Context is everything. Everything is contextual.
The Cinetrix takes the Online Film Critics Association to task. My favorite quote:
Looking for professional-level quality is setting the bar pretty low, if they’re taking print media folks as their measure.
Hey, I personally know a member of the OFCA, and I can certainly say that Cinetrix is at least as qualified as any member who has received Rotten Tomatoes approval. I submit my good friend Rachnan as an example.
Not that I thought my immense readership was going to move mountains, but come on. 14% turnout in New York?!?! That’s not apathy … that’s disgusting. For all of you who don’t like Kerry but just expected him to win and that’s why you stayed home (apparently about 4.2 Million of you), your votes actually could have changed the primary.
Super Tuesday short on excitement for New York Democrats
(NY Newsday via Wonkette)
Well, it’s one of three news headlines that popped up when I signed-on to AIM today. Right between “Kerry to Battle Bush’s ‘Attack Machine'” and “Mars Once ‘Suitable for Life.'”
<a href="http://channels.aimtoday.com/celebrity/story.jsp?idq=/ff/story/0049/20040302/110730324.htm&sc=ENTERTAINM"‘Idol’ Clay Aiken’s Father Dies at 68
In fact, making this even lesser non-news, the two were estranged as birth-dad left Aiken’s mom when the American Idol runner-up was just a confused toddler, and Aiken called his mom’s second husband “Dad.”
I know I said no more Oscar-talk, but this is about next year’s Oscars, so it doesn’t count.
Before seeing Cold Mountain the other night, there was a trailer for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. For those of you out there not as film-obsessed as I, this is the latest film from writer Charlie Kaufman who gave us Being John Malkovich and Adaptation, to just name a couple. Unlike those Spike Jonze-directed pictures, this one is helmed by Michel Gondry, a brilliant music video director who also did another Kaufman script, Human Nature.
The film has an amazing cast topped by Jim Carrey and also including Kate Winslet, Elijah Wood, Mark Ruffalo, Kirsten Dunst, Tom Wilkenson, David Cross, and Jane Adams. I know trailers are often deceiving, but movie looks incredible.
It opens March 19, and I’m not the only one who can’t wait. In fact, I was reminded of seeing the trailer by Lindsay’s post, imagining the (quite possibly true) pitch meeting.
OK, maybe not completely feh. If you’re in one of the 10 states holding primaries today — and considering most of the people I know are in New York or Kalleeforneeya (the Governor has changed the spelling to better reflect his pronounciation, no?) — please go to the polls and vote, even if you’re a depressed Deaniac or you have a headache from looking so hard for the bolts protruding from Kerry’s neck. Really, politics is just like AA … it works if you work it.
Super Tuesday? Feh …
“Unconditional love when a German man propsed to his 196-pound girlfriend, but said he’d only marry 140 pounds of her. Isabel Witte, 28, promised to lose 56 pounds before the wedding, but complained, ‘My fiance is a fantastic cook.'”
OK, maybe I actually need to rethink this Jewish thing. The opening weekend’s gross of Mel’s Passion is obviously the first sign, and now tonight, courtesy of Mike Fleiss and the great Satan itself (a/k/a the Fox network) we now have Forever Eden. Not that there were any great expectations here, but why isn’t this show still called Paradise Hotel. The only thing different is that the producers aren’t making any pretense of the idea that they know where this will end, instead making the claim that this is a big experiment to have a show that never ends. Otherwise, it’s the same show. Every event is still the most “shocking” yet, and we have the same overdramatic droning announcer to tell us so. The “host” is some hot british woman whose only distinguishing feature from the hot british woman who hosted Paradise Hotel is the brunette hair of the latter.
But most importantly, they still managed to find the dumbest people in America to argue with each other over absolutely nothing. Take Mary, the blonde from Scottsdale, Arizona who apparently has never seen black people before. She walks around like Bruce Willis in The Sixth Sense with absolutely no understanding of the world around her. She even asked the one black male cast member, Michael, what was on his feet, except there was nothing on his feet. She meant his dark skin You see, she had never seen a black man’s feet before. No … I’m not kidding. Crying … not kidding.
Then there’s Jordan, the short neurotic New Yorker who wears his short-sleeve,pullover Polo shirt-collar up behind his neck like he’s Andrew McCarthy in … well … just about any of his 1980s masterpieces. Then he shows his class by agreeing with Michael about Mary’s comments being racist, but then letting us all know that he is so gracious that he “still might have sex with her.” Luckily for us, the very same Michael, so offended by her ignorance about other races starts laughing, and says, “Right,” then gives him a nice little macho buddy slap as if to say, “Hey bro … let’s hit that ass together!”
Nice!! Can’t wait for tomorrow.
Plenty of sightings, but still no official word on the whereabouts of Spaulding Gray.
So I came into the blogosphere a good three-to-four years after it was cool to do so, but I’m not going to get caught sleeping again. No sir. When I’m trying to keep-up with the cool kids now, I make sure to try to be no more than a week behind. (OK … so technically I was a little late since hiphopmusic.com got this rolling.)
Now, my disclaimer: 40 GB iPod working here with nearly 5,500 sounds currently loaded. 20 songs is like less than 0.4%. So regardless of what you think, I could never be mortified knowing that my other 5,450 songs ROCK! And it’s RANDOM. (Although looking at the beginning myself, how fucking old am I?)
Enough whining. Here goes:
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Alright, this has got to stop. Apparently, our fellow citizens (no offense to my enormous international following) think that Mr. Gibson is in fact the Christ. At least that’s the case for $125.1-Million worth of citizens, through Sunday. Were I not Jewish (permitting me to not believe in such a thing), I would find this to be the first sign of the Apocalypse. I am certain that most of the people who ran screaming from their TVs when Justin molested Janet yet still took their six year old kids to see what many people call the most violent and gory film in many a year are still marveling at that new-fangled technology in the modern multiplex known as “stadium seating.” Nevertheless, that is quite a remarkable opening for a non-holiday weekend … in February … the week of the Oscars — when many films go to die.
So I’m sure curiousity has been piqued, and while I never intended to boycott the movie, I am very much against actually putting more money in Mel’s hands. Meanwhile, another future cult fave opened this weekend to not quite as spectacular results. Many of you may have no interest in the horror spoof Club Dread — from the same people who brought you Super Troopers a few years back — but what other movie would be the perfect antidote for The Passion? So here’s what you do … get thee to thy nearest multiplex. Buy yourself a ticket to Club Dread, maybe even go see it as a warmup. Then, if at some point during the day, you happen to find youself watching a man tortured to death in the most horrible way possible … oops. Then you too can decide whether or not this movie has supplanted The Exorcist as the scariest film of all time.
I would consider waiting another week until the hordes of believers calm down just a bit. Otherwise, if you’re in New York, the AMC Empire 25 is a lovely theatre at which to have such a day. I don’t want to be unfair to any monolithic corporation specializing in exhibition, so please purchase an overpriced coke and some popcorn at the concessions stand — that’s where they earn their profits anyway.
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