Friday, December 29, 2006
Apparently, Hannibal Lecter became far more interesting as he grew older (but not too much older!) as he feels completely two dimensional and more lucky than smart. In Hannibal Rising we're made privy to the childhood of a young Lecter as he struggles to stay alive in Eastern Europe during World War II. Here he confronts evil in the form of a handful of wartime scavengers who apparently find nothing too dastardly -- from cannibalism to white slavery to stealing art, they practically snarl and twirl their mustaches in melodramatic glee. After they chow down on Hannibal's little sister, he makes it his life work to track down and kill these men.
Not pleased by his vigilante justice is Inspector Pascal Popil. A font of misguided rage, Popil is as inept as Inspector Pazzi of Hannibal but without any of the charm. Popil may or may not be in love with Lady Murasaki, Hannibal's adopted stepmother (whom Hannibal may or may not be in love with also). Lady Murasaki just kind of hangs out, arranging flowers, spouting poetry, and accepting Hannibal's murderous ways. She's as three dimensional as a pressed flower, fitting in well with the other paper thin charaters that Harris presents.
Similar to the "make a quick buck" work that Harris did on Hannibal, this latest from the author who actually could pen decent fiction back before the success of The Silence of the Lambs apparently blew his mind reminds me of "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" with its chorus of kids saying, "So that's where he got the flying reindeer." In this case it's, "So that's why he eats people!"
Harris should have given up Hannibal after The Silence of the Lambs and left him to other authors. He seems to have forgotten what made Lecter enjoyable in the first place. Not only that, but he has even forgotten the physical description of his character. At no time during Hannibal Rising does he mention Lecter's polydactylism. A small thing, yes, but it just shows how out of touch Harris is and that he seems to be writing more for the screen than the printed page.
Based on what I read, I'd already recommend skipping HANNIBAL RISING.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Not having access to any German record stores from twentysome years ago, I took it upon myself to gather up all of these songs (omitting the George Thorogood tune). Enjoy!
- Buddy Holly & The Crickets - Not Fade Away (02:18)
- Johnny Ace - Pledging My Love (02:26)
- Robert & Johnny - We Belong Together (02:42)
- Little Richard - Keep A-Knockin' (02:10)
- Dion & The Belmonts - I Wonder Why (02:17)
- The Viscounts - Harlem Nocturne (02:23)
- Thurston Harris - Little Bitty Pretty One (02:25)
- Danny & The Juniors - Rock 'n' Roll Is Here To Stay (02:28)
- Larry Williams - Bony Moronie (03:04)
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I was hoping to be sporting a newly English subtitled copy of RUE BARBARE (I'm calling it SAVAGE STREET since it's based on Street of the Lost). I've been working on subbing it from a horribly dubbed version from Video Search of Miami (which they're calling "CRUEL AVENUE" -- that reminds me of Steve Martin's Cruel Shoes too much). I'm 20 minutes in to its 103-minute running time and spending a little bit each evening I can working on it. It's drudge work but how happy I'd be if it could make a premiere amongst Goodis fans.
I'm now down to just three more films I need to review for my Goodis piece along with three TV shows that he penned (or that were based on his work). I'm still hoping against hope that I'll be allowed to see some of his unpublished screenplays when I'm at this convention. <fingers crossed />
It was seventeen years ago that the first one occured and we've been doing it ever since... won't you take the time to join in this lovely tradition? With a lot of pushing and some begging, we even managed to get Greydon Clark's amazing film out to the masses on DVD via VCI complete with audio commentary from Mr. Clark and supplemental materials courtesy of yours truly (including interviews with Clark and star John Daniels from Cashiers du Cinemart #14).
Sunday, December 17, 2006
The Old Navy song is "Reindeer On Your Front Lawn" by Everyone Else.
Want to party 'till dawn
Reindeer on the front lawn
Everybody just wants to go
Get your Fash-On!
Milk Can is the fictional group from the video game "Um Jammer Lammy," the sequel to "Parappa the Rapper." It's probably just me, but here are the songs for comparison:
"Keep Your Head Up"
"Reindeer On Your Front Lawn"
The poetic justice is that I got a laugh out of this fellow but he got the last laugh as he and his teammates soundly defeated my team, the Gutter Snipes. I was lucky to break 100 two out of the three games.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
The point I'm trying to make is that I've been deleting some of those addresses. I've also been clearing out old names in my Yahoo Instant Messanger, AIM, and even my cell phone. The criteria is simple -- I was the last person to initiate contact and I haven't heard back from the person in months, if not years. My mother was always fond of saying, "The phone works both ways." I think I get this paring down of contacts from her.
I find at times that I've gathered into my good graces individuals who demand too much of my time, space, or energy. These are the folks that make me feel stupid or used. "Why am I still friends with this person? I don't have a good time with them and they leave me exhausted or frustrated every time I see them." I don't like asking myself this question but I find myself doing it too often. I think back to all of the one-sided Christmas or Birthday exchanges. I don't always expect reciprocation but, uh... well... yeah, I guess I do.
Chrismas is the perfect time to prune the dead wood. It makes that budgeting for the holiday easier.
I don't want to harsh anybody's cool here. I just find this time of year a period of reflection, mourning, and vindictive social attacks.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
But even I can't had to sign off of the recent discussions over at OriginalTrilogy.com regarding the Richard Donner re-cut of SUPERMAN II. Some of it I found fun to see, sure, and some of it was pretty awful (yeah, I know that S2 was supposed to end with the "world spinning backwards bit" but that doesn't mean that it should have been used in this version). But the thing I find funniest -- or saddest, depending on my mood -- is the insistence of keeping a consistent timeline between the 1970s/80s Superman films and the blight that was SUPERMAN RETURNS.
Some of the folks on this forum are fighting tooth and nail to try and reconcile Bryan Singer's SUPERMAN RETURNS with these Donner / Lester / Furie films and are now in a tizzy about the "reset back to zero" ending of this Donner cut. As this is a fan-editing forum, they're trying to figure out how to sustain continuity between these earlier films and the sloppy Singer seconds. The biggest sticking point when I finally found myself bashing my head against my keyboard was the existence of Supes' sickly Adam Rich hair-cut wearing tyke:
Lois and Clark's conception of Jason: It doesn't matter if Superman's sperm was still in Lois before he reversed time. The time reversal negated that, just as the time reversal in S:TM negated Lois being dead. There was no other opportunity for Jason's conception to happen, regardless of Singer's apparent suggestion of it happening he night of Lois' first interview with Superman.
Yes. You read that right... we're talking about Superman's sperm here. Gotta make sure that that sperm didn't just reverse course and eject itself out of Lois Lane when Superman spun the earth backwards. Otherwise, she might have the traditional SUPERMAN II "amnesia kiss" and just realize that she's pregnant some day -- perhaps before SUPERMAN III...
I've been mulling over SUPERMAN RETURNS for the last few months and I just can't deny that it's a really awful film. It's not just an awful SUPERMAN movie (like SUPERMAN IV: THE QUEST FOR PEACE) but just an awful film in toto. The pacing, the plot, the characters, the writing, the acting, the costumes, the editing; they're all bad. I wasn't even too thrilled with the musical score. The best part of the movie, for me, was the preview.
- Why would Lex Luthor, the greatest criminal mind of our times, need to marry a rich woman and take her money after death? Seems like this is an overly complicated scheme for financing.
- Superman returns from Krypton... even after he knows it was blown up... why the fuck did he go?
- Superman returns from Krypton... You'd think that the first thing he would do after a five year absence is to maybe check on the whereabouts of his arch nemesis.
- What era is this movie? The costumes look rather '40s but there are anochronistic items all over.
- Some lines worked so well in the first movie(s), let's use 'em over again and remind people how we're raping their memories.
- Superman as creepy voyeur constantly watching Lois in her house with his X-ray vision and sneaking into his son's room at night.
- His son's awful haircut.
- Wow, that island is beautiful, Lex. I'm sure it'll be a great place to live.
- Superman thou art Jor-El's only begotten son and thou shalt be resurrected.
- Horribly jarring cuts to the Lex Luthor subplot.
- Parker Posey as Miss Teschmacher -- but not quite.
- Lex cutting the brakes on Kitty's car.
- Superman lifting a continent made out of Kryptonite into outer space.
- No one recognizing Cyclops as Lois Lane's husband. ;)
- All of the build-up over the use of Marlon Brando footage in this film -- only to have it be a few seconds and not very visible.
Believe it or not but I sat down (in my 50 inch waist pants) and wrote out a list of reasons why I should actually give a shit and lose some poundage. I love to eat and I hate to exercise so weight loss and I don't often see eye to eye. The last time we did, back in 1997, I had taken charge of my life and had almost an anorexic obsession with food. I'd like to take back that control but do it a little more sanely.
- Pants fit better
- Better selection of clothes
- Better self image
- Save money on food
- Less winded
- More respect
- Can make fun of fat people again
- Live longer
- Snore less / sleep better
- Fewer aches/pain
- More room on airplanes
- Can return to Cedar Point
- No more fast food. Ever.
- Cut back on meat.
- Play "Dance Dance Revolution" (game pad and game on order)
- Walk (iPod will come in handy)
- Drink more water.
- No more coffee (I doctor it up with tons of cream)
- Eat more fruit/vegetables
- No more beer
As God is my witness, as God is my witness they're not going to lick me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll always be hungry again. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I'll always be hungry again.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Andrea recommended that I go to some kind of Urgent Care facility but I didn't want anything to do with that. After living with a hypochondriac for years (my ex-wife), I hated to admit to myself when I was sick and actually in need of more than hot tea with honey. I had tried self-medicating to the extreme but as of 3 a.m., I had had enough.
Bleary eyed and throat screaming in pain, I hopped in the car and made my way to what I thought would be open before the crack of dawn on Chrismas. Darn it all, but I was completely wrong. I kept driving, hoping that I could remember another Emergency Room that would take our insurance. Miles later, I found it. I checked in around 4 a.m. and checked out around 7 a.m. after I had been diagnosed with strep throat and given some hard-core antibiotics.
I made my way home and slept for a few hours before getting up. By that time, Gary and Julie had gone. What great company I was, eh? I got up, opened up my laptop, and signed in to work, popping my prescribed pills with some hot tea. Yes, I was sick in a completely different way. I was a workaholic as well. I knew that I had stuff I needed to do and worked through the afternoon and into the night on it. I decided to call in the next day -- one of my few sick days -- but still kept getting calls and emails. I took them all and responded to every one. I took my job so seriously!
That's the ironic part, I suppose. For when I dragged my sorry ass into work two days after Xmas, barely able to talk, I worked through the day as best I could until 3 p.m. when I was called into my boss's office and fired. Merry fucking Christmas.
I'm still tying up loose ends from that whole mess of my five plus years at ePrize. Still need to transfer over my 401K to my new account and I still need to get some hassles worked out over some stock options. That's my goal for this week -- to get that shit sorted out so I can't say that it's taken me a year to do so.
But, yeah, even though we're having company -- which means cleaning and entertaining -- I know that this year will definitely be better than the last.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Anyway, here's an image I posted. I think it's the perfect Xmas gift for the hirsuit person in your life.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Rich is going to be flying up and then we're driving to Montreal. I couldn't believe how crazy expensive flights were from Detroit to Montreal. We're talking $500+ (US) a ticket. That's insane. I don't know if it was that I was looking seven months early -- but I would think that an earlier search would yeild lower prices than a later one (probably some backwards logic to contend with here).
It'll be a pretty straight shot (especially as we won't be taking the Sarnia detour that Google Maps has us taking) and we're going to stop off in Toronto for a night on the way out so we don't have to rush so much on that second day of driving. Also, we'll be indulging in some Korean BBQ in TO if all goes right.
I sure hope that the folks I run into in Montreal are more polite than the f'ers that hassled the kids in ANOTHER STATE OF MIND...
Monday, December 04, 2006
Those items in yellow are tunes off of Steinman's own album Bad For Good. I'm getting my information from the AllMusic Guide; I hope that they're more accurate than IMDB.com.
|Nowhere Fast||Bad Attitude|
|All Revved Up With No Place to Go||Bat out of Hell|
|Bat out of Hell||Bat out of Hell|
|For Crying out Loud||Bat out of Hell|
|Heaven Can Wait||Bat out of Hell|
|Paradise by the Dashboard Light||Bat out of Hell|
|Two Out of Three Ain't Bad||Bat out of Hell|
|You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth (Hot Summer Night)||Bat out of Hell|
|Closing Credits||Bat out of Hell [Special Edition]|
|Program Start||Bat out of Hell [Special Edition]|
|Great Boleros of Fire||Bat out of Hell [Super Audio]|
|Back into Hell||Bat out of Hell II|
|Everything Louder Than Everything Eles||Bat out of Hell II|
|Good Girls Go to Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere)||Bat out of Hell II|
|I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)||Bat out of Hell II|
|It Just Won't Quit||Bat out of Hell II|
|Life Is a Lemon and I Want My Money Back||Bat out of Hell II|
|Lost Boys and Golden Girls||Bat out of Hell II|
|Objects in the Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are||Bat out of Hell II|
|Out of the Frying Pan (And into the Fire)||Bat out of Hell II|
|Rock & Roll Dreams Come Through||Bat out of Hell II|
|Wasted Youth||Bat out of Hell II|
|Everything Louder Than Everything Else||Bat out of Hell II [Deluxe Edition]|
|Bad for Good||Bat Out Of Hell III|
|Cry to Heaven (Epilogue)||Bat out of Hell III|
|If It Aint' Broke Break It||Bat out of Hell III|
|In the Land of the Pig, The Butcher Is King||Bat out of Hell III|
|Seize the Night||Bat out of Hell III|
|The Future Ain't What It Used to Be||Bat out of Hell III|
|It's All Coming Back to Me Now||Bat out of Hell III|
|Dead Ringer for Love||Dead Ringer|
|Everything Is Permitted||Dead Ringer|
|I'll Kill You If You Don't Come Back||Dead Ringer|
|I'm Gonna Love Her for Both of Us||Dead Ringer|
|More Than You Deserve||Dead Ringer|
|Nocturnal Pleasure||Dead Ringer|
|Peel Out||Dead Ringer|
|Read 'Em and Weep||Dead Ringer|
|Left in the Dark||Welcome to the Neighborhood|
|Original Sin||Welcome to the Neighborhood|
Sunday, December 03, 2006
It's not that I don't like my family. I do. I just like them more in small doses. In the month of December I've got five get-togethers with various factions; sometimes the same ones just in different settings. We give gifts at some, and not others. Each one gives a great opportunity for stress and bites into my time. Yeah, I know, I'm a whiny brat, I just get a little "family'd out" with so many occasions and I am a bit overprotective of my weekends.
I need to get cracking on subtitling RUE BARABARE (which I'm calling SAVAGE STREET as "Barbaric Street" doesn't sound as nice). I want to get this done before the Goodiscon. At the moment I've got a beautiful DVD version that recently came out in France along with a really shitty English dubbed (and Spanish subtitled) version called "CRUEL AVENUE" from Video Search of Miami. Unfortunately, the audio on CRUEL AVENUE is for sucks and I've actually been doing better translating the Spanish subtitles into English -- but that removes me twiceover (at least) from the original French dialogue.
I'm cold kickin' it with the Mrs. today, sitting behind a big pile of gifts that we're sorting and bagging for future wrapping while DUNE: THE RECONSTRUCTED WORKPRINT plays on the TV. This is a mix of the big DUNE release of earlier in the year along with the original version and deleted scenes. I'm hoping that this gets another pass in the fan edit community by "Fan Filtration", the editor who fixed the lack of "blue withing blue" eyes in the extended TV version. I had hoped that this would have been taken care of by Universal before releasing their "deluxe" edition.
Oh, and, speaking of Xmas, the perfect gift this year can be found right here: http://www.cafepress.com/cashiers.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Friday, December 01, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
You want proof? Sorry, I can't offer much except this comparison... I give you Keif Loaf!
Subsversive Cinema's Blog
Anyone have Matt Cimber's contact info? I know VCI had good luck getting a nice print of BLACK SHAMPOO from Greydon Clark, maybe Cimber's got a good 35mm copy of CTM laying around his basement.
- Telefon (Don Siegel, 1977)
- If... (Lindsay Anderson, 1968)
- The Big Gundown (Sergio Sollima, 1966)
- The Trap (Peter Watkins, 1975)
- Killer Party (William Fruet, 1986)
- (The Big) Crimewave (John Paizs, 1985)
- Freebie & The Bean (Richard Rush, 1974)
- The Crimson Kimono (Sam Fuller, 1959)
- Candy Tangerine Man (Matt Cimber, 1975)
- Rolling Thunder (John Flynn, 1977)
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
On a serious note, I was in a grocery store recently and found this horribly disturbing product name. If Michael Richards gets crucified for using the "N-Word," shouldn't Vlassic some shit for so brazenly employing the "M-Word"?!?
Can't we all just get along?
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Again, looks like I'm going to miss hooking up with my "Philly boys" but there's always hope.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
I'm hoping, too, to give them a copy of my subtitled copy of SECCION DES DISPARUS -- the rarest of the Goodis films. At the moment, I think I'm the only person with this and I hope they'll be able to appreciate it. :)
Wish me luck!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Where are PARK ROW, CHINA GATE, VERBOTEN!, and MERRILL'S MARAUDERS? Where's the love and help from all of those talking heads who filled the air with their babble and praise in the awful documentary THE TYPEWRITER, THE RIFLE & THE MOVIE CAMERA? C'mon fellas. Put your money where your mouth is and get to work on releasing these gems for the world to see! Get to it, boppers!
Friday, November 17, 2006
That's how it was, mostly, for the article I've been wanting to pen about David Goodis for the last six or seven years. I knew what I wanted to write, I just didn't know how to say it. Now that I've got the stucture down, I've finally been able to start plowing through this piece. Moreover, I've managed to get it halfway done with the "easiest" films left to go.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Alvin Ecarma's LETHAL FORCE boasts geysers of blood à la the LONE WOLF & CUB films, blazing guns (and latent homosexuality) from John Woo's A BETTER TOMORROW, and a bevy of stylistic and thematic nods to other favorite films from CONAN THE BARBARIAN to EVIL DEAD 2 to ARMOUR OF GOD. Even the temporary soundtrack present when I saw LETHAL FORCE at a riotous MicroCineFest 2001 screening (where it walked away with the Audience and Judges' Awards for Best Feature Film) possessed musical cues (and sound effects) from ENTER THE DRAGON, FOR A FEW DOLLARS MORE, and other films of high regard.
Frank Pritchard stars as Jack Carter. He's a well-meaning patsy caught between his old friend, Frank Savitch (Cash Flagg Jr.), an unstoppable assassin, and Mal Lock (Andrew Hewitt), a wheelchair-bound super-baddie with a legion of white-masked goons at his command. Director Ecarma does well to keep things fresh in what could otherwise be a staid action film with wonderfully kinetic camerawork and large doses of dry-witted comedy.
The tricky hybrid of comedy and action could have easily failed, turning LETHAL FORCE into a ridiculous farce like THE NAKED GUN or a silly gest like THE JEWEL OF THE NILE. Rather, this small-budgeted film ($12K!) wonderfully succeeds on all levels. The film is technically adroit and chock full of laugh-out-loud outrageousness.
I really can't say enough good things about LETHAL FORCE. Each time I watch it, I find myself enjoying it even more than the last.
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Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Going down to Baltimore for MicroCineFest was going to a family reunion. Actually, it was far better. You always have relatives that you could give a shit about or actively avoid. But, the folks in Baltimore and the out-of-town filmmakers were almost always good eggs. They welcomed me to the group with open arms and made me feel like I belonged to a true community. Call it "The Cult of MicroCineFest."
Along with making some great friends and meeting some other terrific folks, my eyes were opened to some truly spectacular films. From TAKE A TRIP WITH JEFF from the first festival all the way up to COX & COMBES' WASHINGTON with the final fest, I caught hundreds, if not thousands, of amazing films and videos -- some that are uncomfortably close to my heart.
So what now? Many theories were floated over breakfast and beers in Baltimore last weekend. Do we go the Tyler Durden route and start setting up franchises in Atlanta, Brewster, and Detroit? Do we all pick a weekend and rent some cottages on Lake Michigan, armed with a box of video tapes? Or do we do the unthinkable and let ProjectorHead perish?
I've never set up a screening in Detroit but maybe it's time that I learned how. Bringing some culture to the Motor City might be a good thing. I can almost picture a Best of MicroCineFest taking place in some seedy cinema dive. Ahhhh....
Monday, November 13, 2006
My question... are you game? Here's an excerpt from the press release:
VH1 and Entertainment Weekly are traveling the country AGAIN to find 16 three-person teams who think they've got what it takes to compete in the most intense pop culture trivia tournament known to man, The World Series of Pop Culture.
The tournament, which will be taped to air on VH1 in summer 2007, will happen in mid-March in New York City.
Do you think you and your cohorts have the pop culture smarts to beat out the competition? Then come meet us in person and prove it!
Casting Calls followed by Regional Qualifying Games will be held by appointment only in the following cities on the following dates:
- New York: January 19 - 21
- Los Angeles: January 26 - 28
- Chicago: February 2 - 4
- Austin: February 9 - 11
- Orlando: February 16 - 18
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
I recently picked up one of the 33 1/3 books -- they're a series of books that explore various "important" albums. The one I got was on Doolittle by The Pixies. It's a tiny tome with one half being a mini "story of The Pixies" and the second being a break down of each song on Doolittle.
The Rolling Stone connection comes in the interpretation of lyrics. Both the author of The Pixies' Doolittle, Ben Sisario, and too many writers for the staid rock rag feel an obligation to pick apart lyrics and provide meaning where none may exist -- or where a completely different meaning my lay.
I can't tell you how many songs were ruined for me by reading Rolling Stone and having their cockamamie interpretations pop into my head upon each listening of a tune. And now, after reading Sisario's bloody book, I have to fend off his lamewad need to explain every line that Frank Black penned for Doolittle. There is a place in hell for those people who feel the need to interpret lyrics.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
"Isn't that a song?" I asked, thinking of the old Devo tune.
A lightbulb went off and I decided to make my first YTMND animation.
It ended up being my second one -- an in-joke about Persian poet Rumi was my first. But little did I know that the Fox clip would cause a flurry of controversy on the YTMND site. Though not intended as a political statement that's how some people took it. I dunno, I think it's pretty funny -- both in its inherent comedic value and that it's raising the hackles of stem cell advocates pro and con.
Call me heartless but I still find it funny. But I'm also the kind of guy that laughed at the Terry Schaivo Blog.
Monday, November 06, 2006
It's becoming apparent that YouTube is getting more like MySpace and vice-versa. Now there is MySpace Video and I won't be surprised if there Video Blogging available on YouTube -- there kind of is already but I don't think that it's referred to as that. Now you need a profile on MySpace and a "channel" on YouTube. Not one to buck the system... Here's my YouTube Channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/cashiers. Finally, a place where I can keep track of all of the goofy shit that I find so fun to watch repeatedly or that I find of potential historical interest.
I may try to use/abuse my channel as a place where folks can experience clips or previews of the more obscure things I discuss in the pages of Cashiers du Cinemart or I may not. Looks like it's just going to be a good place for motion-based effluvia.
All right, now get down to it, boppers!
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
The other big news is the release of the "Definitive Version" of Mel Gibson's PASSION OF THE CHRIST. I'm hoping that this two disc special edition has all of the deleted scenes we've been hearing about including the now infamous "Peter's Rampage" sequence where Peter not only cuts the ear off the Roman soldier but slaughters an entire squadron of centurians with his tricked out baby cart.
What THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST needed was a good musical number and some kung fu. It also needed a peppier, happier Christ. I mean, the guy's got super powers, you'd think he'd be pleased with that. Rather, he just got so mopey and let those Romans walk all over him. Who would want to worship a pussy savior like that? Give me the Jesus from Lee Dembarbre's JESUS CHRIST VAMPIRE HUNTER any day. He sings, he saves, he slaughters the children of the night. That's the kind of guy I can respect.
The weird thing about the relase of this new PASSiON OF THE CHRIST set is that it comes out in February. Um, hello? Seems like this might be a good fucking CHRISTMAS present! Or has a deal been struck to not take away cash from the other goody good Christian movie coming out this holiday -- a little ditty named THE NATIVITY STORY.
The preview for THE NATIVITY STORY is a hoot -- at least the cut I saw. The "biblical origins" of the story are pretty well hidden for the first half of the preview and then it's supposed to dawn on the audience, "Oh... that's Mary, like the Mary..." Luckily, I know my magi pretty well and got it right off. Not sure if that was Caspar, Melchior, or Balthasar in the opening part of the preview but maybe I can find a screen grab...
How I got from Melchior from Terayama, I don't know. I guess that's the miracle that blogging with Jesus can bring.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
|Theme Of The Mack||Willie Hutch|
|Coffy Is the Color||Roy Ayers|
|Slaughter Theme||James Brown|
|Trouble Man||Marvin Gaye|
|Theme Of Foxy Brown||Willie Hutch|
|The Boss (From The Black Caesar Soundtrack)||James Brown, JB Horns|
|Make A Resolution||The Impressions|
|Across 110th Street||Bobby Womack & Peace|
|Are You Man Enough?||The Four Tops|
|Big Papa||Edwin Starr|
|Truck Turner (Main Title)||Isaac Hayes|
|We Be's Gettin' Down||Larry Graham & Graham Central Station|
|Expansions||Lonnie Liston Smith|
|People Get Up And Drive Your Funky Soul||James Brown|
|Theme From Shaft||Isaac Hayes|
|Blowin' Your Mind||Smith & Co.|
|John Shaft||Sammy Davis Jr.|
I'm getting sick of being mistaken for people who I'm not. I continue to get fan mail in my PO Box for the Mike White who wrote CHUCK & BUCK and who is half of "Black & White Productions" (with Jack Black as the other half).
I'm half-tempted to change my name from "Mike White" back to it's original "Michael Kittle". That is the name I was born with but it was legally changed back when I was a tyke -- maybe in second grade. I took the last name of my step-father. He never adopted me and didn't marry my mother until I turned 18. My mother and I took his last name to "appear" that we were a family. I sometimes doubt that we ever were.
Mr. White and my mother divorced a few years back -- seven or eight now -- and afterwards he and the majority of his family severed all ties with me. They were the only family I had growing up and now I'm on the outs with all but a handful of them. So, maybe keeping his name isn't the best idea in the world. And it's a bit disrepectful to my biological father.
At least I don't have to worry about the Kittles being mad about it. I see fewer Kittles than I see Whites. Like James Spader's keyring in SEX, LIES, AND VIDEOTAPE, I have managed to pare down my relatives to as few as possible, just my matrilineal line and a few other stragglers.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
I may change the look/feel of this site though I figure by using a Zeldman template, I can't go wrong. You see, I'm a bit of a web geek. Not so much as others, mind you, but I've been lurking around the W3 for over a decade now and love it so much that I've been working in the industry for most of that.
I'm still not so sure if I'm into this blogging thing -- I don't abuse the "cool stuff" alias at my job too often and I think I send out fewer mass emails of either stupid or personal shit than some of my friends -- though that point may be argued. Anyway, without a central focused topic like my unnatural love of pillowfights or my intense avoidance of the color brown there might not be enough life to fill a space cruiser on here -- but I'll try.
For now, enjoy this comparison of THE WIZ and DESTROYER. I've been hanging out at The Knock*Off Project too much lately.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
If you know me, you know I tend to keep my politics close to the vest (usually for fear of being carted off by the CIA and sent to Gitmo). But one thing that I want to bring up that it seems people have had a major case of amnesia about is the gulf wars.
Yes, we all know that the media was asleep at the wheel for the second gulf war; swallowing down any story that President Bush II was feeding them including the big lie about weapons of mass destruction. But, let's not forget that this same thing happened around the time of the first gulf war. One great example of this is the story of Nayirah al-Sabah. This is the girl who went in front of the Congressional Human Rights Caucus in October 1990 to testify about Iraqui soldiers taking babies out of incubators to let them die "on the cold floor" in hospitals.
This was the big lie that got Americans incensed. Later it was revealed that Nayirah al-Sabah wasn't some poor girl who witnessed atrocities. Instead, she's the daughter of Saud bin Nasir Al-Sabah, Kuwaiti ambassador to the USA, and mouthpiece of public relations firm Hill & Knowlton. They were in the employ of Citizens for a Free Kuwait and had arranged the testimony.
Please just remember this when we talk about what a horrible job the media did around the weapons of mass destruction lie. They were just as bad about the incubators lie and didn't use this information to filter the disinformation. "Fool me once... won't get fooled again."