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August 24, 2007

Weekend Shopping Guide 8/24/07: Written By Manatees

Filed under: Shopping Guides — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:02 am

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

The release of a new volume in Fantagraphics’s beautiful presentations of the The Complete Peanuts is greeted with both joy and impatience, as I can’t wait to tear into each new entry and view strips that – 9 times out of 10 – I’ve never seen before. Not to mention the ability to watch Charles Schulz’s strip grow and evolve, as characters are introduced, and mainstays are mere babes of innovation. The latest volume, covering the period from 1965-1966 (Fantagraphics, $28.95 SRP) introduces a pair of landmarks – Snoopy’s epic doghouse battles with the Red Baron, and a lass named Peppermint Patty. Brilliant reading, and a must have.

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With the release of the complete 10th season of South Park (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$49.99 SRP), the DVD sets have finally caught up with the first run airings, as we’re currently halfway through the show’s 11th season. The 10th season featured the kids’ memorable addiction to World of Warcraft, the brutal death of Chef, the skewering of Family Guy, the mystery of the urinal deuce, hell on Earth, and more. The 3-disc set features all 14 episodes, plus the usual mini-commentaries from Matt & Trey.

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It may be hard to justify the purchase of yet another release of Jim Henson’s 80’s classics The Dark Crystal and Labyrinth (Sony, Rated PG, DVD-$24.96 SRP each), but they have managed to sweeten the pot to a degree that another purchase certainly is in order. First and foremost, both films are treated to brand new high definition transfers (if only Disney would get off their asses and give us that with Henson’s Muppet movie library). In addition, Brian Froud has been brought in to do new commentaries for both flicks, and there are brand new documentaries to supplement the vintage documentaries that have been ported over from the previous releases. All in all, a worthy upgrade.

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It’s taken its sweet time coming to DVD, but comedy fans can rejoice now that Rowan Atkinson’s still-hilarious Rowan Atkinson Live! (A&E, Not Rated, DVD-$19.95 SRP) has finally arrived on the little shiny disc. Not only do we get the special itself, but 3 additional bonus sketches to boot.

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No matter how dowdy, bespeckled, bespectacled, and braced they make America Ferrera in Ugly Betty (Buena Vista, Not Rated, DVD-$59.99 SRP), I still think she’s the most beautiful thing on screen. Maybe it’s because her Betty has a genuine personality, and it shines through in this – for all intents and purposes – TV version of The Devil Wears Prada. Check out the complete first season and see if you don’t agree with my assessment. The 6-disc set features all 23 episodes, plus audio commentaries, behind-the-scenes featurettes, deleted scenes, and more.

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Hugh Laurie’s Dr. Gregory House returns in the 3rd season of House (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$59.98 SRP), which arrives with a whole bevy of rare and exotic diseases and maladies to make even the dysfunctional doc delighted at all the challenges he’s able to tackle. The 5-disc set features all 24 episodes, plus commentaries, featurettes on props and the soundtrack, a breakdown of the episode “The Jerk”, a look at the production office, a gag reel, and more.

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HBO’s epic journey back to the politics and intrigue of ancient Rome (HBO, Not Rated, DVD-$99.98 SRP) reaches a too-quick conclusion with its 2nd (and final) season. It’s a shame that such an epic canvas as this was scuttled – along with Deadwood – in favor of overly-pretentious, unintelligible fare like John From Cincinnati. Still, take your final toga turn with this 5-disc set, featuring all 10 episodes, plus audio commentary on five episodes, historical and behind-the-scenes featurettes, and more.

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Criminally overlooked when it hit theaters a few months back, Unaccompanied Minors (Warner Bros., Rated PG, DVD-$28.98 SRP) deserves a second chance. Directed by Paul Feig, the creator of Freaks and Geeks, it’s a fun little tale about a group of minors left unattended when a snowstorm closes the airport they’re in, mid-transit. Just trust e – check it out for yourself. Bonus features include an audio commentary, additional scenes, featurettes, and more.

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I’m really not too big fan of procedurals, but I know there are plenty of fans of the cases undertaken by the lawyers of the military’s Judge Advocate General courts, dramatized in – you guessed it – JAG (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$64.99 SRP). The 6-disc fourth season set features all 24 episodes, plus a gag reel.

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After being booted by the band, Monkees producer Don Kirshner was brought in to pick songs for another fully fictional band – only this time, there was no chance that the artists would rebel. That’s because Kirshner was recording Archie and Jughead for their Saturday morning animated soon-to-be-hit, The Archies (Classic Media/Genius, Not Rated, DVD-$26.95 SRP). Their first radio hit was “Sugar Sugar”, and you can view the original context in this complete collection of The Archie Show, with interviews, galleries, an interactive jukebox, and more.

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Dexter (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP) is easily one of the most unique shows on TV, as it follows the life and work of Dexter Morgan who – after being orphaned as a young boy – is adopted by a police officer who recognizes homicidal tendencies in young Dexter, and decides to teach him how to channel those tendencies into tracking down and killing the perpetrators of heinous crimes who have slipped through the cracks. As an adult, Dexter is a member of the police force, using his access to lead a double life – all the while creating a façade as a caring human being in his day job, expressing emotions he doesn’t feel. Truly a fascinating concept, and worth a spin. The 4-disc set features all 12 first season episodes, plus behind-the-scenes featurettes, audio commentaries, and more.

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

-Ken Plume

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Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 8/24/2007

Filed under: Columns,Thingamabobs — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:01 am

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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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August 23, 2007

Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 8/23/2007

Filed under: Columns,Thingamabobs — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:01 am

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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • Tom Lehrer sings a song of pollution… (Thingamabob)

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August 22, 2007

Scrubs Blog: My Magic Forest

Filed under: Production Blogs,Quickcasts,Scrubs Blog,Video — UncaScroogeMcD @ 3:21 am

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VIDEO BLOG #85: “My Magic Forest” ““
Season 7 keeps rolling along, but since most of that would be far too spoilery at this juncture, how about a magical interlude from Season 6, as we journey to the enchanted forest of episode 6×19, “My Cold Shower”.

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Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 8/22/2007

Filed under: Columns,Thingamabobs — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:36 am

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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • “I said ‘No’ meaning ‘Yes’!”… (Thingamabob)
  • “Hey Larry! Where’s the forklift?”… (Thingamabob)

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August 21, 2007

Game On! 8-21-2007: BIOSHOCK indeeed…

Filed under: Game On! — admin @ 4:03 pm

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If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the last few weeks, it’s this: Never Promise Anything. Yes, I know, I was supposed to have a podcast (or two) by now. I was all set to do GAME ON! GOES TO THE MOVIES, when both I and my cameraman/editor Bob realized that, since those games had been out MONTHS ago, and were all mediocre (I won’t bore you with what they were specifically, but yes, they were) it wasn’t worth it to do the podcast unless I had stuff I really wanted to talk about. Hence, why there still hasn’t been one.

HOWEVER (I say this in all caps) the fall game season is definitely shaping up to be a time where we may see me finally have passion about games again. Still, as you can see, you’re reading so”¦yeah, no moving pictures just yet.

What we do have is a look at one of the best (and most anticipated) shooters of the season, out today on Xbox 360 and PC. Sure, it’s only one review for this column”¦but what a game it is”¦

SHOCKING

bioshockbox.jpgAs many of you know, I’m not a huge FPS fan. Yes, I’ll play the occasional shooter, but as a standard, they’re not my favorite genre. Well, if they’d all play like BIOSHOCK, I might just change my tune. Without a doubt, BIOSHOCK is this year’s most compelling, engaging, fully-immersive single player experience yet for the next generation. Actually, I’m sure you’ve read that by now”¦but here’s why”¦

As the only survivor of a plane crash into the Atlantic, you manage to swim your way to a mysterious lighthouse, which transports you below the surface to Andrew Ryan’s utopia (or is that dystopia) of Rapture; a secret city beneath the sea. What was intended to bring about a second age of man, sadly, due to far too much genetic enhancements for the citizens, quickly becomes over run, run down, and scarred, a shambles of it’s former glory. Folks who’ve messed with their genetic code too much (known as Splicers) now roam the halls of Rapture, seeking out ADAM, the newly created stem cells found within a sea parasite that allows for genetic enhancement. ADAM is usually harvested from the dead by creatures known as Little Sisters; zombie like children protected by giants in dead sea gear known as Big Daddies. In order to progress, you must harvest the ADAM from the Little Sisters (or rescue them, if you can) and find your way out of Rapture before Andrew Ryan (or the city itself) kills you.

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ADAM is the source of your new powers, such as Plasmids, biological modifications that allow you to augment your body with an array of powers. Fueled by EVE, a serum that fuels your forces, you can send electricity flying from your fingertips, burn folks from a distance with fire, levitate and pull objects towards you (or push them away) with telekinesis and more. As you progress, you gain new Plasmids, as well as the ability to modify them. From the power to enrage your foes into attacking each other instead of you, to sending swarms of hornets from your very veins, to even convincing a Big Daddy that you are no threat, you can do it all with just a little shot to the arm.

But supernatural powers aren’t all your weapons. In fact, there are much more standard ways to fight. Pistols, shotguns, and more can be found below the surface with which to do battle with the denizens of the deep. As you continue on your journey, you can buy more ammo at vending machines (or hack into them to get a reduced price) or even invent your own brand of ammunition at U-Invent kiosks. Tonics enhance your other abilities too, such as how much health a certain item can give you, or how well you can hack into security cameras, safes and more.

It’s not all guns blazing and powers flying, however. BIOSHOCK features one of gaming’s most compellingly deep narratives, that keeps the player going through Rapture, rather than just fighting endless streams of foes. The story motivates you, as you initially intend to save the family of the man who helped you through your first encounter in Rapture; a man named Atlas whom you only get radio transmissions from. As you watch the undersea world in it’s now shambled form, you realize there’s so much more of a big picture, and your quest isn’t so much about saving yourself and Atlas’ family, but everyone in Rapture. Or is it?

BIOSHOCK would be nothing without it’s story pacing. With no cut scenes, all story elements are told in-game, such as with conversations with NPCs, or through found audio diaries lying around. The game’s graphics, however, really transport the player through this world. The art-deco style, trashed through years of genetic splicing, is beautiful and horrifying at the same time. What once was clearly a thriving community, now lies in ruin, and the game showcases that beautifully. From the leaking pipes overhead, water cascades down into your vision with some of the best water effects seen today. The Splicers themselves are a sight too”¦with horrid modifications and deep AI keeping you constantly on your toes. Set them on fire, they seek out water, shoot, and they seek cover. It’s truly the single player experience 360 owners have been waiting for.

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Everything about this game SCREAMS “next-gen”, from its presentation and story to just how the game plays. Switching between Plasmids and weapons with ease, gaining health items (there is no item screen, just a few HUD items when needed), and selecting different ammo types on the fly couldn’t be simpler. This is the thinking man’s FPS, not quite a hybrid of FPS and RPG, but enough story elements to almost have you convinced otherwise.

It will be tough to see how long the joy of playing BIOSHOCK will last once HALO 3 is released. The game’s box lists downloadable content, but 2K Games haven’t said what will be available yet. Still, as far as single player experiences, this one is not to be missed. HALO may have the multiplayer advantage, but nothing is a deep, as moving, as horrifying, as stunning, or simply as cool as BIOSHOCK. A Must Buy.

One Gamer’s Opinion:
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THE GAME ON! RATING SYSTEM

 

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Ratings From Greatest to Least:

Kick Ass, Right On, Okay, Eh, and Stinker (aka CRAPTACULAR)

 

Party Favors: Mayberry Joe

Filed under: Columns,Joe Corey's Party Favors — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:02 am

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MANTEO, NC – The hunt for Andy Griffith is on. Sniff the air. There’s a touch of Mayberry amongst the salt.

We’ve arrived on this small island next to the Outerbanks to see the man who changed the world. We’re not stalking him. It would be so easy to camp out in front of his gated driveway. But that’s just wrong and would make us look like tourists. Instead, we crouch near the Ritz cracker aisle in the Piggly Wiggly. You know Andy loves his Ritz. There’s no way he can avoid us. Softly I whistle the theme to Matlock. He’ll be here soon.

After a week of opening to closing shopping, a store employee tells me that Andy hasn’t been around in a while. He’s in Waitress and is getting back into the acting game. We buy a box of Ritz Crackers and leave it by his mailbox as an offering to the icon. He’ll be hungry when he returns from Hollywood.

BUTCHIE, COME HOME!

How could they cancel John From Cincinnati? It was on the verge of making sense. During our time on the sand, my posse kept quoting John while on the waves. “I’ve got my eye on you!” “I don’t know, Butchie.” “Get back in the game, Mitch Yost.” “Did you dump out this morning?” Who knew this show was so damn catchy? And now after 10 episodes, it’s gone. But for those of us who wondered what would happen if Dylan took on Zack with Charlie Moore as the ref, we almost had it.

I’m still not sure if I liked John, but I’ll miss trying to figure out if I like it.

Well at least there’s a new season of Weeds on Showtime. And let’s not forget Californication. I think the show has a story about David Duchovny as writer. There was just so much boob action on the screen. There were more exposed breasts in that 30 minutes than the last 2 seasons of The L Word. Duchovny has returned to his Red Shoe Diaries roots.

CHECK OUT TIME

The nice part about the beach was a chance to check out Bravo. Amazing how in one weekend, you can see the last 2 months of original programming on the channel. Except when they run marathons of Major League. There new two hyped reality shows seem way too staged for their own good.

Welcome to the Parker is about a swanky and funky hotel in Palm Springs. The place used to be Gene Autry’s house and an original Holiday Inn. The first few episodes are a bit too unrealistic. They producers seem to be creating a cheaper version of Hotel without having to book character actors.

They line up four different plots that pay off at the end of the hour. It’s too cute. There was one episode dealing with a mysterious guy who keeps ordering loads of ice from room service. The guy hides under blankets as the room service guy fills the tub with ice. This goes on periodically through the show. It ends with the guy giving a $100 tip, but he never really appears on camera. It seems like they reenacted a story the room service guy told the producers. It’s easy to figure out that the guest had plastic surgery and was using the ice to recover.

Another thing had the manager of the hotel having a ping pong game with the hotel’s designer over letting dogs stay in the rooms. What are the odds that would have happened without the cameras?

Flipping Out follows a psychotic guy who flips houses. I swear this guy was the basis of the neighbor in Disturbia. He’s OCD and all about his pets. He also has a lot of spiritual weirdness going on. He has mystics purify his homes. The dramatics in his crew seem normal since he only hires drama queens. He has an assistant and then has two assistants who do the stuff the assistant refuses to do like clean turds from the litter box. I’d be more excited if he had to get Tanya Memme to help him sell a house.

Bravo seems to promise so much, but the channel just clunks on way too many days. On a Friday all they have scheduled is The Exorcist, Exorcist II, some promotional thing about Flash Gordon, Basic Instinct, Carlito’s Way and The Untouchables. That’s not a TV channel. That’s leftovers in Tupperware. I don’t need AMC Jr on my digital box. I’m not calling my cable company until Bravo brings it every day.

BRAIN DEAD

Andrew Keen, the author of The Cult of the Amateur: How today’s Internet is killing our culture really needs to write a follow up book called The Lengths of Poles that Fit Nicely Up My Ass. What makes him so great? Because he was able to able to sucker a publisher into buying his rant? Does anyone really want to read 228 pages? That’s a lot of time that could be spent downloading fresh internet porn from the amateur naked model at ellinude.com. She’s hotter than those whore painted, knife and silicone creations at Vivid Video. Can you really masturbate to the latest version of Jenna Jameson? She looks like what Joan Rivers imagines herself as.

Keen is completely off base when he says that you’re better off getting advice about music from record store clerks instead of your online musical pals. Is he serious? After the death of John Swain, the owner of the Record Hole; I have yet to encounter a single record store clerk that has any taste. Most modern record store clerks don’t seem to give a crap about talking to customers. They sit behind the counter, eating pizza and playing music to scare the squares out of the store. These guys have taken customer service lessons from Jack Black. Ask them a question? Why bother? You think the girl behind the counter has a clue about Herman’s Hermits? She’s there because the manager wants to scrogg her. Way to pick experts, Keen-o.

This guy doesn’t seem to know that things sucked before the internet took over. The internet didn’t bring us Hootie and the Blowfish or Yakov Smirnov. I bet if we investigate history, we’ll find a handwritten essay from a monk declaring that Gutenberg’s printing press will ruin society.

Andrew Keen is a professional – a professional killjoy. This man comes from the same country that gave us Simon Cowell. Haven’t we had enough of the English? Isn’t time we renew our 1776 action and dump them into Boston Harbor one more time? Remember that it was a bunch of amateurs who took up arms and defeated the mighty professional British army. We don’t need to listen to these people. If they knew that much, we’d still be eating crumpets and think that toothpaste is overrated. Do you want to live in a society that worships Camilla Parker Bowles as their next semi-Queen? His culture has given us Peter and Jordan. I still haven’t a clue why this duo has a reality show. Benny Hill died for England’s sins. How dare Andrew Keen do a superiority dance around us.

Maybe Keen will want to read my book The Cult of the English: How Today’s Brits are Sucking the Fun Out of Our Culture. This is not to be confused with my upcoming tome The Lethal Price of Nostalgia: How Today’s Living in the Past Has Destroyed Dreams of Tomorrow. Colbert, schedule me now before I actually start writing it.

GLICK NICK….

Why has Fox hitched its Business Channel’s fate on Alexis Glick? For the past year she’s been hailed as their stealth weapon whenever there’s been news about the launch. The former CNBC gal is supposed to destroy her old bosses. She’s the Eric Lindros of Wall Street reporters according to the hype.

When she substituted for Neil Cavuto on FoxNews, Glick sucked the life out of the show. She is not Fox News Material. She not nearly as striking as most of the Foxy News Women. She doesn’t sizzle. If Fox is the Red Bull of newscasters, she’s a really weak lemon-flavored water. She’s easy on the eye, but doesn’t draw you in. She does not command attention when she speaks. There’s no character to her voice. Listen to the other Foxy Newscasters. She doesn’t rank. According to unnamed sources, her voice isn’t easily heard by old people (a major viewing block for Fox). She’s doesn’t measure up against Rebecca Gomez and Jane Skinner.

During her time on Cavuto’s show, she nearly disappeared during the panel discussions. Guests talked with barely an interruption from the host. That’s a Fox no-no. And Glick committed a Cardinal sin when she allowed a guest to promote Bank of America stock as a hot buy. Doesn’t she understand that Cavuto has spent six months pumping up the torch and pitchfox crowd to lynch Bank of America? It’s not like last year when he called off his attacks on AARP after they started advertising on his show. It’d be like her going on John Gibson’s Big Picture and allowing guests to promote eliminating Christmas as a school vacation day without mocking them. Read the memos, Glick. Get with the Fox Program!

What’s really uncomfortable is when she botched a guest’s last name. She channeled Mary Tyler Moore’s breakdown voice when she begged forgiveness. Who wants a fear of that happening during a breaking quarterly report. She might as well do a Lucy “waahhhh” to make us cringe even more.

It’s easy to see that Fox is going to have a Katie Couric situation when the new business channel hits the satellites. She’s not an on-camera all star. Glick is the perfect fill in hostess on The Today Show since she isn’t threatening to a regular host’s job.

And is it creepy that Cavuto seems to promote Glick like his Captain of Industry buddies pimp their trophy wives? Gentlemen, wag your tongues!

NEWSIE TO WATCH

Michelle Kosinski on MSNBC is a reporter to watch in the field. Even though her breaking news interrupted my regular programming, I was impressed instead of cranky. She better be fast tracked on the food chain.

MESSAGE TO JOHN GIBSON

How dare John Gibson mock Jon Stewart’s emotions after 9/11. It’s disgusting to see the host of Fox’s Big Story be such a dick. But he does work for an organization that attempted to trademark “9/11.” If he was eaten by a shark, I’d feel bad that the shark had ingested a cancer causing agent.

We don’t mock Gibson’s defense of Christmas even though there are plenty of whispers on the internet that he belongs to a major Satanic cult.

During the same show, John Gibson claimed that America needs another 9/11 to set things right. Why does John Gibson want another 3,000 Americans to die? So he can have a hot topic on his TV? Gibson needs to volunteer himself and his family to be among the victims of his desired catastrophe. Maybe they should just take his family on a bicycle tour of Iraq.

HOT NEW SURGERY

According to my sources at a major Beverly Hills plastic surgeon’s office, this fall’s hot new procedure is a “Taint Lift.” About 30 patients a week are requesting them. “The ladies want to feel a tightness between the holes,” my unnamed source confided.

SCALP ME

According to Stubhub, the hottest college football ticket this year is DeVry vs. University of Phoenix.

PROJEKT REVOLTION

They call this music?

I made a deal with the devil by agreeing to do sound for a Myspace/Live Nation “live” broadcast of Linkin Park’s Projekt Revolution tour. Why did I think working for Fox and Clear Channel’s bitch project would be a good thing? First off, this deal was screwed. I only got the job because the Myspace weasels didn’t want to pay for a real sound guy. They merely wanted a PA who would hold the boom microphone and maybe twist a knob. They wanted PAs for the shoot, but they didn’t want to pay them. While I am the Creepy PA, I’m also a PA that likes to earn a few bucks for working a gig.

I’ll do a charity show if asked. But Fox’s News Corp and Clear Channel are not poverty cases. Although both of those companies have done their best to impoverish our culture.

My job during the shoot was to follow Myspace Superstar Metal Sanaz as she mingled with concert goers. She has over half a million friends on Myspace. I currently have 50. But my friends include the gals from HBO’s Cathouse, Bob Saget, George Takei and the ghost of Charles Nelson Reilly. Plus there’s that Tom guy. I’ve got quality friends.

Sanaz has hung out with Tom. This means Tom isn’t that good of a friend to me. I’m hurt that Tom doesn’t give a crap about me as a friend. He’s the one who put himself on my page as a friend. Lying bastard.

How did Sanaz have half a million friends? She has a street team. A street team? I don’t have a street team. And I’m thinking this is a good thing since I’d hate for them to decide to work I-95. Nothing would be worse than my team of streeters getting run over by the Bimbo Bakery truck. Who needs a street team for the information super highway? I’d fear seeing my cyber-street team chief appearing on TV. “Talk? What can you possibly talk about with a 14 year old girl at this hour?” Hansen would ask. “This week’s amazing Party Favors column, Chris!”

For those curious, Sanaz was full of energy as she did comic bits around the concert area that were supposed to be inserted into the “live” broadcast. She wore a very nice corset that got a lot of folks asking to hug her. And she didn’t mind hugging – especially the dozens of fans that were her Myspace friends. The corset proved to be a problem since it was over 100 degrees in the parking lot that had been set up with the second stage. Every so often she’d get soaked in the shower tent. We also took plenty of breaks. Luckily one of those breaks was during Placebo’s set.

This was the only band on the bill that I wanted to see. I’m not a big fan, but they were in Velvet Goldmine. The plus side of this gig was my “working” band pass. Those puppies are gold at a venue. Instead of just standing in the back of the venue, I marched into the pit. All the Live Nation ticket nazi flunkees had to step aside when I pointed at the magic pass. It was like giving them the middle finger as I stormed their checkpoints.

But there would be no finger for Placebo. They gave a great 35 minute set. Shame it was in broad daylight. They need a bit of darkness around them. Contrary to your mother’s fears, the pit itself was extra calm. You’ll be bashed around more in a ecstasy people puddle. The kids around me didn’t quite know what to make of the band. Too many of them were there for Linkin Park and My Chemical Romance. One moppet wore a “My Chemical Romance saved my life” t-shirt. Really? I don’t think a band has ever saved my life. There was the time Dana Kletter of the blackgirls made sure a roadie from Hole didn’t kick my ass during an afterparty.

Placebo seemed to be the only band that day that didn’t just suck. The second stage bands were just noise. Being the king of the noise guitar from my feedback antics in the BeatlesS, I feel bad debasing this new music. But not once did I say, “I need to get this record.” I didn’t even think about illegally downloading their songs. They were just horrible. The final band on the stage was Mindless Self Indulgence. They reminded me way too much of Oingo Boingo if Danny Elfman didn’t try to be too smart for the room. The lead singer reminded me of a character from Zippy the Pinhead. The constant barrage of bad noise wore on me as I kept trying to work sound on Sanaz. It felt like a nightmare as I kept adjusting knobs while keeping my boom out of the shot.

At the end of the day, it turned out that standing in the humid heat listening to all that crappy racket was a complete waste of time.

While things sounded OK while recording them in the field, when they downloaded the video onto the computer, the audio tracks were muck. Turns out that when you are near a speaker pile that’s blasting out crap, you can’t really mix it out. It also doesn’t help that instead of ordering a shotgun microphone which allows isolation to the person speaking near the boom, they had merely ordered a cardioid mic. This means that no matter where I placed my boom, I was screwed. The sound stage would leak onto the track. The director was furious that somehow this elevated space monkey didn’t twist enough knobs to get pure monkey chow. It also didn’t help that people kept screaming near the microphone. I had the level set for Sanaz’s speaking voice, but the roar blew out the levels. It is hard to hold a boom with two hands and mix sound with my third hand. Live sound under such conditions is a two person job and one of them really does need to be a fully paid sound guy with experience mixing at concerts.

The disgusted director gave me the look as if I was somehow supposed to cringe and beg for mercy. He acted as if I somehow give a crap about my career as a sound guy. My only thought as I looked into his fuming eyes was, “You went cheap and you paid for it.” He didn’t want a real sound guy. They were paying me about a third what a real sound guy cost for a day’s rental. And they got a third of the quality.

Unlike my normal response which is to immediately shout back “Listen, you cheap ass bastard – you didn’t ask for a real sound guy. Go F’ yourself, lil Michael Bay!” But I was nice and just handed my sound equipment over to another PA. It’s not like this dork would understand that he set himself up to fail. If sound mattered that much, they would have put it in the budget instead of thinking they could work around it.

If we were recording on a silent soundstage, I probably would feel like shit for what ended up as audiotracks. But what the hell do you do when you’re stuck on a concert field with a boom microphone. And a body microphone would have been a waste since half the time Sanaz was going into the shower tent to cool off.

After 12 hours in the hell hole called Projekt Revolution, I went home. The director will probably declare that I left in shame, but I split from a sham.

I hope production sound engineers understand what I did for them that day. You know what the Revolution of that Projekt was? Reminding a cheapskate producer/director that if you want a real sound guy, you better be willing to pay for a sound guy and not think you can fake it. Cheapass Tom, you are no longer my real friend at Myspace.

DO THE STRAND

Upon returning home, Netflix has delivered Roxy Music Live at the Apollo from their 2003 tour. Musically, this was a hot bath and a full body massage to my ears. Smooth and soulful music came from the speakers. Bryan Ferry didn’t go on about mothers and fathers fucking to the audience. The man has class. And if you’re listening to a Roxy Music record, odds are good that you’ll be getting laid.

Why aren’t Roxy Music in the Rock Hall of fame? Why aren’t we in a world where we can be sick of hearing Roxy Music?

NO JACK FOR EDDIE

The big talk from the venue employees was the upcoming Van Halen reunion tour.

Do not call it a Van Halen reunion. What’s going on tour this summer is a reunion of Eddie, Alex and David Lee Roth. But how dare they consider it a Van Halen reunion by replacing Michael Anthony with Eddie’s teenage son. Contrary to Eddie’s ego, Michael Anthony was the heartbeat of the band.

Back when Van Halen mattered, we would make fun of Michael Anthony. He was the odd man out on the stage. He kept his shirt on during the videos. He was husky with a beard. He wore the jumpsuits that made it look like he was an elevated roadie. We figured his way of picking up groupies was by saying, “You know, I’m in the band, too. Did you see me on stage? No. I wasn’t the guy who said, ‘Check one. Check one.'” He was the Rodney Dangerfield of hard rock.

Part of this blame was that Michael Anthony came along during a time when bass worship went to Geddy Lee of Rush, John Entwistle of The Who, Chris Squire of Yes and Phil Lynott of Thin Lizzy. Being kept on the fringe of the stage by his three bandmates, Michael Anthony looked like the lesser talent . We thought he was replaceable like a drummer in Spinal Tap. We were so wrong about him.

Over the years, Michael Anthony’s stock has grown. The man did serious work on those records. Like Entwistle, his bass was the rhythm guitar that allowed Eddie to go nuts. His background vocals made sure Diamond Dave didn’t sound like a complete screech. Plus we discovered he was the only person on that stage that wasn’t a complete prick. He was the guy who would have pounded down shots of Jack with us after the show. And he wouldn’t turn into a mean and bitter drunk. And as the sun rose and we crawled to a cab, we would have said, “We just partied with Michael Anthony” without it sounding like a consolation prize.

And so at this time, Party Favors would like to apologize to Michael Anthony for thinking he was the weakest link in Van Halen. We now know that there’s no such thing as a true Van Halen reunion without him and his Jack Daniels bass. Even though the band is playing a few dates in the area, we’re not going. We’re not tempted. David Lee Roth’s painful vocals from his tour with Sammy remind us that he just doesn’t have it anymore. Diamond Dave makes Tom Waits sound like an opera star. And who knows what Eddie will do without a buffer of booze and pills to insulate himself from Dave. We’re not paying $100 to see a trainwreck. Amtrak provides those for free.

Michael Anthony, if you knock on my door, I’ll break out a bottle of Jack. Cause you’re worth it.

SACK LUNCH

While watching No Reservations, Anthony Bourdain and Andrew Zimmer went to a place in Queens that served all the nasty bits of animals. They seemed delighted in their meal. How come you never hear a host of a freak eating show say, “These are great Mountain Oysters. Shame my wife isn’t here so she can tell me if they taste as good as my balls.”

Would that get you kicked off the Food Channel?

FINK NEWS

Why all the reporting of news organizations reaction to various political news? Do I care that the Seattle Times cheered Karl Rove splitting the White House? Then Joe Scarborough outs his own MSNBC colleges for supposedly booing during the president’s State of the Union address He said, “there were actually people in the newsroom that were booing the president actually from the beginning to the end.” Really? I doubt people at Yankee stadium can boo that hard for that long. Did they rotate they booing, Joe? We’re they foghorn booing? Was there a raspberry? Did anyone throw a beer at the screen? Did Joe stand at attention the entire time with his hand over his heart?

I heard a high placed reporter at the Party Favors farted when it was announced that the deputy undersecretary for the creation of committees that need secretaries had formed a subcommittee into creating a new brainstorming session title. Disgusting!

Just remember all you folks at MSNBC that Joe Scarborough is a fink and will rat you out to get an inch of ink. And isn’t it bad taste for a newspaper reporter to applaud a guy who is entering unemployment? What are the odds that the Times staff won’t get slashed in the near future and be in the cheese line behind Karl?

Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 8/21/2007

Filed under: Columns,Thingamabobs — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:01 am

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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • The only finished footage from Gilliam’s Don Quixote… (Thingamabob)

Have a THINGAMABOB? Send it in!

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August 20, 2007

Toy Box: Legendary Comic Book Heroes – Series 1

Filed under: Columns,Toy Box — admin @ 10:58 pm

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Not too long ago, I reviewed 15 – yes, 15 – figures in a single review. That won’t be happening again any time soon. The first wave of LCBH figures from Marvel Toys includes 6 figures (along with 2 variants and a BAF), so I’ll be splitting them up tonight. I’ll be looking at 3 figures here: Savage Dragon, Ripclaw and Judge Dredd. Over at MROTW, I’ll be covering Witchblade, Super Patriot and Madman. And in both reviews I’ll talk about (and have photos of) Pitt, the BAF.

These figures are currently hitting Wal-mart first, and come with two variants in the first wave. There’s a Savage Dragon with t-shirt, and a Super Patriot without the mask. While these are technically variants, they are NOT chase figures or short packs. They appear to be evenly packed with the regular version.

Wal-mart is also getting a series 2 figure in their cases – Judge Death. The regular and variant (clear) version was a special pack out for them.

Expect to pay around ten bucks a pop for these, so if you’re looking to be a completist, there’s $100 you’ll need to spend just on the single figures currently available. The full series 2 should be hitting shelves very soon (if it hasn’t already in some places!) and will include Marv, Star, Darkness, Stryker and Anne O’Brien, who goes with the BAF of Monkeyman. The Judge Death also comes with this wave along with his variant, and there’s a variant on Marv.

Legendary Comic Book Heroes series 1 – Savage Dragon, Ripclaw and Judge Dredd

I’ll state my bias up front – of these three characters, the Dragon is easily my favorite. But will that translate into my favorite in plastic form? You can almost cut the anticipation with a knife…

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Packaging – ***1/2
Most of us assumed we’d never see collector friendly bubble/cardback packaging. Why? It’s just not cost feasible for mass market toys, where the bubble/cardback tends to be most predominate.

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But Marvel Toys has to be commended on coming up with a package design that IS collector friendly. The bubble is sealed to the cardback only around the top edges encircling the logo. The bottom square section has ‘lips’ that fold back around the cardback where they are taped. Cut the tape in back, and you can lift up the bubble and remove the interior tray without any real damage. If you want to put him back in the bubble, just slide it back in. You can even re-tape if you feel that strongly about it. It’s a nice design, and certainly a nod to the MOCers who would also like to take their figures out and stretch their legs.

BTW, I used a shot of the variant Dragon here so you could see what he looked like in his t-shirt. The rest of the review will show the normal, t-shirtless version.

Sculpting – Savage Dragon ****; Judge Dredd ***1/2; Ripclaw ***
Several figures in this line re-use parts from old Marvel Legends figures, but they do it extremely well for the most part.

You’ll notice some similarities between Judge Dredd and Longshot for example, and he actually has the hole in his back for the old ML clear display stand. But they’ve done such an exceptional job adding in the new armor pieces and additional sculpting that I’d bet if I didn’t tell you he had a re-used body under there, you wouldn’t realize it.

And Dredd looks terrific, with some terrific detail work on the armor and boots. He’s not super meaty, but a young Dredd wasn’t as beefy as Stallone made him appear in the film. All the figures are in a six inch scale, and Dredd will fit in well with the Marvel Legends figures. His hands are sculpted to hold his weapons, although you’ll have the most luck with the one gun and the knife – the other gun doesn’t fit quite as well in either hand.

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As good as he looks though, Savage Dragon has him beat. This is a great representation of Erik Larson’s artwork in 3-d form, and is easily my favorite of the wave. The head sculpt and expression are extremely well done right down to the overall size and shape of the fin, and the huge upper body is offset against the thin legs just like on the pages of the comic. The sculpt and articulation don’t work quite as well together as some of the other figures, but I can forgive him that flaw with such a terrific appearance. I liked the Mcfarlane version back in the day, but if i could only own one, I’d pick this one.

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Of these three, Ripclaw is my least favorite. He never did a lot for me as a character, and his design and appearance always seemed much too busy. That is true for this version as well, and I suspect only the die hard fans (or those looking to complete Pitt) will be grabbing him. If I had to choose between this version and the one done by Mcfarlane several years ago, Mcfarlane’s would win.

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As I mentioned earlier, these are a 6″ scale, and all three will fit in fine with most other 6″ lines including Marvel Legends. Dredd is 6 1/4 inches tall, Dragon is 7 1/2 inches tall (to the tip of the fin), and Ripclaw is 6″.

Paint – Judge Dredd ***1/2; Ripclaw, Savage Dragon ***;
The paint work on this series has generally been above average for the mass market, where it’s not uncommon to see some pretty serious slop.

Dredd is the cleanest of the three, with a paint application that could easily rival most specialty market toys. The colors are clean and consistent, with good cut lines and very little slop. The skin tone is even with no gloppiness, and the visor looks terrific. They’ve went with a wash on the boots and gloves to bring out some of the detail, and while it’s a tad heavy, it’s not terrible.

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Ripclaw isn’t quite as clean, particularly in the white piping on the boots. The black tends to show through and make it less white and more gray, unlike the face and body. It’s a fairly minor quibble though, and along with a few less than perfect cuts, is the only real issue.

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Dragon’s body hair looks decent, which is always tough to pull off well. Even with wax. Thank God there’s plenty of it too, proving that Dragon isn’t a shaver. They went with a wash on the jeans which is a tad heavy for my tastes, and there’s a bit more slop around the eyes and eyebrows than I’d like to see. But my biggest issue comes from the slightly different green on the torso and arms. This is often due to the different plastics absorbing the paint at different rates and amounts, and is tough for them to allow for. Fortunately in this case, it’s not extremely noticable if you’re not looking for it, so it’s not a huge negative for me.

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Articulation – Judge Dredd ***1/2; Savage Dragon, Ripclaw ***
As with Marvel Legends, super articulation is one of the main selling points of the Legendary Comic Book Heroes. All of them have far more articulation than the usual action figure these days, and most of it works great as well.

Savage Dragon has the usual pin/disk neck that allows forward and backward movement, along with turning. It can’t tilt to the side like a true ball joint, but it does tip back and forward quite a ways.

He also had ball jointed shoulders and hips, jointed on both sides of the ball, along with pin elbows and double jointed knees. There’s the pin chest and cut waist, pin/rocker ankles, pin and cut wrists, and not one but two pin joints on the fingers! There’s even a pin joint in the middle of the thumb. Oh, and a half cut foot pin joint…I told you they were super articulated.

Many of these joints are clicky style too, so that they hold poses quite well. The pins on all of them are quite solid and sturdy, and these joints seem to be using a better plastic for their pegs.

Judge Dredd’s neck doesn’t quite have the poseability of Dragon’s, due to the helmet and armor. Like Dragon, he has double jointed shoulders and hips, and they have a very good range of movement even with the armor. The chest and waist are there as well, as is the pin/rocker ankles, and double jointed elbows and knees. He doesn’t have the articulated fingers, but does add cut joints at the calves and forearms.

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Ripclaw has all the joints of Dredd, plus each finger has a pin joint. The joints don’t work quite as well on Rippy as they do on Dredd – they tended to be a tad sticky, and I had more trouble getting him to hold interesting poses – but he still blows away most other current action figures on the market in this category.

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Accessories – Judge Dredd ***1/2; Savage Dragon, Ripclaw ***
The main accessories with this wave are the six pieces to build the huge – and I’m talking HUGE – Pitt figure. He’s busted into two legs (with chains), two arms (with chains), a pelvis, and an upper torso. You’ll need six of the 8 figures (all unique figures) to complete Pitt.

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Judge Dredd gets the high score here, because not only does he come with not only one leg (and corresponding chains) for Pitt, but two guns and a knife as well! The knife fits in a sheath on his left leg, while one gun fits in a holster on his right leg and the other fits in the holster on his back.

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The plastic used on these accessories is a little soft, but the sculpt is still decent. The silver paint is a little inconsistent in coverage (as silver is often want to do), but considering these are a mass market item, I’m not too surprised.

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Ripclaw only comes with his BAF piece, the right arm of Pitt. The chains come on the arm (unlike the legs), so it’s one complete piece in the package. I’m not sure what else Ripclaw could have had, but if you aren’t interested in Pitt, you might feel a tad ripped.

I didn’t snap a shot of the Dragon with his BAF part (the other leg of Pitt), but that’s all he comes with. The chain and leg are actually separate, and the chains can be removed over the foot even after Pitt is assembled. Again, like Ripclaw, I appreciate just how cool this BAF is, but also realize that folks not particularly interested in the Pitt will find it fairly useless. Interestingly enough though, this is one of those cases where I expect more people to want the BAF parts than want each of the individual figures.

Pitt – ****
I decided to break Pitt out separately – there’s just too much about him that’s cool to not have his own section.

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If you need a reason to buy this entire wave, then you’re looking at it right now. Pitt is fantastic, one of the best BAF’s any company has produced to date. Hey, I love my Sentinal too, but Pitt has a truly amazing sculpt, with tons of detail. The paint work compliments it well, although it is a smidge sloppy in spots. Still, once you have him completely assembled, you’ll be blown away by his overall size and overall quality.

Many of the parts are rotocast of course, so he is a tad light. But if you’ve worked with other BAF’s (or even other superheroes in this scale), you won’t be put off by it. It takes a little work to get some of the pieces to snap together, particularly the pelvis and torso. But with enough ummpf, you can get them to pop into their proper position and hold tight. Once they’re actually together you’ll know it – they won’t come apart easily again.

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I mentioned that Pitt is huge, but even when I tell you he stands 10 inches tall, you won’t be able to appreciate his bulk until you see him. I’m not even convinced he was this huge in the comics, which would be a true first. Never before have I thought a large sized figure was too big for the scale! I can live with that, and prefer him being too big to being too small.

There’s some decent articulation here too, although the design of the figure makes some of the joints less useful than they might sound. The arms and hips are ball jointed with joints on both sides of the ball, and the neck is a cut joint. Oh, it might actually be a peg and pin joint like other ML and LCBH necks, but the design really only allows it the functionality of a cut joint.

The elbows and knees are pin joints, as are the wrists and ankles. The ankles have the rocker joint as well. The pin chest and cut waist work well, and each of the fingers has not one pin joint but two, allowing them to move independently at the hand and at the first knuckle.

Pitt isn’t going to take any extreme stances, but there’s plenty of articulation here to get him into some great poses and look great next to the other figures. Again, many of his joints are clicky joints, allowing them to stay in place over time.

Fun Factor – ****
Toy collectors are going to love these, and kids are going to love these. That’s the mark of a truly great toy – one that taps the imagination in the kid in everyone. To often companies skip on great sculpting and paint when it comes to a toy that’s ‘for kids’, because they believe either they won’t care or are too stupid to appreciate it. The fact is that kids love great looking figures too, and are certainly smart enough to weed out the crap from the treasure.

Of course, the big question is will kids care at all about these particular characters? And if they don’t, is the adult fan market large enough to make them succeed?

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Value – **1/2
At ten bucks a pop though, these are a bit over the usual mass market price. I’m going to cut them some slack here on the sore though, because I realize that the BAF pieces are huge and expensive, and that the run size on these can’t be nearly that of most mass market figures. There is a much smaller market for these characters, and I have no doubt that this was taken in to consideration when the run sizes were set.

Things to Watch Out For –
I had a little trouble with a sticky shoulder joint on the Dragon, and Ripclaw’s articulation was a bit sticky overall, but both freed up with a little work. The joints feel tighter and stronger than the later ML figures too, making them great toys for the kids.

Overall – Savage Dragon, Judge Dredd ***1/2; Ripclaw ***
If the Dragon had no paint issues, he would have been a four star figure. Yes, the articulation isn’t quite as wildly uninhibited as some other figures, but it’s good enough to make me happy overall. Judge Dredd is a close second, with a great overall appearance. I know some folks would have liked a removable helmet, but I think that would have just created a bobble head situation with little extra appeal.

Ripclaw ended up my least favorite of the bunch, although that’s partly due to my general apathy toward the character. While I wasn’t a huge fan of the over posed nature of the Mcfarlane version, I have to admit to prefering that sculpt. Still, if you’re looking for a version to bring him into the same universe as some of these other characters, this one will do just fine.

Where to Buy –
Wal-mart is the first local bricks and mortar store to get these in. Online options include:

– CornerStoreComics has the singles in stock at $10 – $13 (depending on the character) or the full set of 8 including the two variants for just $80.

– Amazing Toyz has them in at $10 – $13 as well, along with the 8 for $80 deal.

Related Links –
I’ve reviewed both of the twin packs, Conan/Wrarrl and Clownface/Panda, and I covered the rest of series 1 as well.

And if you’re looking for other versions of some of these characters, check out the Mcfarlane version of Savage Dragon and Ripclaw.

Widge Goes Off #2.2: Don’t Make Me Separate You Two

Filed under: Widge Goes Off — widge @ 3:12 am

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[CONTENT WARNING] This podcast contains less foul language than usual. I’ll do better next time, sorry.

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The sites I pimp in the podcast are: Needcoffee.com, Colors Are Overrated, and The Daily Kicksplode. You should pimp them too. It’s good karma.

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.

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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 WidgettWalls.com, which he updates when he feels like it. He lives and works in Atlanta, Georgia. He hardly ever sleeps.

Comics in Context #190: Pop Eye-Con

Filed under: Columns,Comics in Context — admin @ 12:02 am

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cic2007-08-20-01.jpgOne of the major event in cartoon art in 2007 is Warner Home Video’s release of Popeye the Sailor 1933-1938, a DVD set collecting the first sixty Popeye cartoons produced by the Max Fleischer Studios. This is everything that a DVD set of vintage animation should be.

First there is the handsome artwork on the case, depicting Popeye in the style of the Fleischers’ 1930s cartoons, adapted from the design by the character’s creator, comic strip artist E. C. Segar. The artwork, and even the simple orange color of the box, impart a wonderful vintage feel to the collection, as if this is what a DVD set would be like if it was produced seventy years ago. Picking my set up at a local Best Buy, I received an exclusive bonus: the chain sells its Popeye sets in a tin case bearing Popeye’s likeness, further reinforcing the appealing retro look.

Inside, the Popeye cartoons have been remastered, giving them sharp, clear image, enabling viewers to marvel at the beauty of their painted backgrounds, something to which I’d never paid attention when watching the shorts on television or even in theaters. Something I had noticed in the past was the Fleischers’ use of actual three-dimensional sets in some scenes, against which the animated characters would be filmed. Watching these DVDs I found myself thinking that these sets convey more of a sense of three-dimensional depth than even today’s computer animation can achieve (at least without making viewers wear 3-D glasses). After decades of seeing these cartoons start out with the logo of Associated Artists Productions (A.A.P.), which was their first television distributor, it is refreshing to see their original openings, with Paramount’s mountain logo, restored. Between the Paramount logos and the clarity of the restored prints, you can imagine that you are seeing these cartoons the way that they looked when they were first released during the Great Depression.

cic2007-08-20-02.jpgThen there are all the special features! The producers of this DVD cover Popeye’s history, in the comics, in animation, and even in Robert Altman’s 1980 live action film: its screenwriter, Jules Feiffer, and actor Paul Dooley, who played Wimpy, turn up in the set’s mini-documentaries.

What may be even more surprising is that the producers even feature material that has nothing to do with Popeye but which will be of interest to aficionados of early animation that led up to the Fleischers’ Popeye series. One of the documentary features on the set is “Forging the Frame: The Roots of Animation 1900-1920,” co-produced by Greg Ford, the curator of Lincoln Center’s retrospective of cartoon musicals, which I covered at such great length in this column starting with “Comics in Context” #100. This documentary goes all the way back to J. Stuart Blackton’s pioneering Humorous Phases of Funny Faces, made in 1906. (Hey, that means that last year was the hundredth anniversary of the animation medium. Shouldn’t there have been a major celebration in museums, revival film theaters, and comics conventions?) The documentary spotlights Winsor McCay, the first truly great creative figure in American comics and in animation, and offers excerpts from four of his landmark films, Little Nemo (1911); How a Mosquito Operates (1912), pointing out how it inaugurates animation that depicts a character’s personality; Gertie the Dinosaur (1914), in which McCay created the first great success in personality animation; and The Sinking of the Lusitania (1918), rightly characterizing it as a documentary in animated form. “Forging the Frame” provides excerpts from several other remarkable early cartoons, featuring such characters as Mutt and Jeff, Krazy Kat and Ignatz Mouse (adhering recognizably to George Herriman’s original versions), and the early Felix the Cat, and then you can watch the entire cartoons elsewhere in this amazing DVD set. My only complaint about these silent cartoons in the set is that, since silent films were originally shown with musical accompaniment, I wish that Warner Home Video had provided them with musical scores. Maybe there wasn’t enough money in the budget, but a simple piano accompaniment would do, and there are talented silent film pianists who regularly perform their own scores at New York’s Film Forum and Museum of Modern Art.

Two weeks ago I was disparaging special features on DVDs that provide no more than the most basic information that the animation buffs who buy the collection will already know, or will figure out for themselves on watching the cartoons. The “Popeye Popumentaries” and commentary tracks on this Popeye set do their job right. There is a wide array of experts on comics and animation history represented, including historians Jerry Beck (who played a major role in producing this set), Greg Ford, Michael Barrier and Leonard Maltin; animation professionals including Ren and Stimpy creator John Kricfalusi, former Disney director Eric Goldberg, omnipresent cartoon and comics authority Mark Evanier, and Quick Stop contributor Paul Dini; comic strip giants Mort Walker, Jules Feiffer and Mutts creator Patrick McDonnell, who get to speak about Segar; and the current voice of Popeye, Billy West, who provides an amazing on-screen demonstration of the difference between Popeye’s usual gravelly low voice and the higher voice that the great voice actor Jack Mercer used for improvising Popeye’s asides to the audience.

Throughout this four disc collection the commentators continually bring subjects to my attention that I hadn’t considered before: that the Fleischer Popeyes are mostly set in New York City, where their studio was located; the characters’ seedy apartments, reflecting Depression-era living conditions; the Fleischer studio’s skill at depicting the volume and solidity of their characters, and its prowess (which astonishes the present day animation pros) at animating characters in perspective, as in the great cartoon A Dream Walking (1934), in which Popeye, Olive and Bluto sleepwalk along the girders of a skyscraper under construction.

One major surprise in the commentaries is the reaction of Mexican-born animators Jorge Gutierrez and Sandra Equihua to the early Popeye cartoon Blow Me Down! (1933). Whereas a cautious, politically correct sort like myself would think that the Mexican stereotypes in this cartoon are offensive, Gutierrez and Equihua think they’re funny and happily reminisce about their delight as children in seeing Popeye visit their homeland.

Another big surprise comes in the featurette about “The Voices of Popeye,” which shows an excerpt from a wartime cartoon in which Mae Questel, the voice of Olive Oyl, substituted for Jack Mercer as Popeye. You have to hear it to believe it: it’s a good rendition of Popeye, yet it’s still believable that a woman managed to do it.

There are many cartoons in this set that I must have seen as a child but simply do not remember. Daniel Goldmark, an authority on the use of music in classic cartoons, provides the commentary on The Spinach Overture (1935), a cartoon I only vaguely recall seeing before. But I’m sure glad it’s here, since it features Popeye and Bluto as rival conductors, and fits a theme I’ve explored in several past columns: the use of the conductor as a figure of power, and symbol of the creative artist, in animated cartoons, as in Walt Disney’s The Band Concert (1935) (see “Comics in Context” #110) and Chuck Jones’s Long-Haired Hare (1949) (see “Comics in Context” #101).

I want to focus on two Popeye cartoons in this collection: the two-reel color featurettes Popeye the Sailor Meets Sindbad the Sailor (1936) and Popeye the Sailor Meets Ali Baba’s Forty Thieves (1937). I’ve been wanting to write about them since I saw them on the big screen during the aforementioned Film Society of Lincoln Center retrospective on cartoon musicals. I’m used to seeing these two cartoons in faded prints, but the restoration on these two-reelers in this set seems miraculous. Again, the familiar A. A. P. logos have been banished: Warner Home Video has located and restored the gorgeous original opening credits for both featurettes. The colors in the cartoons are now vividly bright. What is most astonishing is the way the 3-D sets now look, such as the intricately detailed outside of a cave in Sindbad and the seemingly infinite desert sands in Ali Baba. The interior of the Forty Thieves’ cave now has an extraordinary sense of reality, as does the solid-looking treasure chest, filled with gems, at the cartoon’s end. And as a commentator points out, somehow the colorful 3-D sets and the animated backgrounds blend together rather than looking entirely different!

These two color two-reelers, each twice as long as a typical Popeye black and white short, are based on stories from The Book of One Thousand and One Nights, popularly known as The Arabian Nights. Later, the Fleischers did another color Popeye featurette based in an Arabian Nights tale: Aladdin and His Wonderful Lamp (1939).

I wonder why the Fleischers decided on this Arabian theme. Did they decide to pit Popeye against another famous sailor, Sindbad, and since that was a success, continued with other famous Arabian Nights tales? Or were the Fleischers responding to the fact that Walt Disney was making an animated feature film of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs? (Disney’s Snow White was released in 1937, but had began production three years earlier.) Since Disney had chosen a well known story from the Brothers Grimm’s collected fairy tales, did the Fleischers think that that they should build their Popeye featurettes around similarly famous tales, and picked The Arabian Nights?

The Fleischers’ Popeye featurettes are comedic examples of Orientalism, in the sense of the Western perception of the cultures of the Near East to the Far East. Obviously, events such as the September 11 attacks have altered the popular American conception of the Muslim nations of the Near and Middle East, but American versions of Arabian Nights fantasies persisted long enough to serve as the basis for Disney’s own animated Aladdin (1992). The Woody Woodpecker and Friends DVD set contains two inventive Swing Symphonies cartoons set in this imaginary Arabian Nights world: director James Culhane’s Abu Ben Boogie and The Greatest Man in Siam (both 1944). (Siam is actually an old name for Thailand, yet The Greatest Man in Siam is clearly set in an Arab country. Perhaps this serves as an example of just how accurate Western fantasies about Arab culture can be.)

Differing sharply from its two predecessors, the Fleischers’ Aladdin has a metafictional framing device in which Olive Oyl is writing a screenplay about Aladdin, and imagines Popeye playing the role: the main part of the two reeler is therefore the movie that Olive envisions. (This reminds me of Chuck Jones’ 1950 animated short The Scarlet Pumpernickle, which similarly has a framing device in which Daffy Duck has written a screenplay, and the rest of the cartoon is Daffy’s imagined movie, with himself in the title role.)

In contrast, in the Fleischers’ Sindbad and Ali Baba’s Forty Thieves, Popeye actually meets these legendary characters. Then again, Sindbad has opening cast credits, as if Popeye, Olive and company were actors playing parts in a movie, and certainly we are expected to recognize Bluto as “playing” Sindbad and the leader of the Forty Thieves. There’s an ambiguity here, in keeping with the Fleischers’ characteristic reminders to the audience not to suspend disbelief entirely and that they are watching a cartoon.

The main point is that Aladdin casts Popeye as an Arabian Nights character, whereas in Sindbad and Ali Baba, Popeye is presented as himself. One of the DVD commentators suggests that in Sindbad and Ali Baba Popeye has been displaced back to the time of the stories. I think not. Popeye, Olive and Wimpy wear their standard 1930s costumes in the two featurettes, and Ali Baba clearly establishes that Popeye sails a Coast Guard ship to Arabia. Somehow Popeye and friends, representing modern times, co-exist with the legendary Arabia of The One Thousand and One Nights.

To my mind it is fitting that Popeye should meet Sindbad and the Forty Thieves, because, whether or not the Fleischers consciously realized it, by 1936 the super-strong Popeye had become a modern American counterpart of the mythic figures of The Arabian Nights. It’s become a commonplace that the superhero genre embodies a modern mythology, and that superheroes are modern pop culture counterparts to heroes like Hercules and Samson. Popeye isn’t technically a superhero, but he is an iconic hero with superhuman abilities who also qualifies as a contemporary mythic figure.

On the commentary track for Sindbad, when the climactic battle between Popeye and Sindbad is about to begin, John Kricfalusi jokes that these cartoons represent what America is all about. The Fleischers did appear to regard Popeye as an iconic American figure. In Sindbad, as in many Fleischer Popeye cartoons, Popeye’s triumphant climactic battle is accompanied by the patriotic music of John Philip Sousa’s The Stars and Stripes Forever. The Fleischers obviously saw something particularly American in Popeye’s heroic battles against the bad guys.

The Fleischers’ Sindbad and Ali Baba pit Popeye, as American iconic hero, against iconic figures from The Arabian Nights, who are cast as villains. (In The Arabian Nights, Sindbad, whose name is usually spelled “Sinbad,” is a hero.) These highly entertaining but decidedly chauvinistic featurettes assert that Popeye–the pop culture hero of a relatively new nation–is not only merely the equal of the mythic figures of older, alien cultures (as opposed to Europe), but their superior. Does this parallel a patriotic sentiment in America in its new role as a world power between the two World Wars: the idea that America is superior to foreign powers and can best them if need be? I leave it to you readers to judge what connection these two cartoons pitting Popeye against Arab foes may have to current American attitudes towards the Muslim nations of the Middle East.

Whereas in these Fleischer featurettes Popeye conquers figures from mythic Arabic culture, Abu Ben Boogie and The Greatest Man in Siam take a different approach. These two cartoons anachronistically set 1940s swing music into an Arabian Nights-style setting, thereby recasting the Arabian fantasy world into a then-contemporary American mode. In these cartoons American culture doesn’t conquer traditional Arabian mythology, but coopts it.

Walter Lantz’s Swing Symphonies series demonstrates how different pop culture was in the 1940s than it is now. Would any major cartoon studio today do a series of cartoons built around, say, hiphop music, for a general audience? And the Fleischer Popeye featurettes leave me with yet another question: why didn’t producer Max Fleischer and director Dave Fleischer adapt one of Segar’s own Popeye stories from the comics as a two-reeler?

INTO THE INKWELL

I am especially happy that this Popeye DVD set includes ten episodes of one of my favorite animated series, the Fleischers’ silent Out of the Inkwell, most of which I had never seen before.

cic2007-08-20-03.jpgLike the Fleischers’ Popeye and Superman cartoons, the Inkwell shorts usually present variations on a basic formula. A cartoonist, who is almost always played by Max Fleischer himself in live action footage, uses pen and ink to draw a clown–who was eventually given the name Koko–who comes to life within the cartoon “world” on the paper on the drawing board. Hence, Koko has emerged “out of the inkwell.” (That an animator is more likely to draw a character in pencil goes unmentioned. As for Koko’s name, which some cartoons spell “Ko-Ko,” I wonder if it is a reference to Ko-Ko, the Lord High Executioner and principal comedy character in Gilbert and Sullivan’s most celebrated operetta, The Mikado.) After going through various escapades in the cartoon world, Koko emerges from the drawing board into the real world, often to get even with Max, who is both his creator and his tormentor. In the typical ending to these shorts, Koko enters the ink bottle, which Max then seals with its cap.

Over the last few weeks I have referred to the traditional pairing of a “white clown,” who represents order and authority, with an “Auguste,” a clown who rebels against authority and rules. The Out of the Inkwell cartoons magnify to an extreme the gap in power between its counterparts to the white clown and Auguste. Koko is explicitly presented as a clown: he is the Auguste. Max takes the role of the white clown, or might better be compared to the ringmaster. Max is not only in charge, but he is literally the creator of Koko and his animated world. Koko, even when he escapes into the real world (with his animated figure juxtaposed atop live action film), ordinarily remains the same size as he is on the drawing board; hence, Max towers over him as if he were a giant–or as an adult does over a small child. Max is the artist who created Koko and who attempts to control his creation. Max is also like a father and Koko like his son, whom he attempts to dominate. Ultimately, Max is to Koko as God is to us. Max created both Koko and the world in the animated sections of the shorts. Max stands outside Koko’s “reality” and dominates both it and him.

The usual formula of the Inkwell films has Max creating Koko out of nothingness with pen and ink. The films work different variations on Koko’s creation: in Modeling (1921), for example, Max draws a mass of small circles which, before our eyes, merge and form into Koko. In Trapped (1923) Koko emerges from Max’s hand, in a perfect image of the animator as godlike creator. (All of the Koko shorts that I mention in this week’s column can be found in the Popeye DVD set.)

Normally at the end of an Inkwell short Koko seeks refuge within the ink bottle. This leads to the question of whether Koko continues to exist “alive” within the ink bottle or whether he returns to being merely ink. At the end of Modeling, when Koko hides in the ink bottle, the angry Max pours the ink out onto the table in a tiny puddle. This strikes me as a macabre image of Koko having entered oblivion. If human beings’ lives proverbially go from “ashes to ashes and dust to dust,” Koko’s life goes from ink in the ink bottle back to ink. Of course, since Inkwell is a series, the audience knows that Koko will return to life in the next short, so, whether or not the Fleischers realized it, the Inkwell series represents a repeating cycle of “death” and resurrection.

The ending of Modeling, with Max pouring Koko’s inky “remains” onto the table, demonstrates that if Max is Koko’s “god,” he can be a cruel deity. In Invisible Ink (1921) no sooner has Max created Koko than he imprisons him by drawing chains and cuffs to bind him, as if he were in a dungeon. Then Max, like a bully teasing a child, forces Koko to hunt for his hat. (Koko seems to have a particular attachment to his hat, perhaps because his clothes are really his sole possessions.) In Jumping Beans (1922) Max unleashes Mexican jumping beans on Koko, initially frightening him. In Bed Time (1923) Max strands Koko on top of a cartoon mountain in order to get him out of the animator’s way. In Trapped Max draws a man-sized spider with a human head who pursues Koko, imprisons him in his webbing, and even tries to serve him as dinner to his family of similar creatures. (So would they be the first “spider-men” in cartoon art?) And in A Trip to Mars (1924) Max forces the unwilling Koko to ride a cartoon rocket to a cartoon version of the Red Planet.

Not only does Max expose Koko to danger in Trapped, but he also sets a mousetrap to catch a live action mouse in the same short. Koko and the live action mouse are roughly the same size, and the short seems to be drawing a parallel between then: both are Max’s potential victims.

Even though the shorts portray Max Fleischer himself as the animator, they are designed so that the audience will side with Koko against him. The payoff in the Inkwell shorts comes when Koko turns the tables on his creator, like a son striking back at his father, or a mortal taking revenge on God for his suffering in life. When Koko invades the real world in Modeling to play pranks, it seems to be merely out of a sense of mischief. But in other cartoons, such as Jumping Beans, Koko explicitly vows vengeance on Max.

What I find especially interesting in the Inkwell shorts selected for this DVD is that Koko himself turns “artist” in order to fight back against Max. In Modeling Max shares a studio with a sculptor, who is making a bust of a rather ugly man with a big nose. Perhaps Koko, a creation of one form of art, cartooning, is jealous that Max and the other people in the studio are paying more attention to the bust, the creation in a more highly regarded form of art, sculpture. It’s a sort of sibling rivalry, with a subtext of popular art versus fine art, and the Fleischers stack the deck by making Koko far more appealing than the rather repellent sculpture of the equally repellent client. Or perhaps the real rivalry is between Koko and the real life artists.

Max had outfitted Koko with skates and drawn a frozen pond for him to skate on. First Koko creates his own portrait of the sculptor’s grotesque subject by skating in such a way as to carve the impression of his face into the ice. Then Koko makes a gigantic snowball and molds it into a bust of the sculptor’s client, imitating what the sculptor did with clay. Max, the sculptor and his client are unimpressed, so Koko emerges from of the animated world–that is to say, the sheet of paper on which Max drew him and the frozen pond–and into the real world. Unnoticed, Koko crawls into the statue, causing it to move as if it were alive. This startles the three humans. In actuality, the Fleischers were using stop motion animation to cause the bust to seem to move on film. But in terms of the story, it is Koko who is moving the statue from within: Koko has thus become an animator himself. No wonder Max gets angry when he discovers what is happening: his own creation has become a rival animator.

As noted earlier, Max chains up Koko in Invisible Ink and subsequently taunts him. This time Koko as clearly seeking revenge, and he more explicitly becomes an animator. Having escaped from the drawing board into reality, Koko imitates a trick that Max played on him earlier: he leaves a message that if Max wants to find him, he should follow this line. The line leads Max on a long trail inside and outside his studio. Meanwhile Koko creates duplicate images of himself in many different poses. The line finally leads Max into a room filled with Kokos, among which the real Koko hides. However, Max casts aside the alternate Kokos, which do not move.

Obviously, Koko needs to improve on his plan of multiplying himself, and does so in the later cartoon, Jumping Beans. Again vowing revenge for Max’s mistreatment of him, this time using a stamp to create duplicates of himself which move, and which line up in formation, as if they were Koko’s private army. So Koko as artist has created his own image over and over, and as animator has brought them to life. The legion of Kokos attack and overwhelm Max, binding and tying him to the floor, as the Lilliputians did to Gulliver. So, yes, this image anticipates the animated feature film of Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels which the Fleischers made over a decade and a half later. Luckily for Max, he is carrying a small blade which he uses to cut himself free, and the Kokos flee into the ink bottle.

As noted, Max is a giant in comparison to Koko, so it may be significant that in two of the cartoons in the Popeye DVD set Koko encounters menacing cartoon giants. In Jumping Beans a giant beanstalk sprouts, and Koko climbs up the stalk far into outer space, past the moon and sun, until he arrives in the land of the giant of “Jack and the Beanstalk,” who turns out to be an immense head atop a comparatively tiny body. Upon escaping–and falling– back to Earth, Koko vows vengeance on Max for exposing him to such danger. In Bed Time Max traps Koko atop a mountain where he is pursued by another giant, this one with more normal bodily proportions. Yet again Koko vows revenge on Max. After all Max is the “giant” who is Koko’s true nemesis.

That revenge takes an appropriate form in Bed Time. Koko again invades the real world and enters Max’s bedroom. As Max watches in horror, Koko grows bigger, achieving human size, and then continuing to grow further. Max escapes the building, but Koko has become a true giant, and we watch him stalk through New York City, towering over buildings, hunting for Max.

And then Max wakes up. Perhaps, even in an animated/live action short in which one might assume that anything can happen, the Fleischers drew the line at Koko turning into a giant. Another possibility is that the Fleischers were insistent that Koko could not be allowed to overturn the order of the real world; that’s why the shorts usually end with Koko returning to the inkwell, ending his disruptions of order, like Superman’s foe Mr. Mxyzptlk saying his name backwards and returning to his home dimension. Koko as a giant would be unstoppable. Therefore the short establishes that Koko only became a giant in Max’s nightmare; Max awakes and sees Koko safely immobile on his drawing board. It’s as if Out of the Inkwell had suddenly turned into Winsor McCay’s Dream of the Rarebit Fiend, which may well have been a partial inspiration for Bed Time.

The strangest of the Inkwell cartoons in this DVD set is A Trip to Mars, in which Max forces Koko to be the unwilling passenger on a rocket heading to the fourth planet. Before blasting off, Koko plants dynamite underneath Max’s chair. The rocket takes off with Koko aboard, and the dynamite explodes, catapulting Max into outer space as well (as the short shows a live action Max against an animation background). The Mars on which Koko lands seems like an anticipation of Bob Clampett’s Warners cartoon Porky in Wackyland (1938): a mad, surreal world where any impossible gag could happen. Koko’s Mars also looks as if it might be an absurd version of New York: Koko spends part of the cartoon in Mars’s subway. Meanwhile Max continues to hurtle through space. The cartoon ends with both Max and Koko landing on the rings of Saturn and running along the rings as if they were a treadmill. Finally both Koko and Max are removed from Saturn and dropped into an ink bottle, and a hand comes from offscreen and places the lid on the ink bottle, sealing them in.

This raises an obvious question: just whose hand is that? The finale of A Trip to Mars presents both Koko and Max as the pawns of a more powerful manipulator. Perhaps the hand represents Max Fleischer the filmmaker, as opposed to Max the character in the film.

Now I wonder if director Chuck Jones and writer Michael Maltese were consciously reworking the Out of the Inkwell premise when they created their celebrated cartoon Duck Amuck (1953). The She-Hulk’s annoyed comments directed at her unseen cartoonist, John Byrne, likewise seem to echo Inkwell, intentionally or not.

The Out of the Inkwell series is founded on drawing a line between the real world and the world of animation and watching Koko cross it. Commentators on the Popeye DVD make the point that while Walt Disney kept striving for greater realism in his animated cartoons through the 1930s, the Fleischers simultaneously reveled in the blatant “cartooniness” of their animated films. Popeye and his castmates don’t look like real people, and even in a later Fleischer cartoon like Sindbad inanimate objects will still occasionally come to life.

Some of the early cartoons on the DVD also acknowledge their own artificiality. In Bobby Bumps Puts a Beaner on the Bum (1918) the title character sits on the animator’s hand as he draws. In the first Felix the Cat cartoon, Feline Follies (1919), Felix (here called Tom) plucks musical notes out of the air and turns them into parts for carts he and his girlfriend ride.

So we can see two traditions in animation history. The Disney tradition moved towards greater realism. But the rival tradition, celebrating the “cartooniness” of the medium, is even older, and continued through the Fleischers’ body of work until they attempted to move towards Disneyesque realism in Gulliver’s Travels (1939) and a more successful heightened realism in their Superman series. Tex Avery’s MGM cartoons further explored how cartoons can bend and break and twist the laws of reality. From the late 1940s into the 1960s, the UPA animation studio rebelled against Disney realism in its own way, through emphasizing stylized designs in characters and backgrounds. The result again was to emphasize the artificial nature of animation rather than use it to imitate reality.

Today the “cartooniness” tradition is carried on by The Simpsons and South Park and, yes, SpongeBob. However, the “realism” tradition has triumphed through the dominance of computer animated films, which have nearly entirely displaced hand drawn animated films in early 21st century movie theaters. (When I was watching Ratatouille I found myself thinking that the backgrounds looked just like photographs of the real Paris.) Anime seems to me to be a mix of the two traditions, with simplified, stylized figures often juxtaposed against realistic backgrounds, as in Hayao Miyazaki’s films. It’s rather like the Fleischers filming Popeye and Olive against those actual 3-D sets.

Should you want to learn more about the Popeye and Woody Woodpecker DVD sets, listen to one of the people behind both sets, animation historian Jerry Beck of the Cartoon Brew blog (www.cartoonbrew.com), on Stu’s Show on Shokus Internet Radio (http://www.shokusradio.com/), live from 4 to 6 PM Pacific time (7 to 9 PM EST) on Wednesday, August 22.

–Copyright 2007 Peter Sanderson

Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 8/20/2007

Filed under: Columns,Thingamabobs — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:01 am

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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • Science is Fun: Monday Edition… Frozen Smoke!… (Thingamabob)
  • Dr. Teeth loves money, and Stan Freberg… (Thingamabob)
  • Phil Silvers presenting an award to… Phil Silvers… (Thingamabob)

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August 19, 2007

SModcast 25

Filed under: SModcast — UncaScroogeMcD @ 11:40 pm

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SModcast is the meandering palaver of a pair of dudes whose voices are so dull, they don’t deserve to be on the radio (and, hence, aren’t). Kevin Smith and Scott Mosier are SModcast.

The best thing about SModcast? It don’t cost nothing.

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SModcast 25: Lynching Vixen –

In which our heroes spend an unhealthy amount of time deconstructing a Rankin Bass classic, do a “Midnight Express” with a pre-street-date DVD, kill a franchise, lament the loss of holiday-programming luster, fail to enjoy adolescent keggers, get the blues at a strip club, miss opportunities to smoke on campus, have their bagged-and-boarded books threatened, and explore the thickest, strongest apron strings in central Jersey.

[CONTENT WARNING] SModcast features harsh language and even harsher notions of propriety. Listener discretion is advised.

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Monkey Talk with Paul Dini: Stuffed Animal Stand-Up with Rashy #6

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-By Paul Dini & Rashy

Paul Dini’s “Monkey Talk” (co-hosted by his irrepressible sock monkey son, Rashy) returns with Rashy’s continued attempts to break into the dog-eat-dog world of Stuffed Animal Stand-Up. Be sure to check out Rashy’s official site at LittleRashy.com…

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August 17, 2007

Trailer Park: MONSTER SQUAD

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By Christopher Stipp

Archives? Right Here”¦

Instead of manning-up and actually going the emotionally hard route of being outrightly rejected by publishers, I’m rejecting them first and allowing you to give my entire book a preview, let you read the whole thing or, if you like, download the whole damn thing at no cost. Download and read my first book “Thank You, Goodnight” for FREE.

Before the advent of DVD audio rippers made it fun again to listen to a good audio commentary while not enslaved to your La-Z-Boy there was the good old cassette recorder.

When I was old enough to rent movies but not sophisticated enough to know how to rig them up to one another to make a copy of it (not that I ever did that, legally speaking) I used to take a portable boom box and actually *record* the audio of the movies I really liked. I don’t know why I did this, nor why I incessantly looped major portions of POLICE ACADEMY 4: CITIZENS ON PATROL on my GE Walkman. I do know, however, that I filled up a couple of tapes when it came to THE MONSTER SQUAD.

I loved this film.

I recorded the dialog, the up-tempo musical interlude as the squad gets ready to throw down, the great moments Rudy gets as the “tough kid”, everything. I never listened to a recording so many times as I did with my MONSTER SQUAD tape. The film, in an odd way, encapsulated of what it was like to be a goofy young kid admist an ostensibly scary situation; that’s the movie’s appeal all these years later. Fred Dekker walked that line of genuine scariness and abject absurdness with equal parts. You couldn’t have found a more balanced film of this variety and somehow I responded to it with rapt dedication for a while.

I guess, as the years went on, I kind of forgot about the film. I started watching other movies, evolved as a movie consumer, but there was always something about that story; it turned out to be a touchstone, though, and when decades later there was talk about bringing the movie to DVD I just couldn’t wait. The very same feelings I had as a youth came bubbling back when I was given the opportunity to interview director Fred Dekker and cast members Andre Gower, Ryan Lambert and Ashley Bank. It was a surreal moment, to be sure, and it was definitely a satisfying moment knowing that years ago this was a movie I told everyone about and now I’m in the position to be able and tell everyone that this is the DVD to own this year.

Halcyon days of youth don’t have anything on the experience of being able to revel in the geekery of revisiting this film 20 years later with those who made it so good to watch long ago.

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Weekend Shopping Guide 8/17/07: Something Better

Filed under: Shopping Guides — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:24 am

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

Few people know that Jim Henson’s first national primetime television show wasn’t The Muppet Show, and that the first Muppet star was not Kermit the Frog. No, the first Muppet star was Rowlf the Dog, who was the folksy, funny sidekick of the country superstar (and soon-to-be sausage tycoon) Jimmy Dean. If you don’t believe me, Time Life has released two one-hour compilations of The Best Of The Jimmy Dean Show (Time Life, Not Rated, DVD-$12.98 SRP each), which are full of clips featuring America’s beloved gravelly-voiced canine. Thank goodness these Muppet rarities are no longer sitting on a shelf, and I hope there are plenty more releases to come.

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It’s hard to believe, but we’ve already reached a dozen of Twomorrows Publishing’s fantastically in-depth celebrations of comic book art luminaries, Modern Masters. Volume 12 turns the spotlight on Michael Golden (Twomorrows, $14.95), and is filled cover-to-cover with dozens of rarely seen and unseen art, plus a career-spanning interview with the man himself. Twomorrows has also launched a new line of books spotlighting indie talent with the same depth as their Modern Masters series, and it kicks off with Comics Introspective Volume One: Peter Bagge (Twomorrows, $16.95 SRP).

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Though initial impressions might mark The Amazing Jonathan as a magician, I think a more accurate term is “gonzo magician.” There’s no better way to describe him as a performer and his act – an act captured on DVD courtesy of his Comedy Central special Wrong On Every Level (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$19.99 SRP), The disc also features his original Comedy Central special, deleted scenes, and an appearance on Premium Blend.

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As the good Doctor’s 29th, post-relaunch season hits the US, so too comes the next round of classic Doctor Who adventures on DVD – Tom Baker’s Robot (BBC, Not Rated, DVD-$24.98 SRP) and Sylvester McCoy’s Survival (BBC, Not Rated, DVD-$34.98 SRP). Both releases feature a ton of bonus materials, including commentaries, interviews, featurettes, documentaries, and more.

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People have been clamoring for years for Paramount to open the vaults and begin releasing the cross-country journeys of Dr. Richard Kimble in his quest to locate the one-armed killer of his wife – a crime for which he was framed and sent to prison for, only to escape and become The Fugitive (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$38.99 SRP). This 4-disc set contains the first 15 episodes of that premiere season, straight from the original negatives and looking mighty fine.

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I can’t begin to express how odd it is to have a featurette remembering the late Kurt Vonnegut on – of all things – the new special edition of the Rodney Dangerfield classic Back To School (MGM/UA, Rated PG-13, DVD-$19.98 SRP). In addition to that oddity, the new edition features a behind-the-scenes featurette, a dissection of the Triple Lindy, a remembrance of Rodney, original news & sports wraps, a photo gallery, and TV spots.

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The great documentaries are those that illuminate subject matter and stories you never considered, but are revealed to be fascinating when told through the deft lens of the filmmaker. Such is the case with filmmaker Malcolm Ingram’s Small Town Gay Bar (Genius, Not Rated, DVD-$24.95 SRP), which illuminates the lives and challenges of the homosexual communities located within the “Bible Belt” of the United States. Bonus features include an introduction from Ingram and exec producer Kevin Smith, audio commentary, interviews, a deleted scene, and more.

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The eternal, cattish, privileged struggle amongst the Carrington family continues in the complete second season of Dynasty (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$38.99 SRP), featuring 6-discs packed with all 22 episodes of the loveable smackdowns and hair-pulling delights, with the season that introduced Joan Collins. Lets get ready to rumble!

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Once upon a time, long ago, I was a fan of Aqua Teen Hunger Force. I thought it was quite funny, and the characters themselves even more so. Then, the show began to fall into a rut, relying far too much on bloody gross-out gags and surreal storytelling. And it stopped being funny. Sadly, the big screen Aqua Teen Hunger Force Colon Movie Film For Theaters (Warner Bros., Rated R, DVD-$29.98 SRP) is crafted like those latter-day episodes, and so left me largely cold and wishing for the halcyon days of a once-favorite show. However, I still love Master Shake. The 2-disc DVD set of the film features not only the film itself, but a full-length alternate version of the flick – plus deleted scenes, commentary, interviews, promos, featurettes, TV spots, videos… and much more. I just wish it was funny.

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51 Birch Street (Image, Not Rated, DVD-$19.99 SRP) is one of those documentaries that makes you squirm and feel a bit voyeuristic as you see the raw emotion of people’s private lives, but that you ultimately can’t turn off. Filmmaker Doug Block assumed that his parents’ 54-year marriage was a happy one, but when his mother dies unexpectedly and his father quickly marries his former secretary, Block decides that something is not right, and begins a journey filled with difficult discoveries.

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Even if I were just judging it on its appealing design sensibility, and not its equally fun storytelling, Nickelodeon’s Avatar: The Last Airbender would be worth checking out. Give it a spin and see if you agree, with the fourth volume of the show’s second season, Book 2: Earth (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$16.99 SRP). Bonus materials include audio commentary from the creators and cast on the 5 episodes featured in this volume.

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As far as comedies go, you can’t get more middle-of-the-road than the baby boomer road flick Wild Hogs (Touchstone, Rated PG-13, DVD-$29.99 SRP) – starring Tim Allen, John Travolta, Martin Lawrence, and William H. Macy as a quartet of suburban schlubs who embark on a cross-country Harley misadventure. It’s non-offensive, amiable, and suburban in its comedy, and is exactly the type of flick that my mother exclaims, “It was so funny!” about. She loved Norbit, too. Bonus features include an audio commentary, an alternate ending, behind-the-scenes featurettes, deleted scenes, and outtakes.

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Only the BBC could turn a long-running show out of the concept of a country vet, and you can experience the complete 7-season run – all 28 discs of it – courtesy of All Creatures Great & Small: The Complete Collection (BBC, Not Rated, DVD-$399.98 SRP). Bonus features include audio commentaries, interviews, a documentary on author James Herriott, and more.

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For the life of me, I can’t understand why Marvel has produced an animated direct-to-video feature of Doctor Strange (Lionsgate, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP) and turned his appearance from the classic visuals of the master of the mystic arts into some emo goth goofball. Bah and feh on a shit redesign for the sake of redesign.

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

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Trailer Park: Just Laying The Groundwork

Filed under: Trailer Park — admin @ 12:03 am

By Christopher Stipp

Archives? Right Here”¦

Instead of manning-up and actually going the emotionally hard route of being outrightly rejected by publishers, I’m rejecting them first and allowing you to give my entire book a preview, let you read the whole thing or, if you like, download the whole damn thing at no cost. Download and read my first book “Thank You, Goodnight” for FREE.

Note #2: I make an appearance on my first ever Podcast with ScreenGeeks Radio right here. I got to talk a little bit about the trials and tribulations of enduring Comic-Con this year and just had a good time talking with Barry, Josh and Dave. Good people and they were really fun to chat with.

I swear I’ll tie this all back to RENO 911’s Ben Garant and Thomas Lennon.

One of the things I like to do with my time is keep up with what’s going on in the media through programs like Studio 360 and On The Media on NPR. A recent edition of OTM, though, had a rousing discussion of the changing paradigms of summer reading lists in the college system. Now, while I figured most reading lists were for us plebes in the English studies there was a mention that other departments were getting into the mix. Books that have a larger worldwide context are where things are going, essentially. Instead of just our notion that America is king and we should only be concerning ourselves with America is becoming outmoded in favor of a global perspective. This brings us to today’s topic of one of the things that were brought up during the story: Barack Obama’s book “Dreams from My Father” was once a part of many university’s reading lists but, with his run for the White House, that book has been shuffled off many a list because some academics at one school thought having young freshman read it would be taken as a sign of “tacit endorsement.”

Obviously, as I write this, there are many of you who never went to college, never plan on going to college, plan on going to some college advertised between episodes of Judge Joe Brown or are ramping up to another year full of learning, social mixing, sexual hijinks and self-exploitation. The one thread that weaves right through all of you, though, is that as a group you are lazy, indifferent, apathetic, listless and every other adjective for roustabout the Oxford English Dictionary has on file. In short, politicians love you because you represent an overwhelmingly large population that has an inverse proportion of voter turnout. For all your hippie talks about changing the world, for all your thoughts of thinking you know how to do things differently, for every grandiose idea of how life will be different you might as well say it to a wall because no one will ever listen to you. You’re pathetic as a group because you’re all talk and no action. You might as well be the big dog down the street on a leash and chain who wakes everyone up in the middle of the night because you can’t shut the hell up as the neighbors wonder how to poison your Gaines Burgers.

In an effort to try and do something, anything, to help get the youth voters out there a little more engaged hallowed television producer Norman Lear (some would say ALL IN THE FAMILY was his crowning achievement I would point to GOOD TIMES, SILVER SPOONS and DIFF’RENT STROKES) has created DECLARE YOURSELF, a site that is the anchor for a major multimedia push heading toward the 2008 election that is a, “nonpartisan, nationwide campaign to empower every 18-year-old in America to register & vote in the 2008 election.” It’s going to partner with sites like MySpace, Yahoo!, Google, YouTube, Comedy Central and vanguards in fashion and sports to help get the word out about making your vote count.

Myself? I don’t know. You 18 year-olds have proven, time and time again, even with campaigns like Rock The Vote and Vote Or Die that you’re a lazy lot who just didn’t care about giving away your personal freedoms over to one of the worst presidents of our time, a hillbilly who thinks nothing of running roughshod over international law, to a vice-president who would sooner turn over the personal information of a member of the CIA because of a personal grudge, and to an instigator of an illegal war that you all obviously care nothing about, statistically speaking.

Go on, young people, and enjoy your US Weekly, your Entertainment Tonight, your unlimited quantities of Mountain Dew: Code Red, your tickets to the latest emo band rocking your packed iPod, your unlimited text messaging (OMFG!), your Colbert Report reruns and let the adults continue to determine how rude of an awakening you’re in for when you have to join the rest of us in the real world.

If you care at all about where you can at least appear somewhat intelligent in conversations about which politician you might might do the least damage to your life once you leave the safe confines of your brick and mortar university get over to DECLARE YOURSELF and enjoy the video that is Ben Garant and Thomas Lennon in one of the best videos I have ever seen that sums up everything pretty well.

I completely support youth campaigns like this one and if it honestly can get a few of you to wake up from your adolescent slumber it is well worth the effort to get you out and vote.

RISE: BLOOD HUNTER (2007)

Director: Sebastian Gutierrez
Cast: Lucy Liu, Michael Chiklis, Carla Gugino, James D’Arcyn
Release: Hopefully on its way to a glue farm in Pahrump, NV.
Synopsis: Sadie (Liu) is an investigative reporter who stumbles upon a dark underground cult that is attracting young Los Angeles hipsters. Lured in by the promise of wild parties, these kids start turning up dead, and when Sadie tries to get to the bottom of their gruesome murders, she becomes a victim herself. She awakens in the morgue, neither dead nor alive, consumed by an overwhelmed craving for blood, and hell-bent on finding the twisted killers that made her this way.

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Prognosis: So Negative I Can Only Laugh. Can anyone out there remember when the best lead-in for a preview told you that it is brought to you by the Producers of a second-rate horror adaptation?

If other movies have to jump over hurdles to get you to buy, the proclamation that this film was produced by the Producers who brought us all the American-ized version of THE GRUDGE this movie just hopes you roll over these speed bumps.

But, that’s neither here nor there, as we got a dead body being wheeled into a morgue space, even has the requisite meat locker, so that’s cool, right? We even are told that the writer of GOTHIKA is on the case for this as well. Hey wait, the meat locker morgue door is kicked open! That’s scary. Man, the love keeps coming”¦

I really don’t know why the bush-league effect of blazing through dozens of scenes at one time is supposed to be a dramatic moment but this just does a disservice to the person trying to comprehend what the film is supposed to be about.

True, this isn’t a movie that’s going to teach me about particle physics but I want some context and, sadly, this is denied.

“Everything happens for a reason.”

You know, on second thought, second look and second time around, I think it’s better to use the confused approach because the truth isn’t very exciting. Besides getting some extended shots of some bra and panty action (the one good thing about this trailer as they understand only 12 year-old boys will gravitate to this production) we’re given one of the lamest set-ups ever for a film: horny couple, one a nympho and the other a swarthy European dirt dag (but, really, aren’t they all?), kill Lu only to have her not be killed and then comes back for revenge.

KILL BILL, THE CROW, CATWOMAN, take your pick about which movie this movie sounds like.

Oh, now we get that it’s a vampire movie without the deep pale contacts. Chiklis gets involved, I’m thinking as a disgraced/out-of-control/maverick cop because that’s what cops are in these kinds of films, and it takes a turn for the worse as the trailer just tries weakly to ballast itself with more girls in bras and panties; if I wasn’t so beyond this kind of marketing I would say this is the best trailer ever.

However, what we’re given as an audience is a jumbled mess of a trailer that doesn’t really explain much. Suffering from MTV syndrome of not letting your eye rest for more than 1.3 seconds as we barrel toward the end of this thing we get Liu’s horrific hair style and mannerisms of some kind of bad ass, something that Quentin Tarantino managed to pull off without nary a question of doubt, but it simply doesn’t work here. The crossbow gun is a nice, comedic touch, as is the Liu lesbian moment (they really know what demo is going to troll on over to see this movie) seems like a desperate grab for attention.

If the best thing I take away from this preview is that I hope Carla Gugino unleashes her wet flour sacks once more in this film then I think your trailer, and movie, are in trouble.

THE BROTHERS SOLOMON (2007)

Director: Bob Odenkirk
Cast:
Will Arnett, Will Forte, Chi McBride, Malin Akerman, Kristin Wiig
Release: September 7, 2007
Synopsis: THE BROTHERS SOLOMON tells the hilarious story of Dean and John Solomon (Forte and Arnett), two good-hearted but romantically-challenged brothers. When they find out their dying father’s last wish is for a grandchild, the brothers set out to find someone to have a baby with. But after spending their formative years being home-schooled by their father in a remote arctic location, their social skills prove to be somewhat lacking and their attempts at fatherhood go hysterically and disastrously wrong.

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Prognosis: Positive. I don’t know why I keep coming back to this well of a trailer but I’m pretty sure it has everything to do with Will Arnett.

And Todd Rundgren. I’m a fan of “Bang on the Drum.” Huge fan.

What’s extraordinary about this trailer is that we’re launched right into the funny. There are no extended conceits with a serious voiceover that eventually yanks the “gotcha!” curtain that anyone with an 8 IQ and a self-regulating respiratory system can detect with a high-degree of certainty and that’s appreciated. This trailer just lays it out with Todd backing it all up.

I like the unflattering still shots of both Wills to introduce them to us; they are excellent in setting the tone for all those watching this thing. The home school snippet, showing us proto-looking church kids, is an excellent dovetail to the just sheer absurd nature of these guys’ lives. From the dart in the nose to the set-up, that the boys Solomon have a rough time with the ladies, just proves how well a trailer can convey information if you’re just smart about what you’re doing and presenting.

Now, even though the obvious lift of Tracey Morgan’s line about putting a baby in you is about as blatant as a blinking neon sign, Will makes it work. El otro Will spins the premise of trying to get a baby made for the 60 Million Dollar Man with just enough subtlety that Jenna Fischer’s quick moment to inject her gift for situational comedy in this trailer works exceptionally well.

Like the movie itself I am sure there will be a scorecard of how many hits and misses there were. In this trailer, though, there are some things that don’t work exceptionally well but the obvious go-to for a giggle, the sperm bank, is the grounds for a quick one-liner that actually feels fresh.

The moment where the Wills try to coax a girl into their car after they were told to spend some time with children in order to learn how to be good parents? Solid. The infant mortality moment? Eh, not so much.

There is a lot to be said to how to sell a comedy. It really is like perfume: not everyone can agree as to what’s funny or worth watching. The trailer here isn’t earth-shatteringly great but in a time of lameness in how we’re being sold this, that or the other thing this looks pretty good for a matinée.

THE DARJEELING LIMITED (2007)

Director: Wes Anderson
Cast: Owen Wilson, Adrien Brody, Jason Schwartzman, Anjelica Huston
Release: September 29, 2007
Synopsis: An emotional comedy about three brothers re-forging family bonds. The eldest, played by Wilson, hopes to reconnect with his two younger siblings by taking them on a train trip across the vibrant and sensual landscape of India.

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Prognosis: Positive. Where’s the love?

Sure, THE LIFE AQUATIC seemed to miss the mark a smidge but that’s no reason to think that this movie is going down the same route just because some think that this trailer is a little esoteric.

I would go on record as saying that I think this trailer is actually quite engaging in the way it not only explains itself but in the way it endears you to all three of these men.

First, I can’t say enough about how nice that we get a quick clip of Owen just laying it right out in the open for us to understand: this is a road movie. Simple enough but it trumps so many other attempts by studios to be as vague as possible so it doesn’t have to commit to any one angle.

As the music slowly starts to slide in and we see the faces of our three men, I only take compunction with Adrien Brody for his corporate cock sucking in the name of Coca-Cola, I hope to come around though, we have been introduced without ever knowing their names. When Owen says that he wants these men who we come to know as brothers to come back together again we obviously set in motion some tension. There isn’t a reason given as to why Owen looks like he got worked by a meat grinder but there’s some sincerity that this road trip is being done in order to bring harmony back to their lives.

Among the details and the tight sense of space there is also the absurd. I can’t help but to admit laughing when the train operator stops the trip in order to let it be known he’s lost. Jason Schwartzman’s question isn’t so much funny as it is just a matter-of-fact statement that feels humorous.

Even though we’re not given much I can still tell that there is something that Owen wants more than anything, togetherness, that Brody is somewhat accepting of it all and that Jason is the one brother who doesn’t process emotion as quickly as his two other brothers. I feel like we’ve been given enough and the musical interlude just serves as a travelogue of how these things come together.

Jason’s question about how their relationships would have been different had they been people, and not brothers, was a poignant way to end this trailer but it’s something that cannot be overlooked: this trailer doesn’t state much but it says everything it needs to.

Next time anyone says that the trailer feels too esoteric I am giving you the right to nipple twist that jackhole into submission.

QSE News: Week In Review – 8/17/2007

Filed under: Columns,News — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:02 am

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Here are today’s top entertainment headlines:

  • qsnews.jpgChristina Applegate isn’t married anymore. Applegate officially ended her marriage to Johnathon Schaech late last week. In related news, the world still doesn’t care about the guy that played Applegate’s brother on the show Married… with Children, whatever his name is/was.
  • Actress Nichelle Nichols, who gained more weight than fame as Lt. Uhura on the original Star Trek series, is heading back to the small tube. Nichols will be joining the cast of Heroes next season as the grandmother to series character Monica.  Nichols was hesitant to join the popular show at first, but when she found out that she wouldn’t be the only cast member that William Shatner has had his penis in, she signed immediately.  In related news, George Takei is the only other cast member that has met William Shatner.
  • The video game Madden NFL 08 was released this week, as eager fans waited outside of stores across the country to be one of the first to get their hands on the game. Over the past 17 years, the series of football video games has sold more than 60 million copies. This year’s game serves up a special treat in the form of a mini game that allows players to live the life of their favorite NFL star by holding out at camp, injecting “The Clear” into their cranks, slapping prostitutes, committing murder, and organizing dog fights.
  • Counting Crows is wrapping up work on their new album, which is due out in November. The album will be titled Saturday Nights, Sunday Mornings and will feature songs that are both “loud and soft.” Geffen, the band’s current record company, is hoping to spur sales by offering a free pair of khaki Dockers with each CD purchase.
  • A (partially) reunited Van Halen is headed out on tour… for real this time. The band, which now consists of bat-shit crazy David Lee Roth, half-tongued guitarist Eddie Van Halen, Alex “Crypt Keeper” Van Halen and Valerie Bertinelli’s son, Wolfgang Van Halen, will be playing 25 dates across the country. The tour is scheduled to be canceled early next month after tickets for all shows have been sold out.
  • The HBO drama John from Cincinnati has been canceled. The show revolved around the struggles of a surfing family in California and never caught on with viewers or critics. Critics credit the shows unpopularity with the fact that it contains a character from Cincinnati and “as everyone knows, nothing good has ever come from Cincinnati.”
  • It is being reported that Marvel Comics is pursuing wrestler Hunter Hearst Helmsley for the title role of Thor in an upcoming movie.  Helmsley, whose real name is Paul Levesque, has had roles in several movies, including another Marvel property, Blade 3.  In casting the wrestler, Marvel hopes to capture a key demographic of 15-25 year old sexually confused males.
  • In a new film called The Wackness legendary actor Ben Kingsley has revealed that he shares an on-screen kiss with the food-phobic “actress” Mary Kate Olsen.  After shooting the scene, Kingsley had nothing but praise for his young, nubile co-star, claiming that the former Full House star “totally gave him a semi…”

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Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 8/17/2007

Filed under: Columns,Thingamabobs — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:01 am

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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • The Kids In The Hall get the heads of their solo careers crushed, Part 1… (Thingamabob)
  • Lennon & Garant’s newest – Balls of Fury… (Thingamabob)

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August 16, 2007

Win the Harry Potter and the Phoenix Game!

Filed under: Contests — widge @ 4:30 am


We’ve teamed up with Electronic Arts to give two lucky winners a copy of the new HARRY POTTER & THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX game. We’re giving away both the Playstation 2 and Wii versions of the game.

How can you enter? All you have to do is fill out the entry form below”¦

Be sure to visit the official HARRY POTTER game site at http://www.ea.com/discoverthemagic and sign up for the newsletter at http://prefctr.ddc.dartmail.net/ea/mf_harrypotter.asp

Contest ends at midnight EST on Tuesday, August 21st.

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All submitted entries must be received by 11:59pm EST on Tuesday, August 21st.

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August 15, 2007

Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 8/16/2007

Filed under: Columns,Thingamabobs — UncaScroogeMcD @ 11:50 pm

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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • Don’t be the guy who does the slow jerk… (Thingamabob)

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Monkey Talk with Paul Dini: Stuffed Animal Stand-Up with Rashy #5

Filed under: Monkey Talk,Quickcasts,Video — UncaScroogeMcD @ 1:44 am

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-By Paul Dini & Rashy

Paul Dini’s “Monkey Talk” (co-hosted by his irrepressible sock monkey son, Rashy) returns with Rashy’s continued attempts to break into the dog-eat-dog world of Stuffed Animal Stand-Up. Be sure to check out Rashy’s official site at LittleRashy.com…

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Nocturnal Admissions: DVD Review, The First Films of Samuel Fuller

Filed under: Columns,Nocturnal Admissions — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:54 am

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Andrew Sarris once famously called Samuel Fuller an “authentic American primitive.” Sarris went on to write that the “excitement Fuller arouses in critics sensitive to visual forms is equaled by the horror he arouses in critics of the Left for the lack of social perspective in his films.”

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The charge of primitivism, which also has a political component suggesting conservative views, became unfashionable as Fuller grew more famous, but seeing his first three films for the first time all in a row, thanks to the new Criterion-Eclipse set, The First Films of Samuel Fuller (Eclipse-Criterion, three discs in slim cases, $44.95, street date Tuesday, August 14, 2007), makes clear why Sarris held this opinion about Fuller back in 1967 when he was compiling his book The American Cinema, which appeared before Fuller became the darling of the German New Wave and before Fuller himself directed Tote Taube in der Beethovenstraße, The Big Red One (1980), White Dog (1982), Les Voleurs de la nuit (1984), Samuel Fuller’s Street of No Return (1989) and the TV movie The Day of Reckoning, which do little to undermine Sarris’s assessment. I don’t think that these films would necessarily modify the “accusation” of primitivism, but some of them were more prestigious. In any case, Fuller’s crude, bombastic style is the very thing that his fans like about him, his knack for cutting through the decorous crap with which most filmmakers drape their projects. Fuller was the original “in your face” director, both figuratively and literally.

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If Sarris overstates Fuller’s political conservatism, which is primarily based on the seeming anti-communist thread in Pick Up on South Street, made for Fox, he also overstates the number of close-ups in I Shot Jesse James. The western is not as dramatically awash in close ups as Sarris asserts, although maybe there were relatively more close ups in Fuller’s film than most of its contemporaries. But they also tend to be highly dramatic, so that, like the lions Potemkin, you tend to remember more of them than were actually there. One suspects that Sarris was going on memory here rather than on a recent reviewing of Jesse James. Fuller political views, as became obvious with later films, and which he enunciated cleaerly in his posthumous autobiography, A Third Face, are of what you might call the “macho Democrat” variety of Hemingway, Mailer, and other dogfaces turned writers.

Jesse James Ireland

It’s true that Jesse James opens with some rather impatient, menacing, disorienting close ups. And Fuller was prone to the shock close up, what Mike Nelson and the film crew call a rouchet. But there is a great deal of variety to Fuller’s visual style, as Sarris also points out. In The Steel Helmet, there is a great deal of camera movement, and Hollywood great James Wong Howe even photographed the low budget The Baron of Arizona.

Sarris places Fuller in that second tier of muscular filmmakers that includes Anthony Man, Robert Aldrich, Nicholas Ray, and Raoul Walsh (Boetticher is in the third tier, but should be up there with these other boys). The big mystery of Fuller’s career, however, is why he didn’t end up like Edgar G. Ulmer. Fuller’s roots had all the proper earmarks, including a vigorous, noirish visual style attached to diverse films labored upon in financially impoverished circumstances. Ulmer was “exiled” to Poverty Row because of his affair with a top executive’s wife. Fuller started there and clawed his way to the top, at at least near the top, with brazenness and sheer force of will.

All three of the films in the Eclipse box were produced by Robert Lippert, a minor if prolific mogul at the time. Lippert’s hefty catalog was recently picked up by Kit Parker films, and this Fuller box appears to be a collaboration between Criterion-Eclipse and Kit Parker. Fuller speaks warmly of Lippert in his memoir. Lippert had the guts to back a neophyte when it was still unusual for a screenwriter to take over the directorial reins.

Fuller makes it clear that he was utterly uninterested in the western aspects of his first film, I Shot Jesse James, released in 1949. Like many of Walsh’s films, it’s really a male love story, a man who killed the thing he loved, which he can only admit with his dying breath. Fuller didn’t care much for Jesse James, whom he called a pervert and a transvestite. But he didn’t share that view with Lippert, to whom he supplied what he was contracted to give, a western. For Fuller, though, it was a shadow play, a morality tale about the mistakes we make in our lurch toward what we take to be freedom.

In the case of Bob Ford (a sometimes visibly intoxicated John Ireland), it is marriage to Cynthy (an unexpectedly rounded and affecting Barbara Britton). His drive to be with Cynthy is so desperate and so inhuman that it screams for subterranean interpretation.

The play begins like all childlike morality plays. “I still have enough to get Cynthy a ring,” Ford mutters to himself idealistically. As Ford, Ireland is an uncertain, stoop shouldered figure, and he walks very much like Henry Fonda, his shirt, at least in the beginning, like John Wayne’s in The Searcher‘s

The film is called I Shot Jesse James, but the point of view is divided up among several protagonists. With whom should we lay our sympathy? In fact, there are no heroes or sympathetic figures in the movie. It is an objective study: and yet it isn’t. Fulller’s sympathy is expansive. He likes everybody. He cannot pick and chose among his characters the way that Hollywood conventionally demands that their directors do.

One thing I noticed from Jesse James was how exquisite a photographer of women Fuller ((in collaboration with his DPs) he happened to be. Britton has one of the longest, most kissable necks in all cinema, and Fuller makes full play with it. Other facets of Fuller’s pre-movie past, when he was a reporter, that are more recognizable are his penchant for headlines to advance the story. Less predictable are the theatrical aspects of the story, that is, that at one point Ford becomes an enactor of his own story on stage, though a poor one. There, he is booed for not killing James, while in the real world he is viewed as a coward and an opportunist. As in all of the Fuller films included in this set, there is a moment when the protagonist is subjected to a terrible public humiliation, in this case when Ford breaks down on stage, his guilt becoming a subject of public discourse.

Being a Lippert production, there is a lax attention to detail. For example, in one scene Ford, referring back to an earlier moment, gets the the number of guys he shot worng. And the day for night contrast in the final shoot out is unnerving. Otherwise, I Shot Jesse James is an efficient, psychologically complex film that is as ravishing a debut as Citizen Kane.

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With Steel Helmet, the second film on the disc, the viewer is in Stanley Kubrick territory: it’s like that director’s unviewable Fear and Desire. At the same time, it anticipates Fuller’s own Shock Corridor. At the same time it is like Fuller’s future Shock Corridor and The Big Red One.

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What is interesting about the film is that one of the name of one of the main characters may have been borrowed by Spielberg for the second Indiana Jones film (“Short Round”), and that unlike most Hollywood films, there is no true heroically buffed main character at the center of the film. Gene Evans, as the man under the steel helmet, is at bottom not likable. That goes against Hollywood practice. But it is fully in line with Fuller’s personal view of what war is like, and what it does to people who fight it.

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The Baron of Arizona is probably one of Fuller’s least seen films, as well as one of the most unusual or unexpected works in his catalog. For those reasons, it is arguably the most revelatory addition to the box. What a bizarre story, and wholly based on actual events! The narrative tells the long, convoluted tale of one man’s attempts to pull the biggest scam in American history. Despite the fact that Vincent Price plays the “villain,” like Gene Evans in Steel Helmet, he sucks at cigars non-stop, like Fuller in real life. There is little doubt that there is an edge of identification by Fuller in the lead characters in these three films.

Baron Vincent Price

And Price sinks his teeth into a role that demands that he play in succession a bureaucrat, a step-father, a monk, a gypsy, a lover, and a baron. There is always something hammy about Price’s approach to roles but here the ham is an indice to the multiple layers of the plot as Price is always acting at being someone he isn’t. And what a lot happens in this plot-packed film, from gypsy raids to lynchings. Decor is subtly, or not to subtly, employed to underscore Price’s rise in power, from a small monk’s cell to a huge office that sports a fabulous map of Arizona behind it, the cake he is about to slice up.

And what a relief that the Eclipse films come shed of supplements. One can dive right into the movies. Many film buffs may demand more than the anonymous text on the inside cover of the slim cases, to me it was a holiday. Thank god I don’t have to either feel guilty for not reading what little there was (as I did not). What the lack of scholarly apparatus also means is that innocent viewers will be able to experience Fuller’s first three films the way original filmgoers did.

Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 8/15/2007

Filed under: Columns,Thingamabobs — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:45 am

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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • For anyone who purchased the Walt Disney Treasures: More Silly Symphonies Volume 2 last year, here’s Leonard Maltin with some information on corrected replacement discs… (Thingamabob)
  • How fast can Sergio Aragones draw? THIS fast… (Thingamabob)
  • And if you’re still in doubt, here’s more… (Thingamabob)
  • And we’ll close with a visit to a quiet mountain town… (Thingamabob)

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August 13, 2007

Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 8/14/2007

Filed under: Columns,Thingamabobs — UncaScroogeMcD @ 11:49 pm

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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • What? You’ve never seen the original ending to Little Shop of Horrors? Well, here’s Part 1… (Thingamabob)
  • Which might put you in the mood to see the dentist… (Thingamabob)

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