Author: UncaScroogeMcD

  • Party Favors: TODAY SHOW special

     

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    NEW YORK CITY – Did I really just do an interview with the Today Show?

    By the time this posts, America will have been inflicted with the sight of me eating Cap’n Crunch with my wife. Leave it to network news to rip the facade off my life and expose the ugly truth – I don’t live in my parents’ basement. I live in my wife’s house. And I make her lunch. And I kiss her goodbye as she heads off to work. And then I get on the internet and make the love for you.

    Some may call me a lazy dog. Others a damn, lazy dog. Hopefully Evan Seinfeld won’t be saying that since I’ve seen him on TV counting out Tera Patrick’s strippin’ cash. And Kevin Federline better not diss me in a rap song.

    I’m not just watching Oprah and eating bon bons. I’m working on my column to make it the greatest document of pop trash. And hey, it got me on the Today Show.

    Because of the last minute nature of the piece, reporter Don Mott couldn’t visit the Casa De Corey. He performed the interview over a cellphone. It was like a modified Charlie’s Angels episode with just Bosley in the office. I’m living with the intense fear of how all my words are going to be twisted around so that I admit that Mel Gibson was speaking the truth and that I’m the reason why we can’t get peace in the Middle East. Plus they’ll have me engaged to Paris Hilton.

    Do I get grief from my friends and family for not being the breadwinner? I can only blame myself for only having degrees in English and Film. Have you ever heard of companies having fights to recruit folks with these degrees? I might as well have gone after a doctorate in Dinosaur Husbandry. At least that would get me on the History Channel Special T. Rex: Gettin’ It On! or was it called Bones That Bone?

    One of my complaints about my lack of a real job is that in video production and publishing, staffs are getting cut. This process was proven when my interview was recorded by a solo production crew. One man did lights, camera and sound. How is anyone supposed to get a foot in an industry where it only wants to pay for one pair of shoes? Even trying to hook up with a publication is such a pain in the ass. Nobody wants to pay or give benefits. Look at how much of your local newspaper is wire reports.

    My favorite moment of the interview is when I blame my outlook on full time employment on Scooby Doo. It’s true. Ever see those kids give a crap about getting a real job? Did you ever see them cash a paycheck? They just went through life solving mysteries and not even collecting reward money – outside of food that Scooby and Shaggy devoured. All the cartoons I watched as a kids were pretty “screw a real career.” Did Fred Flintstone really want to work at the quarry? And do you think if Wilma pulled in the fat dollars, he’d be cracking rocks with dinosaur heads?

    Hopefully Dr. Drew won’t get brought on as a guest commentator. I don’t need to hear Dr. Drew giving his meatball psychology opinion about my life. This is the man who helped unleash Adam Carolla upon America. I thought doctors took an oath to do no harm? He better not call me a KFed-wannabe or I’ll drop latex gloves on him.

    KFed wishes he was me since I get to live the life without having to deal with 4 babies and my wife’s little yappie dogs. At this moment, I don’t have clean feces off my carpet. Plus I didn’t have Matt Lauer’s bare ankles in my living room.

    It’s a shame the Katie Couric couldn’t be the one introducing the piece. We had a history. She even had me put my hand around her when we posed for a pic that’s floating around the internet. Such a scandal. I only wish I’d been invited up to New York so that Willard Scott could have compared scalps with me. I feel bad that when I turn 100, Willard won’t be around to wish me a happy birthday. I can’t blame the guy for not working Saturdays. Do you really think that Willard will ever die?

    So hopefully on Thursday (August 3) between 7 a.m. and 7:30 a.m., I will be an icon for a new generation of dreamers like Shaggy. The strange part is that I won’t be able to watch myself on the Today Show since I’ll be working on an industrial video in the Research Triangle Park. Maybe I’ll get bumped off the show when Mel Gibson and Floyd Landis are caught in Lindsay Lohan’s trailer?

    Just remember folks, it’s all because of my wonderful wife that I’m living the dream. So don’t blow it for me. I got plenty of free time and I know where you live (thanks to my Interpol connections).

    Don’t judge me since you should still be judging Mel Gibson.

     

     

  • Music For The Masses: August 3rd, 2006

     

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    Hello again, friends!  Welcome back to another “hot and sweaty” edition of Music for the Masses, where I, your humble host, have recently returned from the mad-cap festivities of Comic Con, San Diego.  And, as predicted, I spent most of the weekend playing “What In The Hell Is THAT Smell??” with an army of portly, aromatic dorks.  Oh, and in case you’re wondering, the top three smells where, in this order, 1) B.O., 2) Tie between “Bologna Burp” and “Sniper Taco Fart” and 3) Sexual Desperation.  Now, what I DID NOT predict, or even expect, was the number of relatively “normal” people on hand for the event.  Seriously. . .who knew?  

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    Sure every other guy (and girl, for that matter) tended to look like the “Comic Book Guy” from The Simpson’s, but the people I really wanted to see, the “costumed freaks,” were in fairly short supply.  In fact, I had to spend an inordinate amount of time combing the convention hall floor to get a good belly chuckle at a dressed-up geek’s desperate plea for attention.  Good thing I did, though, dear reader, because some of the shit I was able to find, you just wouldn’t believe without photographic evidence.  For instance, would you have believed that a guy spent the entire weekend running around in a diaper?  No, I’m not referring to your grandpa there, Jimmy. . .just some random dude in an adult diaper. . .

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    When dealing with the long lines at Comic Con, never underestimate the convenience of wearing your own restroom.
     

    Of course you wouldn’t.  Who the hell WOULD believe that?  Or how about this snapshot of a “man” I encountered in the Men’s restroom, I shit you not, 10 minutes after hitting the convention floor on Thursday morning. . .

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    Lipstick. . .$5.  Red Hair Ribbon. . .$7.95.  350 lbs. male Snow White who grunts “No mistake, man. . .this IS the Men’s room” as you enter. . .priceless.  Thanks for the clarification, princess.  And check out Johnny BuzzCut there. It appears that I caught him contemplating which “sweater dwarf” he wants to see more, Perky or Pointy.  Good stuff.

    And, of course, what would any self-respecting comic convention be without some Klingons?  Nothing, that’s what.  Sadly, though, these were the only Klingons I could find. . . 

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    Maybe their “race” is dying out due to an apparent aversion to soap and lack of a discernable female gender.  In case you’re wondering, I think the “girl” is there on the right. . .in purple. . .with the beard.  But don’t hold me to that.

    Speaking of “discernable female genders”. . .I knew going in that the comic book and sci-fi world’s are packed with super-hot chicks.  Any self-respecting geek does.  But after battling through hordes of hairy-chinned “women” on the convention floor, all of whom could easily play offensive line for the Indianapolis Colts, I had all but given up hope of actually seeing a babe.  So, imagine my surprise at stumbling across this gal. . .

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    . . .and finding out that a) she couldn’t break a $20 and b) she wasn’t even a stripper.  Oh well, thanks anyway, baby Jesus and George Lucas!!  But hey. . .don’t think Princess Hot Box there was the only beauty I spied with my “little eye.”Â  A few moments later, after battling through a pack of sweaty teens, all of whom smelled vaguely of banana-scented Clorox ®, I happened upon this hottie outside of the Marvel booth. . .

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    I see London. . .I see France. . .
     

    Feeling dizzy as the blood rushed from one brain to the other, I battled my way through the teeming, acne-scarred masses and headed outside.  Spotting two, actual babes. . .not drawings, but in person, no less. . .had me disoriented.  I needed air.  Once outside, I decided it was time to head back to the hotel for some “quality alone time,” but as I rounded the corner. . .BAMF!!. . .I ran straight into these. . .

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    Yep, that’s Power Girl.  Now, I’m not 100% sure that she possessed any ACTUAL super powers, but in the movie I made up of her in my mind, she DOES have the ability to suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Oh, and umm. . .not sure how I captured that last picture there.  Damn camera must have been stuck in “zoom” mode or something.  Yeah, that’s it.

    Seriously, folks. . .3 super hot chicks in the span of 15 minutes. . .all in one day.  In fact, as far as I could tell, these were the only 3, super hot chicks at the entire convention.  The rest looked like this. . .

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    Eerie. . .the one looks EXACTLY like Kevin. . .if he were Hispanic. . .and a chick.
     

    Suffice it to say, though, even without a multitude of hot, half-naked ladies or “costumed dorks,’ Comic Con was an INCREDIBLE time and I highly recommend that you check it out at some point.  Oh, and if you do?  Tell Slave Leia I said “hey” and ask her if she found my class ring.  I haven’t seen it since we. . .umm, never mind. 

    But enough about all that, friends, for it’s time now to put Comic Con behind us and turn our attention to some new music. This time out, we’ll be checking out new releases from some old favorites, Tom Petty and Sammy Hagar.  Plus, Double A is back and checks in with the new one from Dead Prez and the Outlawz.  So what do you say, friends?  Let’s get to it!!   Of course, before we begin, I know you’re excited, but I’m going to have to ask that you turn off your light sabers now.  Go ahead. . .I can wait.  All right, then. 

    m4m-august3-tphc Artist: Tom Petty
    Album: Highway Companion
    Bastard Love Child of: Don’t make me smack you. . .
    Best for: Wondering how many times Tom and the band had to re-shoot that cake scene because they kept eating “Alice’s” naughty bits.

     

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    Here’s something for you to chew on. . .over the course of a career that’s now spanned 30 years (50 million in sales. . .16 Grammy nominations), Tom Petty has yet to crank out a crappy album.  Sure, some are better than others (especially Full Moon Fever which suckles at the teat of greatness) but each and every one of his discs has hit the mark by serving up a heapin’ slab of solid, Petty pop/rock. Thirty years of that type of consistency is an amazing accomplishment, no matter how you slice it.  Hell, to put it in a different context for you, in 30 years, my only “amazing” accomplishments were learning how to burp the alphabet and to count to 21 without being naked.  

    With his new, solo release (Petty’s third sans Heartbreakers), Highway Companion, Petty keeps his amazing streak intact by cranking out music that represents his best work in years.  Sure, Petty’s starting to get a little long in the tooth and he’s looking more and more like the Crypt Keeper every day, but the dude still rocks. . .even without the Heartbreakers.  And this new disc does, indeed, rock.  However, without his long-time band backing him, the album’s sound is bit softer than some of his previous work, coming across as a stripped down version of 1989’s Full Moon Fever, and Petty is forced to play all of the instruments (rhythm guitar, drums, harmonica, electric piano, bass, and lead guitar) himself.

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    Highway Companion starts off strong with “Saving Grace,” a song featuring a groovy, little boogie that will probably have ZZ Top, or even John Lee Hooker, questioning copyright infringement.  This track not only serves as the perfect, rocking start to the record but also serves as the first, wide-release single. . .and a great one, to boot.  Subsequent songs, like the sparsely accoustic “Square One,” the classic-sounding “Turn This Car Around” and the insanely catchy “Jack,” all unfold easily and re-enforce the albums “traveling the road of life” theme.

    And speaking of traveling, Petty’s one-time band mate in the Traveling Wilburys, Jeff Lynne, he of the white-man afro and Amber Vision â„¢ shades, shows up to add some production muscle and, with the Heartbreaker’s Mike Campbell, keeps things nice and tidy.  The album hits a bit of a snag towards the end of the disc, as the last couple of songs drop into a mid-tempo rut, however, for the most part, Highway Companion is one hell of a trip and a must have for any Petty fan.

    Rating:  4 out of 5

    m4m-august3-shaw Artist: Sammy Hagar & The Wabos
    Album: Livin’ It Up
    Bastard Love Child of: Jimmy Buffet and the Red Rocker.
    Best for: Realizing that you don’t make margaritas with really good tequila. It’s a waste. Oh, and that Sammy is doing just fine without the Van Halen’s.

     

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      If you are a fan of Van Halen, you’ve inevitably had a drunken conversation, bordering on an argument, with your friends regarding who was the better front man. . .”Diamond” David Lee Roth, the flamboyant, spandex-wearin’, karate-kickin’showman, or the laid back, frizzed-out, guitar-slingin’ “Red Rocker,” Sammy Hagar.  I’ve heard good arguments for both sides, but I’ve always found it kind of hard to give a shit.  You see, for me, I’m a fan of both versions of Van Halen and I give both front men kudus for bringing their own sound and personality to the mix.  However, recently I’ve begun to change my mind and as far as I am concerned, David Lee Roth can piss off, “doll hair” and all.  I’m throwing my vote to Sammy.  “Why” you ask?  That’s easy.  Tequila.  Plain and simple, Sammy makes a kick ass tequila and daddy loves tequila.  If you’ve never tried Cabo Wabo Reposado, you have no concept of what you’re missing.  Sure it’s a little pricey, but it goes down smooth and is the perfect ingredient for a night of fun.  Just ask this guy. . .

     

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    Who said that gaining admittance to the Lance Bass Fan Club would be easy?
     

    Now, if you haven’t been keeping track, it’s been 10 years since Sammy was unceremoniously booted from Van Halen for having, according to Eddie, “a shitty work ethic.”  Or, as I’m sure it sounded coming out of Eddie’s mouth, “ah thittee wa ekik.”  Really, Eddie?  Let’s see, during that time, the “Red Rocker” has released 6 studio albums.  Eddie?  You’ve released one, Van Halen III. . .and that doesn’t even really count.  So refresh my memory.  who has the shitty work ethic?  Granted, Sammy has never experienced solo success anywhere near the levels that he had with Van Halen, but it’s not for lack of effort.  In fact, two of the 6 discs he has released since leaving the band attempted to capture his stadium rocking days with a big, overblown sound and dizzying guitar work.  Unfortunately, both fell flat.  

    The other four discs, including this new one, Livin’ It Up, were recorded with his band, the Wabos (David Lauser on drums, Vic Johnson on guitar and Mona on bass) and it’s in these collaborations where Sammy has really shined.  Hagar and the Wabos craft music that perfectly matches Sammy’s party attitude and lifestyle with many of the songs centering on nothing more than hanging out at bars, getting drunk and partying on the beach.  More or less, he’s making musical “commercials” for his tequila and cantina’s, but what the hell.  Whatever works, man.  

    Not all of the songs on this new disc are originals, but all share the same vibe.  For instance, Sammy rocks out new covers of Dylan’s “Rainy Day Woman #12/#35,” Toby Keith’s “I Love This Bar” and Kenny Chesney’s “One Sip.”Â  Yeah, I’m not sure what the hell the country songs are doing on this disc either, but surprisingly, they work really well.  But again, this is not just a cover album.  Hagar kicks off the disc with the self-penned, bluesy rocker “Sam I Am” and a more traditional sounding “The Way We Live.”  Hell, he even throws in a tropical-tinged tune, “Living on a Coastline” that could make Jimmy Buffett sport wood.

    So, as I’m sure you’ve probably gathered, you don’t pick up a disc like this for it’s social relevancy.  You pick a disc like Livin’ It Up because of it’s “fuck it” attitude and because it is a fun, little throw-away that can serve your summer parties well.  In that regard, Sammy’s music is a lot like his tequila.  

    Rating:  3.5 out of 5

    AND NOW A WORD FROM DOUBLE A. . .

    m4m-august3-dpao Artist: Dead Prez & Outlawz
    Album: Can’t Sell Dope Forever
    Bastard Love Child of: Lyle Lovette and the fat Dixie Chick.
    Best for: Reminding you how good other rap albums are.

    Whenever I think of Dead Presidents, I think of two things.  The first being that kick ass movie from the 90s about the bank robbers that paint their faces up.  That movie ruled.  Seriously, I painted my face a lot after I saw that movie.  Here’s a picture”¦ (courtesy of http://www.punkrockpenguin.net/)

     

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    The other thing that I think about is the movie Point Break.  Why is that you ask?  Because of those crazy president masks that Patrick Swayze and his crew were rocking while they robbed banks.  Regan, Nixon, that other guy. . .they’re all dead now.  What does all this have to do with the CD from Dead Prez and Outlawz?  Not a damn thing.  I just like reminiscing about dead Ronald Reagan.  It makes me happy.

    Another thing that makes me happy is a good rap disc.  Unfortunately, Can’t Sell Dope Forever doesn’t exactly make me happy.  It isn’t bad, but on the flip side, it sure as hell isn’t good.  Let me put it this way, a way that myself and other large individuals can easily relate too.  Candy.  Not just candy, but the most delicious candy on earth, a Zagnut bar.  Now imagine that someone takes a perfectly good Zagnut bar and spits on it.  Being a fat guy, I’m still going to eat the tasty Zagnut bar, but it certainly won’t be as good as it could have been.  That’s how I feel after listening to this disc.

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    There are several things on this disc that bug me.  First up?  The beats.  There really is nothing on this album that makes my ears perk up and say “wow.”Â  The beats are fairly standard, with little variation throughout the course of the song.  And as we have all learned by now, rap and Hip Hop ain’t shit without good beats.  The lone standout is the song “Fork In the Road” which has a strong baseline accompanied by an acoustic guitar.  Nice work, Prez. 

    Next up is the lyrics.  Again, not all the lyrics are bad, in fact a lot of them are pretty good.  This is a whole package deal.  I’m looking for great rhythms paired with great rhymes.  But with this disc, you just don’t get that.  The really good lyrics have sub par beats, and the awesome beat has lame-ass words.  The song that comes closest to hitting the musical G-Spot is the last song on the album, “Came-Up.”Â  Featuring Layzie Bone from Bone Thugs, the raps are good, and the beat is almost there, but it still doesn’t hit that plateau of being a phenomenal song.

    So color me annoyed, because this disc could have been so much better.  Both Dead Prez and the Outlawz have released some great stuff in the past so one would naturally assume that together they would be unstoppable.  Sadly, that’s just not the case.  Too bad. Too bad.

    Rating:  2 out of 5 

    Well. . .there you have it friends. Hope you enjoyed yourself! Until next time, keep wearing it proud and playing it loud!

    Send your “Hot Chick” Comic Con pictures, review copies, presents and assorted hate mail to:

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

     

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  • Monkey Talk with Paul Dini: Comic-Con Teaser

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    -By Paul Dini & Rashy

    Paul Dini’s Monkey Talk (co-hosted by his irrepressible sock monkey son, Rashy) returns with a preview of the Comic-Con 2006 interviews to come. Be sure to check out Rashy’s official site at LittleRashy.com

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  • Brat-halla #139: Norse Force – Substi–

    by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

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  • Noctural Admissions: DVD, The Prisoner

     

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    On my crowded desk right now are seven books just on  The Prisoner, ranging from episode guides to serious considerations of its philosophical and political implications. All are fascinating, just as the show was fascinating when it was first broadcast on Britain’s ITV on October first,  1967 (it hit America on CBS in June 1968).

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    Also on my desk is  The Prisoner: Complete Series Megaset (40th Anniversary Edition), the latest publication of the whole 17-episode series, from A&E Channel video library.   The Prisoner was originally issued in five individual box sets in April of 2001, and simultaneously in one big box for $150. The new  Prisoner megaset hit the street on July 25th (retailing for $139.95), cheaper, apparently, because of the thinpak cases, even though the set features new pull out material.  The new set has sharp transfers and the addition of a booklet on the series and a fold out map of the village, and, as far as I can tell, the addition of DD Stereo tracks on the discs (though some on line reviews indicate that the discs are the same as the previous set’s).

     The Prisoner made its debut to hosannahs from the print media, grateful for brain candy finally manufactured in that vast wasteland. But  The Prisoner may have been too brainy. It has the encoded thematic complexity of a Pre-Raphaelite painting, and what the reviewers at the time couldn’t know, a production crew in disharmony. Co-creator and story editor George Markstein left halfway though and one key collaborator, director Don Chaffey, also escaped. McGoohan himself eventually “left” the show, closing it down and ending it abruptly rather than continue with a second season. The consequence is that ultimately  The Prisoner is inconsistent. Like certain plays of Shakespeare or the Sherlock Holmes canon, it contradicts itself. Thus there can be no set answer to what  The Prisoner is about, based solely on critical interpretation of the show. This does not negate the fact that  The Prisoner is a great television show,

    Forever after, Markstein and McGoohan would bicker in print over who invented the show. Was Markstein, who was a Jewish refugee (not American, as the Wikipedia has it) from Hitler’s Europe, really a spy himself, one with inside knowlege of a secret camp in Scotland used to rehabilitate spies? Or did the show’s idea come from the causal comment McGoohan heard at a cocktail party from a member of the governmental elite, when the actor posed the casual question, Where  do spies go when they retire?

    The best way to approach  The Prisoner is through its credit sequence. It’s one of the most unusual openings in television history. For one thing, it is just over three minutes long, and each week walked the viewer though the premise all over again: how a spy resigned in some kind of fit of moral outrage and then woke up to find himself trapped on a bucolic holiday isle seemingly under the supervision of his former masters. In a way, and perhaps like all credit sequences, it promises more than the show can deliver. It is like a music video, all highlights and tease.

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    The credit sequence for  The Prisoner begins with a crack of thunder and the sight of ominous dark clouds. There has been a momentous rift in the social fabric, public and secret.

    Then there is the simultaneous sounds of bongos on the soundtrack from the score by Ron Grainer, and the sight of a long road whose vanishing point issues forth a yellow Lotus 7. Close up, we see the intense, angry driver, Patrick McGoohan. The usual immediate association for him is with John Drake, his character in  Danger Man or Secret Agent, the cultish, sober spy program that aired off and on from from 1960 to 1968. Controversy reigns over whether this driver is Drake (McGoohan has “denied” it).

    In successive shots, the man progresses from lonely road to London, past a church (Westminster Cathedral? That would tie in with McGoohan’s Catholicism, and the religious symbols he is said to have planted in the show; in any case, it is a really famous landmark and I am a dummy for not instantly recognizing it), and then turns right and descends into a parking garage. Next the man is shown walking angrily down a hallway with checkerboard lighting, passing in and out of shadow, his footfalls thumping ominously, not unlike Lee Marvin in the airport at the beginning of  Point Blank, also made in 1967.

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    The man, this future prisoner, known as P in the script and No. 6 in the Village, is then shown pacing back and forth in front of an inpassive bureaucrat. This is not the way James Bond treated M. The man behind the desk in the credits is played by George Markstein, his only screen appearance. Pounding the table, P is obviously angry about somthing. But what? And if he is angry, and telling the bureaucrat why he is angry, and offering up a resignation letter, why are the Villagers so curious about why he resigned during the subsequent 17 hours?

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    P has left. While he travels through the city his photo (a publicity shot of John Drake) is processed by automation as resigned. P arrives home and moves furiously around his digs. He trows a batch of travel brochures into his his suitcase. In a sense, he will get the vacation he seeks, transported shortly to a faraway locale.

    While P is in his flat packing for a holiday, a tall funereal Edwardian figure pulls up  in a hearse behind P’s Lotus and approaches the door. In broad daylight he attaches a large tube to the keyhole, releasing thick white powder or gas into the flat. Note how often doors and doorways figure in the credit sequence as they do in the subsequent show itself. Portals to authority. Thresholds to secrets that don’t exist.

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    Sensing the gas P stops abruptly. For the first time we see the patented McGoohan freeze, a sudden tensing created in mid flight. He falls back onto a chesterfield and falls asleep.

    Part of McGoohan’s appeal as an actor, at least a lead TV actor is his sardonic independence, his misleading seriousness broken up by real physical wit, and his his suave twitchiness, found in those bizarre stops and starts. He has a face made for the small screen, handsome yet odd, with protuberant eyes, and a voice with several different tones or accents in it at once. An international man. As partially a vanity project, McGoohan must carry the show, and he does.

    But the credit sequence (in which there is a dearth of actual credits)  still isn’t over. P awakens in what appears to be the same room, but utside his window is a new locale. Here the music changes to a haunting theme with guitar and harmonium (?).

    Now for the first time, words, in voice over, we hear words that summarize the hierarchies of life in the Village. It’s a dialogue between the Prisoner and that episode’s No. 2.

    The Prisoner asks, “Where am I?”

    The answers: “In the Village.”

    “What do you want?”

    “Information.”

    “Whose side are you on?”

    “That would be telling. We want information. Information. Information!”

    “You won’t get it.”

    “By hook or by crook, we will.”

    “Who are you?”

    “The new Number 2.”

    “Who is Number 1?”

    “**You are Number 6.”

    “I am not a number – I am a free man!” To which No. 2 laughs sadistically.

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    The dialogue is a mix of libertarianism and Lewis Carroll, with a hint of Holocaust anxiety (quarantined men stamped with numbers). Under it we see the current No. 2, the monitoring devices, the beach, and the Rover, the large weather balloon dragooned into being the Village cop. The power of the sequence is in the quick editing and the great music. The first half harks back to silent cinema (so does the second half, though: it doesn’t really need the dialogue, though it is helpful). The sequence manipulates the viewer just as the Village seeks to manipulate the Prisoner, psychologically, except the goal is to inform, not mislead or trick, as in the barrage of psychological experiments the Village tries on No. 6.

     

    Brochures

     

    To me, the most interesting part of the credit sequence is No. 6 rashly tossing in some travel brochures. He doesn’t know where he is going, he just has to get out of there, some where far away, and preferably sunny. He gets his wish. The Village is an even-climed resort where, as we learn, all your needs are met (if you comply). It’s half prison, half retirement home. Is the Prisoner the center of its attention? Does it exist  solely to pry out of him his secrets? It’s raison d’etre changes in the course of the show, but that is one possible theory. Still,  The Prisoner remains one of the greatest TV shows of all time, and continually rewards repeat viewings. It’s one of the tightest focused shows, anticipating the conceptual type of show such as  24 and  Lost only now coming to American television.

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    The full frame transfers are crisp and clean, and the English (with subtitles) Dolby Digital 2.0 stereo is fine, with all 10 discs in thinpaks. New to the set is a 60-page “Limited Edition” pamphlet with episode summaries and trivia, and a map of the Village.

    All the extras are carried over from the old set: interviews with production manager Bernie Williams, rare footage of the 1966 location shooting, with commentary by production designer Bernie Williams, “The Prisoner Video Companion,”an alternate edit of the episode “The Chimes of Big Ben,” “Foreign File Cabinet” footage, original broadcast trailers, original series promotional trailer, gallery of promotional materials and production stills, “interactive” map of the Village, and trivia quizs.

    A&E’s discs can be controversial. There are running time discrepancies, transfer issues, and pricing outrages. This strikes me, a neophyte, as a good set, though I’m searching the net for a close, detailed analysis of the transfers.

     

  • Preachin’ from the Longbox: Right In Two

     

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    This Week’s Sermon – “Right In Two”

    August 1, 2006

    The 2006 Summer Con has officially started out with a bang. Last weekend (just in case you’ve been rendered into a short-term memory amnesiac), San Diego Comic-Con, also known as “Nerd Prom” from some of the mainstream media, was in full swing at the same time as a motion picture sequel of an 90s indie flick directed by some auteur hit the theaters.

    (By the way, don’t think that I didn’t notice that the pot-calling-the-kettle-black irony of the whole “Nerd Prom” label. Believe it or not, most of those old high school newspaper people who were just as gawky and yes, even nerdy as comic book fanboys and fangirls. Really freaking hilarious. I mean, isn’t the original part-time job of Peter Parker, nerd boy extraordinaire, that of a newspaper photographer? Stan the Man was maybe a great writer but he didn’t just come up with that vocation on his own.)

    But rather than delve into the past (meaning re-hash everything that has been said about this year’s SDCC), I’d rather turn my gaze to the next stop on the summer comic book convention season, which would be WizWorld Chicago.

    As I think about the so-called nerds invading the Windy City, I remember something coming out of that show a couple of years back. You might remember it since I gave a quick shout-out to it during my now-classic Top Comic Book Soundtracks column.

    In his own panel, Brian Michael Bendis brought out this idea of having a Batman/Daredevil one-shot crossover; quite possibly in hopes of eliciting a massive reader uproar that it would force the hands of both Marvel and DC to patch up their bitter rivalry (at least for the time it would take to write, draw and publish said one-shot).

    Well, if you’re wondering what happened, then you haven’t been following the politics of comics that closely. The possibility of any type of joint DC/Marvel cross-publication was thoroughly squashed by Paul Levitz. No ifs, ands, or buts. And you can plainly see that it has been status quo ever since. DC’s “Infinite Crisis” begat Marvel’s “House of M” which begat “52” which begat “Civil War”; each one trying to top the other in both units sold and number of monthly comic books affect by these company-wide crossovers. (I would mention “Identity Disc” as part of that equation but it ended up being just a figurative jab at DC’s “Identity Crisis” and a pretty pathetic one at that.)

    Again, as always with these corporate fights, the real losers are the consumers. While the public reception for the D.G. Chichester/Scott McDaniel “Daredevil and Batman” of the late 90s (prior to this most recent embargo) was somewhat mixed, there’s no doubt how the fans would’ve clamored to see Bendis and Oeming’s take on the team-up.

    So, instead of waiting until the comic industry’s version of the Cold War to thaw out, I’ve decided to honor BMB’s actions two years ago by offering what I think would be great Marvel/DC cross-publisher team-ups that would no possible way of seeing the light of day. Just consider the sub-byline of this column to be “The Theater of the Preacher’s Mind”.

     (Of course, what would a PftL column be without a few disclaimers: 1 ““ there is no order in the team-up sequences; these ideas are represented as they came out of my brain. Yes, it is very tragic. 2 ““ the creative teams do not take into account current exclusivity contracts. Yes, this is my world and you should thank me for being a part of it. And 3 ““ if any one of these ideas see print, I’m laying claim to some residuals that should come my way. That last one is just a lame attempt into deriving some income from this column. Like I said before, these team-up won’t possibly happen.)

    With that outta the way, here are:

    PftL’s Five Marvel/DC Team-Ups that will never happen

     

    Batman/Daredevil

     

    Batman/Daredevil
    Creative Team: Brian Michael Bendis/Jim Lee
    How the Team-Up Happens: Matt Murdock is called to Gotham to represent Two-Face, which royally pisses Batman off to the point of confronting Murdock to let him know that he’ll keep his eye on him. Misunderstandings and fisticuffs commence.
    Why the Team-Up/Creative Team: Well, I can’t really have a column at all without giving some props to this potential cash cow. And like I said before, even though this team-up has been done before (to some extent), you would almost bet the farm (or at the very least a couple of your offspring) that this book, in these guys’ capable hands would blow up big time. Daredevil’s catholic guilt-laden crusade against the violence in Hell’s Kitchen is very similar to the Dark Knight’s one in Gotham (without the religious overtures and the influx of young sidekicks respectively). Creatively, Bendis knows his way around the crime drama genre about as well as anyone out there; reading his take on these two brothers from different mothers would be a treat. And I shouldn’t have to explain Jim Lee’s selection for art duties but suffice it to say that with his relatively recent change in pencil drawing technique, his characters seem to be more fluid than his old Marvel/Image days. Then again, I’m more than biased towards the man’s body of work. So, he can do no wrong as far as I’m concerned.

    Doom Patrol/Fantastic Four

     

    Doom Patrol/Fantastic Four
    Creative Team:
    Keith Giffen/J.M. DeMatteis/Kevin Maguire
    How the Team-Up Happens: The Doom Patrol is thrown into the Phantom Zone and is pulled to the Baxter Building by the FF as part of the exploration of a Weird Negative Zone phenomenon
    Why the Team-Up/Creative Teams: With this creative team, they’ve done wonders for such teams like the Justice League International and the Defenders. So, instead of going to the well a second time (or third for the JLI), I would love to see them mine comedy gold from the first family of Marvel and the oddballs of the DCU. Let’s face it ““ a team-up featuring the Torch and the Thing bickering at each other with Reed’s pained expressions in the background played up against Robotman and Beast Boy clashing at every turn would make for a pretty good read; especially when you consider Maguire’s talent for realistic facial expressions. Plus, I would love hearing such snide remarks about the obvious comparisons between both the X-Men and Challengers of the Unknown. This one may have to be at least a two-parter.

     

    Deadpool/Plastic Man

     

    Deadpool/Plastic Man
    Creative Team:
    Gail Simone/Ed McGuinness
    How the Team-Up Happens: Deadpool is contracted out to assassinate Eel O’Brien (a.k.a. Plastic Man) and wackiness ensues
    Why the Team Up/Creative Team: This selection is also caught up with the funnies. I have to concede that this one (as well as the FF/DP team-up) is probably an unconscious decision on my part due to all of the grim and ultra-serious superhero books that are out right now. Besides, who wouldn’t love to read this story? First, it’ll be written by Simone, who was criminally overlooked when she wrote DP the series was given the axe. Then, team her up with Deadpool fan fav McGuinness, whose hybrid Manga/traditional animation, bigger than life action scenes flavor are uniquely his own. A mix that would result in the comic industry getting a one-shot that would sell as well as Supernova’s first CD. Okay, I’m kidding ““ I would guarantee that it would sell better than this supposed “supergroup”. Now if you’re talking Army of Anyone, then all bets are off.

     

    Adam Strange/Nova

     

    Adam Strange/Nova
    Creative Team:
    Alexandro Jodorowsky/Juan Gimenez
    How the Team-Up Happens: Adam Strange is on his usual Zeta Beam journey to Rann until the Thanagarians, using technology devised by Sardath, diverts Strange to the Marvel Universe where he bumps into Nova.
    Why the Team-Up/Creative Team: In the past couple of years, both publishers have gone back to some of their sci-fi pulp roots with some degree of success. So, it would make sense to capitalize on this trend by getting a couple of their hot-tempered space heroes in a by the book, classic mix-up team-up. However, if these creators were to be used, the book would be thrown out the window.

    Jodorowsky is a renowned writer over on the other side of the Atlantic (ya know, in the place where comics gets their collective respect as a viable artistic medium) and has been on point with the tragic, poignant, over-the-top “Metabarons”. (By the way, if you haven’t read at least the first trade, you are doing yourself a great disservice. Plus, you can get extra cool points with your capes-and-tights friends by showing them the light. As always, I’m here to provide a service as well as entertain.)

    The artist on “Metabarons”, Gimenez, knows how to draw anything that would be considered futuristic but in such a way that it looks very plausible ““ from guns to space ships to naked alien hoes. Plus he can do humor as his “Leo Roa” series can attest. And how these guys roll, I would love to see this one-shot be the only one to get both a Marvel MAX and DC Vertigo stamp.

     

    Dr. Strange/Zatanna

     

    Dr. Strange/Zatanna
    Creative Team: Michael Avon Oeming/Neil Vokes
    How the Team-Up Happens: A flux in the Marvel Universe’s magik realm created by the dreaded Dormammu sends Dr. Strange spiraling towards the DCU and a meeting with Zatanna to help him get back to his proper home but not without clashing on magic’s best practices.
    Why the Team-Up/Creative Team: Of all of the mystics that abound at both Marvel and their Distinguished Competition, I usually gravitate towards these two. Strange is always played to be so bohemian which appeals to my interests in Eastern Philosophy. Plus, he always has the best incantations like Dread Dormammu, Hosts of Hoggoth, All-Seeing Agamotto, and Vishanti just to name a few. Then, you have Zatanna, the fanboy’s veritable wet dream all wrapped up in fishnets, a man’s tuxedo shirt, and top hat. Very nice. Then you have her backwards delivery of her enchantments, which lends to her uniqueness. It’s the Zen-like mystic meeting the Vegas performer. Let’s face it – these two are meant to cross paths at some point.

    Crazy Mel GibsonAs for the creative teams, I feel that Oeming is becoming known for his writing than his artwork; a tough act to do considering his tremendous work on Powers and Hammer of the Gods. But after reading some of his Thor work (and HotG), I’m sure that he can prove that he more than a one-trick Norse pony. Or would that be steed? Then you have Mr. Vokes who has been in the biz for some time but his name never seems to come up in regards to fan popularity, which I don’t get. His line work is tight and his action scenes are solid enough that he almost never has to revert to an overuse of splash pages (a crutch used by many successful artists in this Modern Age ““ Mr. Lee included). If you take into account that Vokes never got his chance with his Dr. Strange pitch due to change in publishing focus (more X-titles, less everything else), he kinda deserves another shot. If you have doubts on this selection, just go check out Parliament of Justice. You won’t be disappointed and you’ll be able to see that I’m so in the right with this last selection.

    Now, I might be as loony as Mel Gibson on a serious bender but I can’t for the life of me figure out why DC and Marvel won’t make a way to get these books done. I mean, we, as the buyers of comics, should be the driving force in making the decisions on what books to publish. And right now, everyone is trying to streamline their universes while still trying to cover any available shelf space with as many issues as possible. However, that’s not good enough, at least for me. Right now, I’m not just talking about stopping this insane need for Dc and Marvel to make all of their books into one big company crossover. They can do that all they want since I’m not buying most of them. I’m talking about making our collective voices heard by saying we want these cross-publisher team-ups. Comics should be a place where creativity flows freely and allows ideas to come to fruition. Right now, it’s not. And that’s as sad as hearing that Eddie Van Halen has been reduced to scoring instrumentals for porn. I guess he’s gotta pay for his alimony and child support somehow and since VH is basically down the tubes, sleepwalking through a Joe Satriani/Steve Vai rip-off is about what he’s been reduced to doing. But this career turn suddenly gives a whole new meaning to “Ain`t Talkin` `Bout Love”, doesn’t it?

    Alright, I’m off the Longbox this week. Tune in on August 14th as I will be doing something that I’ve never done in this column before in an all-new special. Until then, keep your bags & boards together and your continuity straight.

    -britt

     

  • DVD Late Show: TV for Insomniacs

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    August 2, 2006

    Welcome back to the Late Show! This week, I’ve got reviews of virtually every damned TV-on-DVD box set that’s shown up in my mailbox over the last couple of months”¦and that’s a lot!

    Since I don’t have cable or satellite, the only TV shows I watch these days are on DVD, and I prefer it that way. No commercials, pop-up blurbs or station I.D. “bugs,” no trimming for syndication, and most of the time, there’s extra features like bloopers, cast and crew interviews and creator commentaries to enrich the experience”¦ as far as I’m concerned, it’s the only way to watch TV. Judging from the DVD-on-TV sales figures, a lot of other people think that way, too.

    So, let’s get to the reviews. We’ve got private eyes, outer space adventurers, live-action and cartoon superheroes and even a couple very different kinds of secret agents, so there should be something here for just about all of you”¦

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    Of all of the genre shows that I loved as a child, very few hold up well today. Fortunately, one of the rare exceptions has just hit DVD in its first full-season set: THE INCREDIBLE HULK ““ SEASON ONE (1977).

    Based on the Marvel Comics character and starring TV veteran Bill Bixby (MY FAVORITE MARTIAN, THE MAGICIAN), THE INCREDIBLE HULK told the tale of a benevolent scientist named David Banner, who accidentally overdoses on gamma radiation during an experiment. Because of this, whenever he gets angry or stressed, he physically transforms into a muscular, inarticulate green giant (Lou Ferrigno, THE ADVENTURES OF HERCULES). When a fellow scientist is killed in an explosion blamed on the Hulk, Banner is also presumed dead in the blast. Rather than turn himself in to the authorities to be locked up and experimented on, Banner instead decides to take to the road, hiding his true identity and searching for a way to reverse his condition. Cue the sad piano music.

    With the sincere and sympathetic Bixby as Banner, THE INCREDIBLE HULK was a surprisingly successful remake of the previous decade’s mega-hit show, THE FUGITIVE, spiced up with just a dash of fantasy. In both shows, our hero wanders the countryside, pausing briefly in his travels to involve himself in people’s lives, and managing to solve their problems just as the time comes to move on again. The beauty of the formula, though, is that it works. What you end up with is essentially an anthology show with a continuing lead: one episode can be pure soap opera, another a crime thriller, the next, a scaled-down disaster flick. The drama keeps the grownups watching, and as long as Banner “Hulks out” twice an episode, the kids are happy, too.

    Universal has released various episodes of this show on DVD previously (to tie-in with the Ang Lee feature film from a few years ago), but this is the first full-season release. As such, it contains both original 2-hour TV movies, and the ten episodes that followed, when the show was picked up as a mid-season replacement series. Compared to other TV shows of this vintage ““ especially from Universal ““ HULK looks incredible! Presented in its original 1.33:1, full-frame format, most of these episodes look like they were shot today. Picture quality is remarkably sharp, with solid colors, no obvious artifacts and only occasional instances of print damage, dust or speckling. The only audio option is good old Dolby mono, but it’s crystal clear and well-balanced.

    Extras are minimal: there’s a commentary track by writer/producer/director Kenneth Johnson on the first TV movie (recycled from a previous DVD release of that film), and an episode from Season Two, “Stop the Presses,” has been slapped onto the last disc. Originally, it was announced that the set would include an interview with Ferrigno (also recycled from that previous release), but it doesn’t appear to be included in this set.

    For fans of the show, this set is unreservedly recommended. The picture and sound quality is stellar, the lenticular packaging is clever, and generally speaking, the writing, direction and performances hold up wonderfully, even after nearly thirty years.

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    Like many B-movie fans, I’m a big fan of actor Bruce Campbell (THE EVIL DEAD, ARMY OF DARKNESS, BUBBA HO-TEP). Thus, I was pleased to see both of the one-season television series he starred in ““ THE ADVENTURES OF BRISCO COUNTY JR. and JACK OF ALL TRADES (2000) making it to DVD this month. Of course, Warners doesn’t send me review copies, but Universal does”¦so it’s JACK we’re taking a look at here.

    Set in 1801, Bruce plays Jack Stiles, a Revolutionary War hero and U.S. spy, who is sent by Thomas Jefferson to the tiny South Pacific island of Polau-Polau to work with British operative Emilia Rothschild (Angela Marie Dotchin) to foil the advances of the French Emperor, Napoleon Bonaparte (Verne Troyer) in his bid for world conquest.

    Originally syndicated as half of an hour package with the dismal (despite the presence of the stunning Gina Torres) CLEOPATRA 2525, JACK OF ALL TRADES is a half-hour adventure comedy filled with broad, anachronistic humor, double-and-triple-entendres, Stooges-styled slapstick, and plenty of Campbell charm. In fact, if it had been a full-hour show and hadn’t been chained to the derivative CLEO, JACK might have had a chance.

    Universal’s Complete Season set of JACK OF ALL TRADES is a bare bones affair, but while it would have been great to have Campbell involved with the release (nobody provides more entertaining commentaries than Bruce), it’s good to have this show on DVD at all. The 22 episodes of the series are presented in crystal clear, 1.33:1 full frame transfers, and look and sound perfect. They are spread across three separate discs, each in its own slimcase. There are no extra features whatsoever.

    For Campbell fans, this is a must-buy. While it lacks the Chinned One’s personal participation, the episodes themselves are presented perfectly.

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    ADV Films originally released the Sci-Fi Channel series FARSCAPE to disc back in the early days of the DVD format. About a year ago, they started re-issuing them in new special “Starburst” editions. I’ve been reviewing ADV Films’ FARSCAPE STARBURST EDITIONS since they began, and I recently finished viewing all three volumes in their THIRD SEASON collection.

    FARSCAPE tells the increasingly twisted tale of American astronaut John Crichton (Ben Browder, STARGATE SG1), who is flung through a wormhole to the distant reaches of the galaxy, where he is reluctantly taken in by a rag-tag band of escaped prisoners on a living spaceship. Fugitives, they have to keep moving, avoiding Peacekeeper forces, bounty hunters and assorted other malevolent aliens. By the chaotic third season, the primary villain is a galactic Frankenstein known as Scorpius (Wayne Pygram), who desperately wants the secrets of wormhole travel, and has forcibly extracted the relevant data from Crichton’s brain, leaving the astronaut more than a mite mad. And, if that wasn’t bad enough, our hero is soon cloned ““ and then there’s two Crichtons running around the galaxy having separate adventures! It’s all insanely fun.

    The production values and digital effects are among the best seen on television, and the writing is razor sharp, embracing the absurd without ever making it seem anything but completely reasonable. Humor is dark and edgy, and the already well-drawn characters continue to deepen, with relationships that get more and more convoluted with virtually every episode. The production and costume designs are amazing, and somehow, the Henson shop manages to keep coming up with cooler alien make-ups and space Muppets for each installment.

    FARSCAPE Season Three is presented full-frame, and the transfers are perfect. Sound is offered in both Dolby stereo and a more robust 5.1 surround mix. Thankfully, with season three, ADV abandoned the glitch-plagued dual-sided double-layered discs of the earlier volumes, and have switched to single-sided discs. This means that each of the three sets in the season have four discs instead of three, and are a bit more expensive, but this is the first time I could watch a whole season without any episodes seizing up.

    As before, ADV continues to load these editions down with bonus features, starting with on-screen liner notes and trivia for each episode. There are also cast and/or crew commentary tracks on many episodes, Sci-Fi Channel promos spots, and a slew of video featurettes and interviews with cast and crew.

    The show is highly recommended, and kudos to ADV for making a great series of DVDs even better!

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    By the time the heroic He-Man made his debut in afternoon syndication, I was too old for cartoons (or so I thought), so I missed out on the whole phenomenon (I kinda liked the Dolph Lundgren movie though). But for those who grew up with the blond-tressed muscleman and his animated adventures, BCI/Eclipse has been steadily unleashing the action figure heroes and villains of Eternia upon the marketplace in pretty nifty, collectible box sets. In fact, I’ve got HE-MAN AND THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE SEASON TWO, VOL. 1 (1983) right here on my desk.

    Set on the planet Eternia, THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE focuses on mild-mannered Prince Adam and his cowardly green tiger, Cringer. And a bigger pair of losers the galaxy has never seen. Yet, whenever the evil Skeletor and his henchmen threaten the peace of their kingdom, Adam and his pet call upon the magical power of Castle Grayskull and become the heroic, sword-wielding He-Man and armored Battle Cat.

    Produced by the notorious Filmation Studios to sell a line of Mattel action figures and accessories, the syndicated weekday afternoon toon was astoundingly popular in the Eighties, spawning a spin-off series for girls (SHE-RA, THE PRINCESS OF POWER), an animated feature film (THE SECRET OF THE SWORD), and even a live-action feature from Cannon Films. Its following included not only young children and toy collectors, but college students as well. Like all Filmation shows, the animation was limited, although colorful and well designed, constantly recycling shots and sequences. As the series was really nothing but a toy commercial, FCC regulations required a certain amount of socially redeeming or educational content, so each episode also had a ham-fisted moral. Yet, there’s something appealing about the simplicity of its good vs. evil formula and the endless parade of bizarre characters. I’m not a fan, but I can see how people of a certain generation could still have a nostalgic affection for it, and my best friends’ five-year-old loved it when I showed it to him.

    BCI/Eclipse has pulled out all the stops with these sets. Each volume includes 30 half-hour episodes spread across six discs, tucked into lavishly illustrated packaging. The episodes ““ presented in their original 1.33:1 full frame aspect ratio ““ look very good overall, with bright colors and sharp details. There’s a fair amount of dust and debris ““ much of it inherent in the animation processes of the time ““ but I saw no digital artifacts or major print damage. There’s also two new behind-the-scenes documentaries featuring interviews with many of the staff and writers that created the series, three full-length episode commentaries, fifty detailed character profiles, two beautiful comic art cards, and on-screen trivia games.

    Like I said, I’m not a HE-MAN sorta guy myself, but I know a lot of people my age or a little younger that have a strong nostalgia for the show. BCI has put together a set that should satisfy any hardcore fan.

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    Another Filmation endeavor making its DVD debut is the Saturday morning classic, THE NEW ADVENTURES OF FLASH GORDON, from 1979-80.

    When the rogue planet Mongo enters our solar system on a collision course for Earth, scientific genius Dr. Hans Zarkov, athlete Flash Gordon, and his girlfriend Dale Arden blast off in a rocketship of the doctor’s invention, hoping to find a way to turn the alien planet from its course. Crash landing on its surface, they find Mongo inhabited by a vast array of sentient creatures, all under the rule of the tyrannical Ming the Merciless. It soon becomes clear to the Earthmen (and Earthwoman) that the only hope of saving Earth lies in uniting the distrustful, ever-warring races of Mongo against the sinister space tyrant.

    I have to say, that in my book, this show (first season only) is right up there with Jonny Quest, Thundarr and Batman The Animated Series among the great animated adventure shows. By Filmation standards, the animation is rather lush, with lots of rotoscoping and elaborate backgrounds and character designs. Being a limited-budget, limited-animation product of the Seventies, there’s the usual relentless recycling of footage and repetitive music cues, but it is executed with a level of care and ingenuity that is rare in cartoon shows of this vintage.

    In the first season episodes, the writing is not dumbed down for kids and follows the continuity of the original Alex Raymond comic strips quite faithfully. Characters are actually killed (disintegrated) on-screen, and the female characters are designed to be blatantly sexy. Ming’s got his harem and King Vultan’s got dancing slave girls… there’s no way they would have been able to get away with that even a few years later in the 80s.

    The first season is presented as an ongoing serial with cliffhangers. The second season is made up of 16 fifteen-minute segments that are, unfortunately, aimed squarely at small children, with simpler, sillier stories and the addition to the cast of a pink baby dragon called Gremlin.

    Once again, BCI (under their new Ink and Paint label) and animation expert Andy Mangels have put together a very nice DVD set. While the episodes definitely show their age, with a considerable amount of visible dirt and debris (inherent in this kind of animation) and somewhat faded colors, there are no noticeable digital artifacts or compression problems, and the audio is sharp and clear.

    There are some great extras included ““ a 20 minute documentary wherein Filmation head honcho Lou Scheimer and other studio staffers reminisce about the show and the TV feature that proceeded it. There are character model sheets, some storyboards, the series bible and some scripts on DVD-ROM, and even the entire first episode of the 1980’s syndicated series DEFENDERS OF THE EARTH. This 80’s series (coming from BCI later this year) also starred Flash Gordon, along with The Phantom, Mandrake the Magician, his sidekick Lothar and their teenaged children, all teaming up to battle Ming. The premise was okay, but looked and sounded like every other show that Marvel Productions made in the 80s: bland. Also inserted into the set are a fold out episode guide and two collectible art cards featuring beautiful illustrations by comic book artists Frank Cho and Gene Ha.

    Overall, I think that the first season of the Filmation Flash Gordon is one of the best adaptations of the character to film (right up there with the Buster Crabbe serials of the Thirties), and one of the best animated adventure series ever. The DVD set is very nice ““ the picture quality’s not perfect, but better than I expected after nearly 30 years.

    Recommended.

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    In the mid-Sixties, the television Westerns, which had dominated the medium virtually from its conception, were starting to lose ratings to a handful of upstart spy shows, inspired by the cinema success of a certain double-O agent. Trying to find a way to exploit the success of the spy genre without losing the still-vast Western audience, producer Michael Garrison proposed combining the two genres, and the result was the one-of-a-kind adventure series, THE WILD WILD WEST (1965-66).

    This innovative show chronicled the adventures of Civil War heroes-turned-Secret Service agents James West (Robert Conrad) and Artemus Gordon (the late Ross Martin), as they toured the Western frontier in a private train, foiling the evil machinations of rogue Confederate generals, mad scientists and all the assorted other bad guys that threatened the peace and stability of our young nation. Chief among those menaces was the charming Dr. Miguelito Loveless, a brilliant inventor only three feet tall, whose capacity for murderous mischief reigned unparalleled. But no matter how bizarre or formidable the threat ““ be it flame-throwing cannons, deadly duplicates, earthquake machines, steam-driven cyborgs, or LSD-carrying ducks ““ Jim and Arte always managed to save the day with wit, style, some astounding stunts and an arsenal of anachronistic gadgets that even Bond’s Q might envy.

    Paramount/CBS Video have just released the entire first season of this amazing show on DVD in a high-quality package. The set includes all 28 episodes from the black & white first season, restored and remastered and looking virtually brand new. Each episode includes a brief audio introduction by star Robert Conrad, and there are a number of other audio features on the set, including a commentary track on the pilot episode, and interviews with some of the writers and other crewmembers from the show. There’s also a still gallery, TV spots, the original title animation (minus one “Wild”), and one of Conrad’s famous Eveready commercials, in which he dared viewers to knock a battery off his shoulder.

    The 70-year-old Conrad sounds weary and a bit feeble in his audio introductions, and that’s kind of startling, as I ““ and most fans ““ remember him as one of TV’s perpetual tough guys. But age catches up with everyone, I suppose, and I’m glad he was able to participate in this release at all. He certainly still sounds proud of the show and his work on it, 40 years later.

    It’s a superior DVD set for a superior television series, and it gets my highest recommendation. Vintage TV rarely gets as creative, unique and smart as this.

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    Not only is Universal’s release of THE ROCKFORD FILES ““ SEASON TWO (1975-76) a marked improvement over their first season set, they’ve finally made available on DVD the original TV-movie pilot, which was notably (and annoyingly) missing from the first release.

    THE ROCKFORD FILES was a huge mainstream hit in its day (running from 1974 to 1980 with eight TV movies in the 90’s) and has been a syndication mainstay ever since, and for good reason. Simply put, FILES was the best private eye show in the history of the medium. Grounded by James Garner’s incomparable charm and some of the sharpest writing on the tube (mostly by a young Stephen J. Cannell), the show chronicled the decidedly non-glamorous life of Jim Rockford, an ex-con (he was innocent) turned private investigator in Los Angeles. Rockford was one of the first TV eyes who didn’t wear expensive suits and operate out of a fancy office. He worked out of (and lived) in an old mobile home on the beach, and realistically had to deal with overdue bills, collection agents and deadbeat clients.

    The Second Season improved on the first in many ways, with even tighter scripts, an expanded supporting cast, and some top-notch guest stars like Louis Gossett, Jr., Rob Reiner, Linda Evans, and John Saxon, among others. Stand-out episodes include the two-part “Gearjammers,” in which Rockford’s dad (the great Noah Berry Jr.) is unknowingly targeted for assassination, and “The Hammer of C Block,” which guest stars Isaac Hayes as an ex-con acquaintance of Rockford’s who’s out to clear his name. Series regular Gretchen Corbett gives a remarkable performance in “A Portrait of Elizabeth,” a powerful episode which focuses on (and gives some real insight into) Rockford’s attorney/sometime-girlfriend Beth Davenport.

    Picture and audio quality of season Two is on a par with the first set ““ full-frame, 1.33: 1 transfers with a fair amount of age-related wear. Overall, though, the image is solid, with bright colors and only minimal print damage. For a show of its thirty-year vintage, THE ROCKFORD FILES looks pretty damned good. The soundtrack is Dolby mono, as is to be expected, and it’s more than adequate.

    With the Second Season set, Universal has abandoned the trouble-plagued dual-sided/dual-layered flipper disc and have instead spread the 22 episodes across six discs. For extras, Universal has provided a video interview with head writer and co-creator Stephen J. Cannell, and the complete TV movie/pilot film, “Backlash of the Hunter,” which co-stars Lindsey Wagner.

    Recommended.

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    I’m going to wrap up this installment of the Late Show with a review of another episode of Showtime’s hit horror series, MASTERS OF HORROR: LUCKY McKEE ““ SICK GIRL (2005).

    To quote my own previous description of the series: the big event for fright film fans in 2005 was the debut of an original Showtime anthology series created by filmmaker Mick Garris (SLEEPWALKERS) called MASTERS OF HORROR. The premise was simple: take thirteen of the most acclaimed directors of modern horror films and have them each direct a one-hour mini-feature, with no restrictions or network censorship. The resulting series was ““ as is probably inevitable with anthologies ““ something of a mixed bag.

    Director Lucky McKee is a relative newbie, with one released feature (MAY) and one unreleased feature (THE WOODS) to his credit when he was asked to join the MASTERS. His entry, SICK GIRL, stars Angela Bettis (MAY, THE TOOLBOX MURDERS) and Erin Brown (better known to Late Show regulars as “Misty Mundae,” star of THE SCREAMING DEAD, SPIDERBABE and SHOCK-O-RAMA) as a pair of lesbian lovers whose perfect romance takes a decidedly deadly turn when one of them is stung by an unusual South American insect.

    Mixing dark humor with a bit of sapphic romance and plenty of last reel gross-outs, SICK GIRL is an amusing trifle, playing out as sort of a R-rated TWILIGHT ZONE story. It’s not particularly scary or challenging, but it is definitely fun.

    As usual, Anchor Bay provides a pristine1.77:1 anamorphic widescreen transfer and a robust Dolby Digital 5.1 audio mix. (A 2.0 Dolby stereo track is also included). Anchor Bay (their parent company, IDT Entertainment, co-produced the series) has chosen to release each episode separately rather than the whole bunch in a season set, as the individual releases allow the company to really load down each disc with episode-specific bonus features. First of all, McKee, composer Jaye Barnes Luckett, and cast members Bettis and Jesse Hlubik team up for an entertaining audio commentary. Then there’s the usual slew of “making of” featurettes, with the usual cast and director interviews, behind-the-scenes montage and career retrospective. The bonus material is rounded out with a still gallery, MASTERS OF HORROR trailers, a Lucky McKee text bio, and a DVD-ROM screensaver.

    That’s it for this mother. I’d like to remind you that every review I’ve written for this column is archived at www.dvdlateshow.com, searchable both by publication date and by title. We’re talking over 200 reviews now ““ that’s a lot of shiny plastic discs! There’s bonus reviews by my drinking buddies, and a couple of other features, too. So why not head over when you’re finished here, and browse around for a while?

    Next week, we’ll be back to the B-movie grind, with a mixed bag of cult-film and exploitation goodness (and badness ““ but that’s good, too, right?) both domestic, and from the far corners of the world. See you then!

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

  • Spook’d #88: Extreme Lair Makeover – Bringing Down The House

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  • Take Me Home Blog #3 – The Sad Burden of Good People

     

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    “You’re such a good boy, Sam. Such a smart boy.” My mother said this to me once. I was 27. No, I’m not kidding. And she meant it. And who am I to tell her any different? What, disappoint the woman who birthed me?! No, sir! I’d rather stick a red-hot javelin up my ass than let that woman down (six?). And yet, here I am, 29 and consumed by “goodness”. My struggle, nay, my greatest challenge as a first-time director is not going to be setting up shots or retaining the overall scope of the film, etc.. No, sir. My struggle is with THE UNBEARABLE URGE TO BE “GOOD”. 

    sammysuppertimesm.jpgI hold doors for people. People half a mile away from the building. It’s cool. I’ll wait. I’ll hold that door so long they have to do a little “jog” up so as not to make me wait any longer. Nothing could sway me from this display of chivalry. My slacks could be on fire. I’d wait. I wait so well, people feel like jerks for not having sprinted to the door. And that’s when I know I’m “good”: when my goodness makes people feel bad. But that’s cool. I swear that’s as close as I get to “bad”. I’ll venture over to the Dark Side ever once in a while. But, hot damn, wouldn’t it be awesome to be full-on “bad”. Why? Because:

    THE BAD SEEDS HAVE IT LUCKY. When you’re a bad seed, nobody expects much of you. You can trash-talk, you can put your dirty shoes on the coffee table, you can ruin the vibe at a good party. People are ready for it. They say, “Well, you know how (bad seed’s name) is. We’re just lucky he doesn’t throw a flaming pile of crap at our door.”

    No doubt, you Bad Seeds have it good. What’s more, because you’ve set the bar SO low, people are blown away with even the slightest attitude shift; you say “gesundheit” and they’re ready to name a childrens’ library after you. But not the “good people”. Heck no. Why? Because…

    GOOD PEOPLE SUCK IN A BIG WAY. They only want your happiness. If you’re happy, they’re happy. They’re happy, in case you were wondering, because your not getting pissed at them. They get to avoid disagreements. AND YET, whenever I choose to avoid confrontation, it always, ALWAYS comes back to haunt me (and, man, I’m good at avoiding; I’ve gone to court several times for unpaid parking tickets. What happened?! Did I lose them? Did I forget about them? No. I simply pretended they didn’t exist… until they towed my car off. THEN they magically appeared.).

    Case in point: this week, I realized I may have to replace a key crew member. Mostly because of scheduling concerns. He’s more than just a crew member, though. This guy’s one of my closest friends. I would stab people in the eye for this man. THAT close.
    So we met for lunch. We talked about our “ladyfriends”. I blabbed on about weekend plans. I unpeeled the ketchup label on the counter. And then, when the conversation turned to work, I did as all “good people” do: I chickened out.

    Brave Sir Robin Ran Away! Bravely Ran Away, Away!

    I hemmed and hawed, I gazed out the window. I began listing all the other options except the one we both knew was inevitable; this guy was going to have to leave his post. One of my best friends. And I couldn’t even say, flat out, “this sucks, man. But the best thing for this film is that we part ways and promise to make another film somewhere down the line.” That’s the sensible thing. But NOOOOOOO. Instead, I remained entirely indirect; not the best trait for a “director”, wouldn’t you say?

    GOODNESS IS A HARD HABIT TO BREAK, but I think it’s necessary for our film to survive. I’ve got to be able to set my “goodness” aside and DO MY JOB.

    Honestly, If I’m clear about what the film needs, what the story needs, the urge to be good can take a back seat. My job is to serve the film in the best way possible. Not the filmmakers. And in the end if the film’s good, they’ll forgive me for venturing over to the Dark Side every once in a while.

    “People are simply incapable of prolonged, sustained goodness.”
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  • Noctural Admissions: DVD, A Canterbury Tale, The Tales of Hoffman

     

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    I wonder if Philip Larkin saw  A Canterbury Tale as a youth. He would have been 22 when the film came out. In one of his most famous poems, “The Whitsun Weddings,” he describes the English countryside, as seen from a train, as “postal districts packed like squares of wheat.” And there, in the film’s first few minutes is a landscape shot of Kent, near Canterbury, its fields,  mutatis mutandis,  as Larkin describes them. The film’s opening narration is in the form of rhymed couplets sounding not unlike Larkin, and is read by Esmond Knight in a tone of exaltation that Larkin himself recommended for the reading “The Whitsun Weddings.”

    A Canterbury Tale (1944) also evinces some of the bedrock English characteristics which Larkin’s poetry is famous for celebrating. Pluck, generosity, a sense of “getting on with it” in the face of difficulties, an openess to strangers, and a silently held melancholy about one’s state in life. Larkin, on the other hand, could drepress the hell out of you with his meditations on a Godless death.  A Canterbury Tale‘s ostensible project is to “support the war effort” and foster better British – American relations as it tells a modern Canterbury tale in which three travelers at the height of hte war come together in the village of Chillingbourne to solve a puzzle.

    The travelers are Alison Smith (Sheila Sim, in a role originally slated to Deborah Kerr), a “widow” who has gone to country to become a Land Girl, Peter Gibbs (Dennis Price, of  Kind Hearts and Coronets), a sergeant in the British army based not far from Chillingbourne, where they are practicing maneuvers for D-Day, and sergeant Bob Johnson (John Sweet, an amateur whom Powell spotted in a production of  Our Town, and who returned to teaching after the war), an American on his way to Canterbury to meet his buddy and see the church. Their first night in Chillingbourne results in Allison being doused by the nefarious Glue Man, who targets women out in the street at night with or near soldiers. The next day the three resolve to solve the crime which the local constabulary seems hesitant or unable to solve.

    Each of the three travelers has a flaw or secret wish. Allison believes that she is a widow, that her husband, a pilot, was shot down by the Germans. Their “caravan,” or camper, is stored in Canterbury, and part of her reason for volunteering as a Land Girl was to seek out the camper for sentimental reasons. Johnson, from Johnson County, Oregon, is distraught because his girl has stopped writing to him. Gibbs, who tickles the ivories in a movie theater, always wanted to be a church organist.

    It’s difficult to describe the unsettling nature of this film, both cozy and tense at the same time. From its famous cut between a medieval hawk returning to its master to a contemporary British fighter plane in the same sky, indeed the same spot, a cut so reminiscent, as many others have pointed out, of Kubrick’s similar trick in  2001, to the gentle almost non-verbal resolution to the three main characters woes, it is a magical film. The magician at the center of this magic is Thomas Colpeper, JP (Eric Portman, in a role that Roger Livesey turned down). A judge, a gentleman farmer, an archeologist of the local landscape, he has a mystical relationship with the land, and seems to touch people’s lives like a Jesus of Canterbury, drawing people out and turning their instinctive hate into respect. He also almost always appears suddenly, out of no where. Yet he starts out seeming like a homosexual woman-hater who may well be the notorious Glue Man.

    The Glue Man plot engine is the most perplexing part of the movie, in that it’s such an odd crime. But it was worse originally, with the Glue Man something like a Canterbury Slasher. It is also very “English,” or at least English movie, for the three new fast friends to drop everything and try to solve the mystery.

     

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    Not all the magic resides within Colpeper. There is a marvelous sequence where Allison and Bob run into each other at the wheelwright’s shop. Since Bob is from Oregon, famous for its forestry, he soon gets on well with the wheelwright, talking wood density and harvesting timing. The wheelwright invites Bob back for lunch and he takes him up on it, but we never see the actual meal, though it is referred to later in dialogue. It’s very touching and delicate the way Powell takes the viewer through different attitudes to arrive at a state of mutual respect. The only analog I can think of in contemporary films is certain scenes in David Lynch’s  The Straight Story, which captures a similar egalitarianism. Another deeply moving moment is when Allison, in close up, hears the “sounds” of medieval Canterbury, and looks like Ingrid Bergman as her hair whips around her. One difference, however, is that there is a pronounced sexual tension throughout the movie, from the unexpressed, or even unacknowledged interest some of the characters have for each other, and the integration of people with “alternative” sexualities into the war effort.

    I was so enthralled with the magic of A Canterbury Tale that I watched it three times, putting me even further behind in my DVD reviewing. The Criterion Collection’s two-disc offering, disc No. 341,  gives us a transfer of the 1977 125 minute restoration of the black and white film in a full frame windowboxed transfer.

     

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    Extras on Disc One include an audio commentary by Ian Christie, who is a longtime Powell scholar and who contributed an essay on  Canterbury Tale to the excellent anthology  The Cinema of Michael Powell, edited by Christie and Andrew Moor and published by the BFI. Also on disc one is a small compilation of the American segments made for the shorter US release, featuring Kim Hunter as Mrs. Bob Johnson.

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    Disc two has a modest array of very informative supplements. There is a new video interview with Sim (Mrs. Richard Attenborough) who provides some affectionate anecdotes. This is followed by “John Sweet: A Pilgrim’s Journey,” made when Sweet returned to Canterbury in 2000 for a special event. It is interesting to hear his comments on “stardom.” “A Canterbury Trail” is a video record of a walking tour of the film’s sets conducted occasionally by historian Paul Tritton and Powell and Pressburger fan Steve Crook. Finally there  is “Listening to Britain,” a piece of installation by one Victor Burgin that blends images from this film and Humphrey Jenning’s quasi-documentary “Listen to Britain.” The installation piece is a seven minute loop, and the disc also offers Jenning’s film as a counterbalance. There’s also a 24-page  booklet with cast and crew, chapter titles, transfer info, and essays by Fraham Fuller, and Peter von Bagh, with diary entries made by Sweet at the time of filming.  A Canterbury Tale hit the street on Tuesday, July 25 retailing for $39.95.

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    Late in 2005, Criterion also released another Powell and Pressburger “tale,” their adaptation of the opera  The Tales of Hoffman. Released in 1951, is a colorful account of the Jacques Offenbach’s opera adapting three supernatural love tales by E.T.A. Hoffman. Metropolitan opera star  Robert Rounseville is Hoffman, telling the tales in a tavern while Stella (Moria Shearer) finishes up a ballet performance on stage nearby. Hoffman’s nemesis is Councilman Lindorff (Robert Helpmann), who also loves, or at least wants, Stella. It is a very visual film, but the interpretation of the music is a tad on the slow side (or at least so my opera buff experts tell me), and though the visual style has invoked references to Jean Cocteau, to me it feels Disney. Still, I’d rather have this disc than any of the hundred others that came out that day.

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    The Criterion Collection’s edition, spine No. 317, is a vivid full frame transfer marred only occasionally by some of the peculiarities of the Technicolor process. Supplements for this disc are unusual. This is the 127 minute version of the movie; supposedly there is an 138 minute original that is lost. There is an  audio commentary with both director Martin Scorsese, a Powell enthusiast,  and music historian Bruce Eder, and there is also an 18-minute interview with George A. Romero, who turns out also to be a longtime fan of the film. Also on hand is “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice” (1956), a short musical film directed by Powell, based on the Goethe story, a gallery of production sketches by production designer Hein Heckroth, a stills galleries, and the theatrical trailer. Finally, there is a 12-page insert with cast and crew, chapter titles, transfer info, and an essay by the always informative Christie.  The Tales of Hoffman retails for $39.95 and hit the street on Tuesday, November 22, 2005.

     

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  • Addicted to Bad: Dire Strait

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    No question about it, George Strait is country. The man eats pickup trucks, breathes cattle drivin’, and sleeps dusty boots. And when he dreams, he dreams of belt buckles. Great big belt buckles, bigger ‘n the sky, because real cowboys don’t have the time to muss around with tiny belt prongs and itty-bitty holes, darnit! There’re cattle rustlers afoot, and sticks to whittle! At any moment, someone could start doing the Cactus Cha-Cha, and by God, his belt… Must. Be. Ready.And that, my friends, is why George gets to call his movie PURE COUNTRY. Not “Sorta Country” or “88.5% Country and 11.5% Country By-Product.” No! This is pure, uncut country, man! Industrial-grade country! Do you have any idea what the street value of this movie is?!

    Pure Country PosterIn PURE COUNTRY, country music megastar George Strait plays country music megastar Dusty Chandler, who is definitely not George Strait because he has a ponytail. Also, “Dusty” is written everywhere, even on his clothes, as a friendly reminder that he is Dusty, not George. Which is good, because George definitely looks like he could suddenly forget and slip back into George at any moment. And then, how would viewers know who he was? Thank goodness the filmmakers took this valuable and potentially life-saving precaution.

    Every night Not George gets on stage in his trademark rhinestone-studded, white “Dusty” cowboy suit with his 12-piece band and his pyrotechnics and lighting rigs, and he sings irony-free songs about being modest and hard-working out in the country for thousands of middle-aged suburban moms with enormous, aerodynamically unsound bangs. If you thought that dressing up like a freak and performing for scores of women each night would make Not George happy (hey, it worked for Wilt Chamberlain), you would be wrong: Not George would much rather be doing the things he sings about; or, at the very least, he would rather sing about them in a slightly less fruity manner.

    jacketHis manager/girlfriend, however, will have none of it. Dusty is just giving the people what they want: Men in awful, awful clothes who sing while things blow up, apparently. And she’s right: Take a poll of the average American, and watching fashion-challenged men sing during explosions ranks just above kickboxing but below home videos of testicle trauma. But Not George knows that his shows have not been Pure Country, but rather Artificial Country Substitute, and he will have none of it. He storms off the tour and heads back to the Heartlandâ„¢ where he promptly gets drunk, picks up a bar skank, gets in a fight, oversleeps, and misses work. Yep, that’s pure country all right.

    The next day, he wakes up on the bar skank’s ranch, and as he and her leathery father watch her milk a horse, he realizes that she is the bar skank that he wants to spend the rest of the movie with. But what about his career as a rich country star, beloved by bar skanks everywhere? Well, back on the tour, Dusty has been replaced by the absolute dumbest guy on the road crew, and no one seems to have noticed, so everyone’s happy.Unfortunately, however, the skank of his dreams is about to lose her ranch unless she can win first prize at the big rodeo. Not George, being a multimillionaire country star and all, gives her $50 to give him some riding lessons, which is much better than giving her a non-useless amount that could, you know, save her farm. They live cheaply ever after, until his evil manager/girlfriend shows up and tells the skank that Not George actually has boatloads of money. So she does the only logical thing to do: Break up with him. The end….

    pict165.jpgNo, of course not. Instead, it all builds to a suspenseful climax (if, that is, you find being bored and annoyed suspenseful) in Las Vegas, because that’s where country singers go to “get back to their roots,” I guess. It’s there that Not George will unveil his new, even purer show. And I know what you’re thinking: How is it possible to make something so pure even purer? I don’t know, but he found a way, and he did it without changing one single thing about the old show.

    Wow. If they gave Nobel Prizes for Country, surely George Strait would win, because he just blew our minds, man.

    ATB Update: Since the release of PURE COUNTRY in 1992, Not Dusty has chosen to focus on not acting, only he’s no longer letting people film it. Which is a shame, for the world is currently at an all-time “explosions near badly dressed singer” low. In spite of continued war, famine, and natural disasters, and pleas from world leaders, there are currently no plans for a PURE COUNTRY II: PURE HARDER.

  • Scrubs Blog: Your Friday Commentary

     

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

    BLOG-COMMENTARY #8: Episode 5×20 – “My Lunch” –
    John C. McGinley and editor John Michel drop a commentary, just for you. All you have to do is download the mp3 file below, cue up the episode on your TIVO, VHS, DVD, or computer, then hit play on the commentary (or you can download the free Sharecrow DVD player, which allows you to sync up commentaries on your computer). Hope you dig it”¦

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  • Weekend Shopping Guide 7/28/06: The Electric Slide

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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…

    In all the madness that was Comic-Con 2006, I plum forgot to put up last week’s shopping guide – THAT, my friends, is just how insane San Diego’s annual geekfest has become. So here, now, is 2 weeks worth of stuff…

    Before the legendary film and wonderful TV series, Paul Reubens first introduced the world to Pee-Wee Herman via the HBO special The Pee-Wee Herman Show (Image, Not Rated, DVD-$14.99 SRP), an absolutely hilarious document of the live show originated at Hollywood’s Groundlings Theater in 1981. Puppets, music, cartoons, colorful characters and more were the order of the day, in an homage to the classic kiddie shows of the 50’s and 60’s. Center stage, though, was Reubens as Pee-Wee, a whirling dervish of a man-child whose infectious enthusiasm for the world he inhabits sucks the audience in hook, line, and sinker.

    It’s no Brisco County, Jr., but Bruce Campbell still shines in the all-too-brief run of Jack of All Trades (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP), as a Zorro-esque American Spy named Jack Stiles who is sent to the tiny East Indies island of Palau Palau by Thomas Jefferson and must work to thwart the advances of Napoleon’s France in that region of the world. Teamed with a local British agent and inventor, Emilia Rothschild, Jack occasionally dons the garb of the masked Daring Dragoon to aid in the fight against America’s enemies. The 3-disc set features all 22 episodes, but sadly no extras.

    Reno’s finest return for the complete third season of Reno 911! (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$26.99 SRP), which finds our favorite deputies released from prison after being framed by the corrupt Reno D.A., and briefly dumped into civilian life. Back in uniform, there’s an awkward appearance on a kiddie show, a SARS scare, a new Hummer, a new deputy, and more. Bonus features include over an hour of outtakes, action figure promos, audio commentaries, and even some easter eggs.

    It’s been a long, long, LONG wait for the Steven Spielberg-produced Warner Bros. cartoons to hit DVD, and while Tiny Toons is still MIA, fans will be eagerly snapping up the first volumes of both Animaniacs and Pinky and The Brain (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$44.98 SRP each). The 5-disc Animaniacs set features the show’s first 25 episodes, plus voice artist Maurice LaMarche interviewing his fellow castmates in the bonus feature Animaniacs Live!. Meanwhile, Pinky and The Brain advance their plans to take over the world with 4-discs and 22 episodes, plus an interview with Rob Paulsen and Maurice LaMarche (Pinky & The Brain) and voice director Andrea Romano. Must have more!

    If you were to infuse the touchy-feely, golden-hued “embrace me!”-ness of Steven Spielberg into the sci-fi/fantasy anthology structure of The Twilight Zone (you know, soften all the edges) you’d get Amazing Stories (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP). Packed with stars both established and nascent (including Kevin Costner, Tim Robbins, John Lithgow, Charlie Sheen, and Kiefer Sutherland) and helmed by directors like Joe Dante, Robert Zemeckis, and Spielberg himself, it was a mid-80’s experiment that ultimately proved too expensive for television. The 4-disc first season set features all 24 episodes, plus deleted scenes.

    Warner’s aptly named Tough Guys Collection (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$59.98 SRP) features 6 hard-boiled flicks from the studio’s golden era, starring the likes of Cagney, Robinson, Raft, and O’Brien. The films in question are Bullets Or Ballots, Each Dawn I Die, G Men, San Quentin, A Slight Case Of Murder, and City For Conquest. Besides being newly remastered, the set is also loaded with commentaries, vintage newsreels and featurettes, cartoons, and much more.

    There are only so many ways to document a live concert experience on film. Leave it to the Beastie Boys (Michael Diamond, Adam Yauch, and Adam Horovitz) to reinvent the hoary genre, distributing 50 DV and Hi-8 cameras to fans and letting them document the Boys’ October 2004 concert in Madison Square Garden as they saw fit. Painstakingly edited together by Yauch, Awesome, I Shot That! (Velocity/Thinkfilm, Rated R, DVD-$29.99 SRP) is a thrilling, altogether new way to take in an event, infused with the energy of fandom and supported by a band who truly gets that the future is about empowering the audience. The DVD features a band commentary, a cappella vocal tracks, a “hidden detours” featurette, world tour intros and shout-outs, and much more.

    You’re not going to get a more definitive document of the production and legacy of John Carpenter’s legendary horror flick than Halloween: 25 Years of Terror (Anchor Bay, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP). The 2-disc set features the in-depth documentary itself, plus panel discussions, galleries, a tour of the filming locations, extended interviews, on-dept footage, and more. Also hitting disc in remastered “Divimax” editions are Halloween 4 and 5 (Anchor Bay, Rated R, DVD-$19.95 SRP each).

    I’m a big fan of the recent trend (gaining momentum at numerous studios) of getting plenty of relatively niche catalogue titles out fast and easy via themed box-sets. Case in point is the first volume of the Will Rogers Collection (Fox, Not Rated, DVD-$59.98 SRP), featuring a quartet of the legendary wits feature films, including Life Begins At 40, In Old Kentucky, Doubting Thomas, and Steamboat ‘Round The Bend. What could have been simple bare-bones releases instead sport audio commentaries, restoration comparisons, Fox Movietone news footage of Rogers, and the A&E Biography “Will Rogers: An American Original.”

    Trek fans will be pleased to know that Titan Books has begun collecting the long out-of-print late-80’s comic book adventures of the crew of the Starship Enterprise, featuring the crew of both Kirk and Picard. The latest volume of the original Star Trek collects Peter David’s The Trial of James T. Kirk (Titan Books, $19.95 SRP), while The Next Generation contains Michael Jan Friedman’s The Battle Within (Titan Books, $19.95 SRP). Even better, all the Trek releases feature interviews with castmembers.

    I love it when one of those often-bastardized childhood mainstays finally gets its proper treatment on DVD, and I’m happy to add the first volume of the newly remastered, completely uncut Ultraman (BCI, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP) to that list. The 3-disc Series 1: Volume 1 features the first 20 episodes in their original form, plus interviews with the English dub team (who also voiced the original Speed Racer, a monster encyclopedia, the U.S. opening credits, and an 8-page booklet.

    They’ve released the pilot and a best-of cross-section in the past, but Universal finally decides to do it right and begin releasing season sets of the original Incredible Hulk series, starring Bill Bixby as Dr. David Banner and Lou Ferrigno as his green-skinned, purple-pantsed alter-ego. The complete first season (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP) features all 12 episodes (including the 2-hour pilot film, with commentary from writer/director/producer Kenneth Johnson), plus a bonus episode from season 2 (“Stop the Presses”).

    Okay, I can understand giving Road House (MGM/UA, Not Rated, DVD-$19.94 SRP) the special edition treatment – Crow T. Robot was right in his assessment that the Patrick Swayze as consummate bar bouncer flick was cinema gold, and busting kneecaps if bastards ever touch a person’s car is legitimate wisdom to live by. The new edition features an audio commentary from director Rowdy Herrington, “On the Road House” featurette, “What Would Dalton Do?” documentary, and a pretty damn funny “fan” commentary from Kevin Smith and Scott Mosier.

    However, I can’t understand the purpose of Road House 2 (MGM/UA, Rated R, DVD-$24.96 SRP), which stars Jonathan Schaech as an undercover DEA agent and… oh, who cares? It does, however, feature Jake Busey, who is morphing ever more into the spitting image of his father, sans the legitimate crazy.

    It’s always unfortunate when a browse through a film’s “Art Of” book reveals designs and concepts far better than those that finally wound up on screen. An excellent case in point is The Art of Superman Returns (Chronicle Books, $40.00 SRP), a nicely illustrated book loaded with artwork far more engaging than what we got in the film itself, not the least of which was Superman’s costume. If you don’t believe me, pick up a copy of this handsome volume and see for yourself.

    It’s taken a few years and a few tries, but we’ve finally gotten a definitive special edition release of Some Like It Hot (MGM/UA, Not Rated, DVD-$24.96 SRP). Looking and sounding pretty damn spiffy, it’s also packed with a new audio commentary (with both Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon), a pair of newly-produced documentaries, retrospective featurettes, a pressbook gallery, and the original theatrical trailer.

    The improvisational comedy Blackballed: The Bobby Dukes Story (Shout! Factory, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP) is the story of Bobby Dukes (Rob Corddry), a one-time Paintball hero who becomes a pariah when he cheats during a championship competition (he wiped the paint off and continued playing). Gone for years, he returns a changed man bent on assembling a team and reclaiming his lost honor. Bonus features include both cast and filmmaker commentaries, outtakes, deleted scenes, and Bobby Dukes’s video diary.

    Before movie stardom beckoned, Clint Eastwood was Rowdy Yates in Rawhide (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$49.99 SRP), the classic Western series making its long-awaited arrival on DVD. The 7-disc set features all 22 episodes, plus a bonus episode from Season 2.

    I know, in the rational part of my brain, that I really shouldn’t like Benchwarmers (Sony, Rated PG-13, DVD-$28.95 SRP). In fact, I should think it’s a tacky trifle of a lightweight comedy. Unfortunately, its underdog story of a trio of grown-up losers (Rob Schneider, David Spade, and Jon Heder) who form a 3-man Little Legue team in order reclaim the pride they never had as bullied nerds when they were kids. It’s a slapstick comedy with the same kind of Bad News Bears meets Dodgeball meets Revenge of the Nerds] meets Baseketball heart that always sucker-punches the little logic man in my head. The DVD features audio commentaries, deleted scenes, behind-the-scenes featurettes, and more.

    I don’t know how it happened, but creator Aaron McGruder managed to turn his funny, socially-relevant strip The Boondocks into an airless, unfunny cartoon on Cartoon Network’s Adult Swim block. If you don’t believe me, just try and sit through the 15 episodes contained in the complete first season set (Sony, Not Rated, DVD-$49.95 SRP). It’s unfortunate, because I really dig the strip… I just wish its spirit had survived the adaptation. Bonus features include audio & video commentaries, a behind-the-scenes featurette, deleted scenes, animatics, unaired promos, and storyboards.

    With nothing but survival on his mind and living on the societal fringe in Johannesburg, a young man named Tsotsi (Miramax, Rated R, DVD-$29.95 SRP) steals a car in the night. In the backseat, however, he finds a baby that may very well be the key to his redemption and the key to a better life. Intense and captivating, it’s a drama I won’t soon forget. The DVD features an audio commentary with writer/director Gavin Hood, deleted scenes and an alternate ending with optional commentary, a making-of featurette, and Hood’s short film The Storekeeper.

    Leave it to VH1 to assemble collections tying into their “We Are The 80’s” branding (Sony Legacy, $11.98 SRP each) that strike all the right (yet so wrong) guilty pleasures. The artists getting releases in the initial batch are Loverboy, Eddie Money, the Bangles, Scandal, A Flock of Seagulls, Bow Wow Wow, and Rick Springfield. How sad is it that you are, at the very least, intrigued by what tracks are on each disc?

    There are some things that are lost but are treasured when found, and then there are some things that deserve to be lost. In the latter category falls the increasingly mediocre John Kricfalusi’s attempt to resurrect Ren & Stimpy as an “Adult Party Cartoon” – unfortunately, most of the “adult” humor falls into the scatological and sexual category. The 2-disc Ren & Stimpy: The Lost Episodes (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$26.99 SRP) contains the complete Spike TV run, plus interviews and episode intros.

    I first saw the now iconic multiple personality drama Sybil (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$24.98 SRP) – based on a true story and starring Sally Field as the titular woman whose life is shattered into multiple pieces as a result of a tortured childhood – in my high school psychology class. The story is just as powerful today, if only for Field’s memorable performance. The new collector’s edition features a retrospective documentary, a Sybil therapy session, and Sybil’s paintings.

    Amanda Bynes flirts with Just One of the Boys and Ladybugs territory in She’s The Man (Dreamworks, Rated PG-13, DVD-$29.95 SRP), with a mad plan to get on the high school boys’ soccer team by dressing up as her twin brother Sebastian. And then she proceeds to not only win the big game as Sebastian, but fall in love with the star forward. Oh, the shenanigans that ensue!. The DVD features an audio commentary, deleted scenes, a making-of featurette, a gag reel, a music video, and more.

    At least Warner Bros. is relatively upfront that their Television Favorites collections (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$9.98 SRP each) – a bargain-priced disc featuring a handful of episodes from a given series – is a way of testing whether demand exists for seasonal releases of the series featured. The latest shows to get their shot at the brass ring are the TGIF standby Step By Step and the Linda Lavin classic Alice. Go vote with your wallets, people!

    And finally, let’s wrap things up with a look at the latest Pirates of the Caribbean booty you can lay your grubby mitts on, courtesy of the fine folks at Master Replicas. Not only can you still get Elizabeth Swann’s cursed necklace ($15.00 SRP), but also Jack Sparrow’s ring ($15.00 SRP) and Davy Jones’ key ($15.00 SRP). Arrrrrrrrrrr…

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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…

  • Ken P. D. Snyde-Cast #14: Club 33

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

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

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

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

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  • The Fred Hembeck Show: Episode 67 – Cinematic Kryptonite

     

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    I went to see the big Superman movie recently…

    And I DO mean big!

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

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

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

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    So, did I like it?

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

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

    For example…

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

    And that theme was back!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Then there’s the kid.

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

    D’oh!

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

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

    And what about that couple anyway?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Copyright 2006 Fred Hembeck

  • Noctural Admissions: Movies, Miami Vice

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    God, I love Michael Mann.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  • Quick Stop Video Interview: Balls of Fury

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

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

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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

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

     

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     

  • Quick Stop Video Interview: Hot Fuzz

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

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

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  • Scrubs Blog: Return to Season One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     

     

  • Noctural Admissions: DVD, Dumbo: Big Top Edition

     

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

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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

     

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

     

     

  • Noctural Admissions: DVD, Glory Road

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

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

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

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

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

  • Brat-halla #138: Norse Force – Substitutes

    by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

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    Check out the preview to the Image comic Jeff writes…

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  • DVD Late Show: It’s Hammer Time!

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    July 25, 2006

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    I like it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Highly recommended. REAL TIME is also available separately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  • Interview: Don Jamieson

    -By David J Lieto (aka The Squeeg)

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

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

    don01.jpgDON: Basically it’s a hidden camera show where me and Jim – and a few of our comedian friends – go out and pull pranks on people…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     

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

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

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

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

    They will, Don.  They most certainly will.

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

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

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

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

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