Cardiacs were a wonderful band — pretty much any given lineup of the band is going to be awesome, but the lineup on the All That Glitters Is A Maresnest concert film is probably my favorite lineup. Or at least one of them, since, well, probably all the various Cardiacs lineups are my favorite. But this one especially so — I love Sarah Smith’s sax and William D. Drake’s keys and, well, just about everything.
When I was a kid in the early ’80s, home video was still a relatively new invention. I remember getting our first VCR and going to the video rental store – the stores had a huge influence on me and can be blamed or praised for my love of movie posters and decorating aesthetic of plastering every empty surface with movie posters.
My strongest memories are of Yucaipa Center Video, which was next door to the Pizza Chalet. So a good weekend would include a trip to pick up some pizzas and rent a few videos. I still remember when YCV shut down during my senior year of high school – in anticipation of the new Hollywood Video opening across the street (incidentally in the former-bank building that had also formerly been my dad’s law office). There was another video store in town that had $1 rentals on Mondays, and I remember we used to rent the same movies over and over again (especially NEWSIES, SHIPWRECKED, and WILD HEARTS CAN’T BE BROKEN). There was also Calimesa Tower Video which was walking distance from my best friends house and I think is now a clothing store. We rented every Pauly Shore movie as it came out. Continue reading
Are you stupid?
No, seriously, are you stupid? I really wanna know. Because, y’know, it seems that the way you’re acting, it seems that you’re stupid.
Not just a little stupid, but big full-on stupid. Like “DUR DURR DURRRR” stupid. Like tattoos on your hands saying “inhale” and “exhale”, only with those words crossed out and replaced with “breathe in” and “breathe out” stupid.
I love movie trailers. No, seriously, I love them. I love to see how a feature length film is summarized and marketed. I have favorite trailers. I have favorite trailers that are for movies that I don’t even particularly like. I haven’t even seen Alien Vs. Predator: Requiem but I can tell you without hesitation that the trailer fucking ruled. With the hard action scenes and the delicate music. It was brilliant.
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While I know that the idea of “Appointment TV” is dying with the advent of Hulu (and BitTorrent), and a lot of folks don’t even have a TV anymore, just watching everything online, I still like the idea of actually watching TV. I don’t do it as often as I used to, as there’s just not a lot on that I like anymore. Pretty much just Simpsons and Family Guy reruns, along with Futurama and Adventure Time for new stuff so far — I just don’t watch as much as I used to. But I do like the idea of flipping through the channels and it’s always great when you can stumble across something.
It’s kind of amazing that Mystery Science Theater 3000 has been around for over 20 years, and even the earliest episodes still hold up. I guess the act of making fun of bad movies never really gets old. It sure doesn’t for the MST3K crew; they’ve got a couple ventures going today — Joel Hodgson, Trace Beaulieu, TV’s Frank Conniff, Mary Jo Pehl and J. Elvis Weinstein doing Cinematic Titanic, and Mike Nelson, Kevin Murphy and Bill Corbett’s Rifftrax (and, earlier, The Film Crew). Both of these are great, but there’s nothing like the original.
Charles Nelson Reilly is pretty amazing. If you don’t agree — I would argue that you don’t know who he is. He’s perhaps most known for being hilarious on Match Game or perhaps as Hoodoo in Lidsville, but he was a renowned actor, director and teacher as well. And he just seemed like a really cool person, too — someone I always wanted to meet.
A lot of people are familiar with “Dead Puppies Aren’t Much Fun”; some are probably familiar with “Kinko The Clown“, and maybe even “Daddy’s Money“, all common appearances on the Dr. Demento show. But I don’t know if many people know that Bill Frenzer and Ogden Edsl (or, more accurately, the Ogden Edsl Wahalia Blues Ensemble Mondo Bizarrio Band) made a lot of short comedy films. I didn’t, and I’m a fan of theirs!
It’s probably pretty obvious, at least to those who know me, that I’m a pretty huge Negativland fan. I’ve got loads of their posters in my room at home, pretty much everything they ever put out (a notable exception is a real copy of the U2 single, but, hey, I’ve got the music and the incredibly extensive “bootleg” release These Guys Are from England and Who Gives a Shit), and, well, basically I just think the world of them and their work.
It’s really rare that you find a perfect movie — one that’s just perfectly written and directed. There’s a handful, though, and it’s a special thrill when you find one where you can honestly say “There is no way this could be done better.” I think Dr. Strangelove is one, Harold and Maude is close. I’m not sure necessarily sure if it definitely is (I’ve only seen it twice so far, so perhaps on the fiftieth viewing, I might think of something), but Save The Green Planet is definitely a contender.
A while ago, I saw a review [Warning: Quite A Lot Of Spoilers!] of it that intrigued me; I figured it’d either be great, or a cool idea done horribly. Luckily for me, about six months after reading it, the Seattle International Film Festival showed it — technically the last film of the Festival (If I recall, another film playing a couple hours earlier “Closed” the festival; Save The Green Planet! screened the midnight of the last night… unfortunately, after the award ballots were due). So, I bought tickets for me and two of my best friends, and we all went down to the theater that night, crossing our fingers that it wouldn’t turn out to be the latter type of film.