06/09/movies/09cars.html). She has seemingly decided that, even though Cars was finished months before Disney bought Pixar, the movie demonstrates that Pixar is in danger of selling its creative soul: “here’s hoping that as this onetime scrapper becomes increasingly entrenched and establishment, it keeps its geeks-and-freaks flag flying.”

Other writers have observed that in its opening weekend Cars did not equal the amount of money that Pixar’s Finding Nemo and The Incredibles earned in their initial weekends, and that hence Wall Street and Hollywood will consider Cars a disappointment. (But hasn’t it done extremely well considering how many other animated films, trying to compete with Pixar’s past success, have already been released this year?) Disney and Pixar have to contend with the reality of such financial expectations. In the long run, I wonder if this will matter, since I expect Cars will join the list of Pixar’s evergreen classics, continuing to make money through DVDs and merchandising when most of this year’s competing animated films will fade from memory.

I keep thinking of the irony that Cars is being judged as to whether it won the “race” of topping previous Pixar releases’ opening weekends, when that sort of thinking is just what the movie opposes. The movie contends that the “journey” in life is more important than coming in first. By extension, Cars‘ quality as a film is what ultimately matters most, and will ensure its success in the long run.

Cars has an astonishingly unusual climax for a Hollywood film. The protagonist, Lightning McQueen, could win the big race. But then his amoral rival Chick Hicks knocks another car, the King, a respected veteran, off the track, severely damaging him. McQueen stops just short of the finish line, consciously refusing to win the race. He then goes back and helps the King, pushing him over the finish line, so that the King can end his last race with dignity. The onlookers in the grandstands are moved by McQueen’s act of self-sacrifice and deference to his elder. Hicks easily wins the race, but soon discovers that his victory is meaningless; the audience within the film has turned against him.

(I can think of a parallel in another racing movie: in Blake Edwards’ underrated 1965 epic comedy The Great Race, the hero, played by Tony Curtis, likewise stops just short of the finish line to prove his love to the heroine, played by Natalie Wood. The villain, Professor Fate, played by Jack Lemmon, thus easily wins, but when he realizes that the Curtis character let him win, explodes in anger at the emptiness of his triumph.)

The audience within the movie recognizes that McQueen is the real hero of the race, and a major racing sponsor offers McQueen a highly profitable deal. Seeing this I thought: ah, here is McQueen getting his reward. But Lasseter and company surprised me: McQueen turns the deal down, instead choosing loyalty to the declasse sponsors who had supported him from the beginning.

It’s thus little surprise that in America’s highly competitive society, some reviewers reject Cars‘ stance towards conventional ideas of success.

In interviews Lasseter has repeatedly stated that Cars was largely inspired by an event in his own life, when his wife persuaded him to take a break from his intensive responsibilities at Pixar. So Lasseter and his family went on a two-month-long road trip. “When I came back from the trip, I was closer to my family than ever and I reattached to what was important in life.”

“Suddenly, I knew what the film needed to be about,” he said. “I discovered that the journey in life is the reward. Our lead car, Lightning McQueen, is focused on being the fastest. He doesn’t care about anything except winning the championship. He was the perfect character to be forced to slow down, the way I had on my motor home trip.” (http://jimhillmedia.com/blogs/leo_n_holzer/archive/2006/06/23/3334.aspx)

Cars is ultimately about this kind of turning point that I have observed in numerous people’s lives: when they realize that pursuing conventional forms of success like wealth and fame and position aren’t enough for them, when they decide to move away from the big city, or to settle down, marry, and raise a family, or to follow their dreams before it is too late, or to reconnect with friends and relatives they had lost touch with. This is a surprisingly adult theme for a family animated film, but perhaps today’s children, whose schedules are famously booked solid in and out of school, can empathize.You don’t have to be hitting middle age to reach this point. I have a friend who isn’t even thirty yet, but got fed up with the rat race, moved to the country, and found a house for herself. Perhaps the reviewers who feel Cars doesn’t have enough emotional resonance haven’t reached this point in their lives. Perhaps someday they’ll discover that Cars is a wiser film than they had realized.Copyright 2006 Peter Sanderson

Melonpool Quickcast #5: Sam Takes Long Beach

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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.

Sam T. Dogg explores everything the Long Beach California has to offer… at least as far as he’s concerned…

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Trailer Park: And You Are?

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By Christopher Stipp

Archives? Right Here…

I’ll admit it.

I’m an easy going sort of person. I like to go with the flow and work fairly hard to do things I’m interested in. I like to think I have passion and drive but I’m just not feeling it this week with most of the people who I have come in contact with (or have been ignored by).

As Comic-Con rolls closer I have been all about trying to secure things for the site and for you, those 4 people who tune in on a weekly basis to read what I write. I’d like to think I could get people to spend a few moments with me 1:1 and pimp their wares but judging by the rejection letters that have been flowing into my email box you would have thought I was a 6th year high school senior trying to wedge my way into M.I.T., Stanford and/or Howard (straight representin’, yo…).

And that’s fine.

I’ve also come into possession of a pretty nifty item: a full season, behind-the-scenes, not supposed to have it, breakdown of Stan Lee’s new show Who Wants To Be A Superhero? I can’t say where I purloined the information as I didn’t purloin it at all; it was freely given to be, I will have you know, by someone last year as something that would make good reading becuase the network they intended on making the show did not. Lo and behold…the show not only is being made but it is starting in the next couple of weeks. 

Now, the amusing part of this story is that I didn’t really think it fit here. I thought that some other person could use it for themselves. Someone who talks about pop television or superhero type things. I actually tried giving this stuff away to someone else but, becuase they didn’t return the email(s), I assumed they either thought no one would be interested in it, they were too caught up in their own mystique as Internets writers to acknowledge the email or the guys were too busy having arguments about who is really going to win Marvel’s Civil War saga. So, just click on the link here and read to your heart’s content. I hope someone out there gives a rats ass. I did. The show looks to be TiVo worthy.

Regardless of all of the negativity I’ve been feeling this week leading up to what should be a real good weekend for a lot of people, I even offered to drive some mo-fos to Kevin’s CLERKS II showing/Q&A session that will be happening a few times on Saturday at a local San Diego theater as I want to try and right this mental flaming plane of mine that’s in distress, I give you a little something to read while the rest of us nerds, geeks, wastoids, dweebies, bloods, what have you, get our collective sweat-on inside the convention hall this weekend. If you’re going to be around at a panel somewhere I’d like to know and even though I know I won’t get a single email (that damn negativity again) holla at me at Christopher_Stipp@yahoo.com 

I would’ve posted a panel by panel breakdown of where I’m going to be this weekend but apart from the Sony Pictures panel, the Warner Brothers panel, Kevin’s Q&A, Adult Swim panel and The Animation Show panel I think it’s going to be a free-for-all this year with doing whatever I’m feeling up to. I was caught up in doing so many movie roundtables that I think I forgot there was a convention going on. 

Who knows who I might end up talking with but I think I’ve come to embrace Joel’s RISKY BUSINESS attitude of just saying “what the fuck” and just going with whatever flow comes by. I do believe that’s going to be my attitude this weekend. It sucks that it’s too late for me to be able and put that on a shirt…. 

 

 

 

TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE: THE BEGINNING (2006)

Director: Jonathan Liebesman
Cast:
Jordana Brewster, Andrew Bryniarski, R. Lee Emery
Release: October 4, 2006
Synopsis: The origins of the legendary horror character Leatherface will finally be revealed in the TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE: THE BEGINNING. The film, which is set years before the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie, stars Jordana Brewster and is being directed by Jonathan Liebesman.

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Prognosis: Positive. I was a huge fan, still am, huge fan of TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE PART II.

That movie I must have watched over and over again just because it was creepy, scary and hilarious as all hell. You could not have matched the insane originality of the first movie but the sequel, the one from the 80’s, showed what you could do if you had someone who had an original vision and let loose.

The TEXAS CHAINSAW from a couple years ago? Wonderful. This trailer is good insofar that you get that same kind of dirtiness under your eyes just from watching what’s happening on the screen that there is absolutely no need for a thick voiceover or some dope to try and stir some pot that’s not really cookin’, you know?

We’re given one of the best introductions to a trailer that I’ve seen all year. One woman is singing “Mockingbird” to an obviously distressed woman who we can’t see. Taken for a tour of some backwoods Texas town, and having driven through that state I can say that is one state where I could think of a few places where I would not want to end up getting a flat tire, the song keeps going as the other woman is sniffling. Those in the know, those that have clicked on this trailer, know exactly what’s happening but we’re not given the goods so easily.

The crying from the prey of this film gets to a high point where the camera, after panning back on the woman who begs to know why this old lady is planning on getting wiggidy wiggidy wacko on her ass, jumps away to a slew of quick cuts. These images include Leatherface, only briefly, as a compendium of other violent tools and quirks of these psychos’ lives are all shown.

Then the teenagers come in.

These kids, all looking like sweet meat, I mean it pains me to know that these children are going to be eviscerated in this flick but this trailer is rock solid as it cuts through all sorts of chase by quickly bringing us to the flashpoint of how we get from them, looking pretty in their open Jeep, to upside down and vulnerable.

Not only is expediency the name of this game we move from their Jeep being flipped, to being shown that one is mistakenly left behind in an attempt to have an element of heroics being added to this horror pie, to the other three kids being tarried away with by the other members of the crazy family who we will no doubt take delight in as new and creative ways to kill people will be made known.

It’s nice, in a way to see that Tobe Hooper is involved in making this movie. So many other films which pass as spooky horror, the FINAL DESTINATION’s of the world included, are just flat and pale compared to what’s possible when you can literally cut loose.

This trailer is absolutely gorgeous to watch if for no other reason than this promo has a vision of what it wants to be, eschews the popular methods to promote what’s here, and uses only the film’s vibe to convey all of what’s needed in order to feel that this movie will not be a casual, visual experience.

FLUSHED AWAY (2006)

Director: Sam Fell, David Bowers
Cast: Kate Winslet, Hugh Jackman, Ian McKellen, Andy Serkis, Bill Nighy, Simon Callow, Shane Richie, Geoffrey Palmer, Jean Reno, Douglas Weston
Release: November 3, 2006
Synopsis: Roddy is a decidedly upper-crust “society rat” who makes his home in a posh Kensington flat, complete with two hamster butlers named Gilbert and Sullivan. When a common sewer rat named Syd comes spewing out of the sink and decides he’s hit the jackpot, Roddy schemes to rid himself of the pest by luring him into the “whirlpool.” Syd may be an ignorant slob, but he’s no fool, so it is Roddy who winds up being flushed away into the bustling sewer world of Ratropolis. There Roddy meets Rita, an enterprising scavenger who works the sewers in her faithful boat, the Jammy Dodger. Roddy immediately wants out, or rather, up; Rita wants to be paid for her trouble; and, speaking of trouble, the villainous Toad – who royally despises all rodents – wants them iced”¦literally. The Toad dispatches his two hapless hench-rats, Spike and Whitey, to get the job done. When they fail, the Toad has no choice but to send to France for his cousin – that dreaded mercenary, Le Frog.

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Prognosis: Negative. I’m just not feeling this.

I don’t know why I have such an aversion to this trailer but I don’t have a great affinity for rodents, not really endearing themselves to great connotations in the mind, and the trailer doesn’t grab your attention. It sort of meanders, plods and expects to just ease its way into establishing the premise but that’s not really good when it’s kids you want to hook. Sure, you’re going to get these little rugrats to come out en masse but if you can generate enough buzz what studio wouldn’t want more to come out and be repeat viewers?

When we begin I’m at a loss to really feel excited. Sure, Dreamworks put out that crap flick MADAGASCAR, did great guns with WALLACE AND GROMIT, put out tripe in SHARKTALE, has done well for itself with OVER THE HEDGE but for all the great animated films they’ve put out they’ve been accompanied by solid trailers; they excite when they should, they get in get out and get on with it and they leave you thinking that even though you’re an adult you would like to see that.

I don’t get that here.

I am confounded as to why we start so damn slow. Yes, we have to establish that this rodent gets the rule of the roost but when I am rapping my fingers a third a way into this preview because I am wondering why I’m watching a rat play polo, have a bath and dress himself in a tuxedo that’s not a good thing.

What is a good thing, though, that I can say is when Syd, the dirty mischief maker of the rat-a-tat-tat duo, appears I am pleased because this where we get the first notion that this is a movie for kids: we get some spirited belching. A lot of belching. A lot. Not only do we get sound effects but we get a green puff of belch with every booming punch into the sound field.

The toilet humor keeps going, the very things that kids and adults can agree upon, with our uppity rat trying to flush Syd down the pipes under the rouse of the Porcelain God being a fandangled Jacuzzi of sorts and ends up in a place called, appropriately enough, Ratropolis.

One of the things that confound me is that this is supposed to be a trailer, not a teaser. The crux of what seems to be my biggest complaint of all is that our well-to-do rat ends up coming down into this place that looks like a mash-up of Times Square and Piccadilly Circus but we don’t get any context of this new land. This rat even lands in the “vehicle” of who, ostensibly, is a girl rat who will probably be some kind of love interest but no one says anything for the rest of the trailer.

There has got to be more here but I cannot explain why we’re not shown more than we are. Yes, this film is not coming out until the end of this year but I’ve been teased better than I’ve been trailer-ed in this advertisement.

HUMAN RESIDUE (2007)

Director: Chris Bouchard
Cast: Rachael Blyth, Ben Anderson, Adrian Webster, Kate Cox
Release: May, 2007
Synopsis: Seven volunteers all signed up for the same temporal isolation program. They live with being sealed inside an underground bunker for a period of three and a half weeks. While they were under something went terribly wrong. When the experiment ended, nobody came to let them out. When they break out of their temporary home they find the surrounding facility deserted. The huge sprawling concrete facility is devoid of human life. What could have caused such a catastrophe? Is there something else out there? Even if they escape with their lives, what awaits them beyond the grounds of the facility?

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Prognosis: Positive. Concept trailer.

What do you do when you’re really independent and need people to help finance your vision but you don’t feel like half-assing it by shooting what you can afford?

You shoot a concept trailer.

I really can only admit to seeing two concept trailers with this being the second. It’s an interesting thing when you think of it but I think the idea of making one makes absolute sense, absolutely. You want people to help pony up bread to let you make a movie but words and exciting hand motions, understandably, can only do so much. Storyboarding, as well, doesn’t really get the idea across as you could have Gary Larson at the helm or a graduate from the Rob Liefeld School for Drawing Good asleep at the switch. A concept trailer like this, though, conveys the vibe, style and tenor of what this movie could be. To be perfectly honest, if this film is as good as the tension that’s conveyed in the two and a half minutes that’s compiled here then let me pop my checkbook out and bounce a few bucks.

“Awake and strengthen what remains and is on the point of death”

The trailer starts spinning as soon as it starts. With good reason it should as well for if you’re looking for someone’s dough you better not waste any time making the case as to why I should part with mine. You’ve got tense strings playing, dank and dark locations evoking something quite strange. What looks like blood stained floorboards come in and out of view. A small, darkened crawlway underneath a set of concrete steps makes me think of Stephen King’s IT. Some clanging chains of a long since forgotten place evokes the kind of solitude only reserved for very bad things.

We see feet in a forest. They walk quickly and we then are treated to a nice looking lady, also a plus for those looking to get financing, who is obviously not enchanted with the idea of crawling around a concrete building all alone.

We meet up with three other people, of equal good looking-ness, who watch a very black building burn from all sorts of places. Plumes of smoke billow and we’re left to wonder what is happening.

“There’s nobody else”¦”
We’re not given any much more in the way of details but the slow meting of information does this trailer more good than bad as it’s all about the tease. The tease of why these people are, ostensibly, the last people existing after something sinister has happened to them is great.

We see these people running away from something we can’t see, something we’re not allowed to know (they need more money, most likely, to show you that part”¦).

The music gets all sorts of jittery, the camera banks sharply, the cuts get quicker, we gleam the baddies that are looking to put the big hurt on these people, we get more running and I find my interest is completely locked in to what’s going on.

“When the experiment ended”¦Nobody came to let them out”¦”

One of the primary things, that I can see, about what makes a concept trailer and a trailer for a film that has already been shot so similar is that both of them are used as leverages to garner interest and to set themselves apart from other competing works. This film may not have been shot yet but you’d never know based on what’s here.

This movie can’t come quick enough.

BORAT (2006)

Director: Larry Charles
Cast: Sacha Baron Cohen
Release: November 3, 3006
Synopsis: Sacha Baron Cohen – star of HBO’s hit comedy “Da Ali G Show,” takes his outrageous Kazakstani reporter character Borat to the big screen. In this hilariously offensive movie, Borat travels from his primitive home in Kazakhstan to the U.S. to make a documentary. On his cross-country road-trip, Borat meets real people in real situations.

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Prognosis: Deliciously Positive. When I saw the trailer for TALLADEGA NIGHTS it incensed me that, the first time out, there wasn’t any screen time given to Will Ferrell’s French nemesis played by Sacha Baron Cohen. It wasn’t so much that Sacha wasn’t represented well, it was that he wasn’t given any time to do anything. I know it is a “Will Ferrell” vehicle but give the guy some traction to help out the flick, you know? It’s really good that the time has come, though, to give Sacha his own “vehicle” and I can say with a high degree of accuracy that I am more interested in seeing what happens to Borat than I am to Ricky Bobby.

So, right off the bat, when you see a trailer like this you’re struck by two and a half things:

1. You’re not shown an inch of footage beyond the extended scene here.

2. It’s ballsy not to show more because this is what people are going to base their initial opinions on when the movie actually arrives.

2 ½. It perfectly encapsulates what makes Borat such a funny ass character so it really negates points 1 and 2.

I will readily admit that I am a Da Ali G Show fan. Some people have said they “don’t get it” and I will own up that I was the same way until I randomly caught a segment with one of his other characters, Bruno, voice of Austrian youth TV and sly usurper of the insipid, false idols of fashion. The show, at times, is about more than just the fun he has at other’s ignorance and when, in the second season, Borat, Kazakhstan’s sixth most famous man, went and played a song for real rednecks entitled “In My Country There Is Problem” where the chorus regales the audience to “Throw the Jew down the well.” The delight that the real people took in this character’s dead-on measurement of what would appeal to this segment of Americana is at once amazing and frightening. That’s what I hope comes out of this movie and we get a good amount of Sacha Baron Cohen’s brand of comedy through his Borat character here.

I appreciate how the trailer begins in much the same way as the segment does when it plays on HBO: we’re given a scratchy video which, ostensibly, marks the imprint of Kazakhstan’s state run video service along with the wretchedly composed theme music.

We are greeted by a walking Borat, beset on both sides by children of his dank, poor, distant, impoverished village from where he greets us with that shit-eating smile that instantly disarms you. One doesn’t know to either question why he looks so happy or just delight in the fact that he seems to be blissfully ignorant of his surroundings.

He tells us, while standing in front of either a trash heap or his home, I believe it’s both, of his favorite hobbies: ping pong and disco dancing. The former is shown to us in stark Technicolor with Borat standing for an awkwardly long time at one end of the table as he dons bright shorts that are really way too short to cover the goods and the latter is shown to us as a pack of dudes in the middle of the street, during the day, doing something that I don’t think Deney Terrio or Adrian Zmed would’ve let on Dance Fever.

He also mentions sunbathing and, for the lack of my ability to describe what Sacha looks like in a day-glo green plum smuggler that was really meant for a woman, you’ll just have to trust in me that it should elicit some kind of sharp reaction to anyone who sees what it looks like.

We’re let into his house and, again, trash heap or living quarters you can make the call. The delight he has in letting us see his state of the art VCR and stereo system that “plays cassettes” while passing the sneezing farm animal in his living room is amusing, to say nothing of the long kiss he indulges in with Natalia. She is number 4 prostitute in all of Kazakhstan and just happens to be his sister.

And, lastly, when he lets his village know he is off to America, just taking sheer delight in proclaiming it, he gets in a car to ostensibly go to the airport. I should’ve known that the car that looks like it was being driven by a kid, it is, actually was being pulled along by a horse. Sometimes you just never quite know what will make you laugh when you’ve never seen something like it before and I can state for the record that I thought that was a great visual gag.
It’s hard to know what jives and what doesn’t when it comes to comedy, so much of it is a subjective judgement even though I know I’m right when I say that Strangers With Candy is just pure crap, but when a trailer like this comes along and without showing any real footage is able to make me laugh my шарыs (that’s “balls” in Russian for the Eastern European impaired) off is deserving of my money when I am able to freely give it up.

 

 

Game On! 7-20-2006

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So, this week I didn’t really get much to review as far as games go. What little i did receive, i received kind of late into the week, and thus never got a chance to accurately review. So, next week, you have a few reviews of games (and actually, some DVDs too) to look forward to, but as for this week…

Well, i figured i’d take a moment to talk about the impending Console Wars. As i’m sure most of you out there who read my column know, there are not one but TWO systems coming out this holiday season. The Playstation 3 is due out on November 17th, and the Nintendo Revo…erm, i mean the Nintendo Wii is due out before Thanksgiving. Both systems are offering something new as far as the “next generation” of gaming is concerned, but each has vastly different ideas of what exactly that might be.

The Playstation 3 is taking steps, as of this May’s E3, to distance itself from being “just” a video game system. Now that consumers have been hit with the extraordinary sticker shock of the system’s price, Sony Playstation creator Ken Kutaragi claims that the system is in actuality a “computer” rather than a gaming system. Sure, this sounds good on paper, but let’s be honest here, you’re just trying to save your ass from further explanation as to why your new system is $600. Sure, if they didn’t include the Blu-ray technology it would probably cost around $300 less, but that’s neither here nor there. Most folks out there don’t want to spend six hundred clams on a game system…no matter HOW hardcore they are. Plus, it seems that the delays in the system’s release haven’t been for any one real reason other than they seem to be trying to see what the competition is doing. For example, Ninendo’s controller has movement sensitivity, so what does Sony do? They add gyros to the controller, offering “six directions of movement…all without external sensors”…an obvious dig at Nintendo’s neccessary reflective strips to pick up signals from it’s “Wii-mote”. They also returned to the old controller style, after most who saw the old “batarang” style controller threw up in thier cornflakes. Finally, they seemed to be lying in wait to see how Xbox 360 would fair…would thier launch be a good one, what kind of graphics would be available…and would thier HD-DVD drive be used for games or JUST HD-DVDs, considering HD-DVD is the nearest competition to Sony’s Blu-Ray format.

And now that we mention it…since Blu-ray is such a new technology, the price of games is going to increase as well. Most who bothered to lay down the coin for the Xbox 360 recognize the ten dollar increase from $50 to $60 for their new next gen games, but rumor has it that for the PS3, game prices could range from $50 to $100 for individual titles. Why? Because it’s so costly to make a Blu-ray disc, apparently. Sure, it has amazing storage power, and most games that are often multiple discs could be contained on one Blu-ray disc, but the price increase it just another thing to draw folks back from investing in the system.

The final straw to break the camel’s back here? For me most of all, it’s about games. So far from what I’ve seen, there is very little coming to PS3 that impresses me. Sure, METAL GEAR SOLID 4 has me sporting some major nerd wood, but beyond that, there’s very little to get my motor purring. The graphics output from the system, while impressive, doesn’t seem to me to be much difference between what we can now see on Xbox 360. And now that developers and publishers are trying to shy away from console exclusive titles, both PS3 and 360 will have the same games on either console. In fact, as it stands, of the 25 or so launch titles for the PS3, only five are actually exclusive, and they’re first party Sony produced and published titles (and aren’t really all that impressive…I mean, who’s really clamoring for GENJI 2?). We won’t see a decent game for the system until roughly February or March when Sony’s HEAVENY SWORD or Ubisoft’s ASSASSIN’S CREED drop (though, once again from the rumor mill, AC may not be PS3 exclusive for much longer anyway). It’s these reasons that has me doubting that i’ll be picking up the system this November, and possibly just waiting on it entirely until both A) I have the scratch to drop on the system and B) that there’s something worth playing on it…that i can’t get anywhere else. MGS4, I’m looking your way.

So, that leaves us with the Nintendo Revolution. Now, I know i’m not the first to say this, but I have to put it out there in my column. I hate the name WII. In fact, I refuse to even CALL it the Wii. It looks like they misspelled Wifi. It sounds…well…Wii-tarded. I can just see the ad campaign coming now… “What are you off to do today Jake?” “I’m going home to play with my Wii!”. Parents will be sure to pick it up after they hear that.

And get this…in the press release that Nintendo issued to reveal the name, they said they chose it (and that bizarre spelling) because it’s pronounced “We” no matter what language you speak. Sure, unless you’re American. No, i’m not saying it’s pronounced something differently in America it’s just…well, let’s admit it. Many Americans…we’re not the sharpest peanut in the turd. I’ve worked retail. I’ve met them. I know there’s going to be every third parent coming up to request a new Nintendo “Why”. It’s going to happen, and I’m going to be unable to stop myself from pointing and laughing.

Still, from the two systems due this year, the REVOLUTION (remember, I refuse to reffer to it by it’s other name) has me the most excited. It’s not just the prospect of the new ZELDA game…it’s how we’ll PLAY that ZELDA game. The controller scheme from the Revolution version of the game (released on the same day as the Gamecube version..as well as the Revolution system itself) includes the ability to shoot arrows with the controllers, fish by actually casting a line, and thrusting your sword around. For once, beyond DDR, games may actually be a workout! Not to mention that the graphics are a great improvement over the standard Gamecube.

But as I’ve said before, it’s not even about graphics for Nintendo. There’s no interest with them to compete with the big boys this time around. For the Big N, “next gen” means playing video games in a new way. Graphics can get shinier, but that’s no innovation. The first innovation was from different colored dots on the Atari’s and Commodors to more sprites and 8-bit and 16-bit graphics. Then the move from 2D to 3D. Now…we just have HD 3D? Nintendo says nay. Next innovation should be to truly make games interactive…and the Revolution is just that.

Sure, they have the games to back it up, too. Each title that’s been announced for the system has me excited. SUPER MARIO GALAXY, SUPER SMASH BROS. BRAWL, RED STEEL, TONY HAWK’S DOWNHILL JAM, PROJECT H.A.M.M.E.R., EXCITE TRUCK…I’m thrilled to peices to see and play these. Plus, the Virtual Console, where you’ll be able to download NES, SNES, N64, Sega Genesis and Turbo Grafix 16 games, as well as being backwards compatible to the Gamecube discs? Sign me up this November for one of these. The rumored $250 price tag certainly helps too.

Sure, these are just my opinions, but i’m sure i make sense to some of you out there. Why don’t you drop me a line and let me know what YOU think, dear gamers, of the upcoming systems? Hit me up at RandomHajileSN@aol.com and share your opinions.

Then next week, i’ll try to post them…along with the normal review crap. ‘Til then, friends…

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