Monthly Archives: September 2011
It has taken a day and a half to recover from the swan song of Major League Baseball‘s regular season, and I pity those of you who dared watch anything else on Wednesday night. Real life drama will always trump scripted drama, and that night provided more twists than an M. Night Shyamalan movie marathon. Also these twists didn’t suck entirely like every Shyamalan flick post Sixth Sense (I guess they sucked if you were from “Bahston”).
Despite my rugged handsomeness, I don’t have many loves in my life. Maybe my manliness intimidates women, or maybe they’re mistaking my “rugged handsomeness” for “misshapen ugliness”. The point is– other than my immediate family and some close friends– the only constant love I’ve had in my life is The Simpsons. I’m strangely comfortable with this. 78% of my language is cobbled together using Simpsons references (the other 22% is recreating the Sanford & Son theme using mouth noises and under-seen Mr. Show sketches). My lifelong dream will always involve writing for The Simpsons. I would even settle for sitting in the writers room in quiet awe while they dictate their lunch orders to me. So you would have to believe the front of my pants would tighten when a friend sent me a link to the most beautiful story ever written. Was it the Bible? Everybody poops? Breakfast of Champions? Carrot Top’s Junk in the Trunk? Katherine Hepburn’s Me?
Community is essentially the only reason Channel 4 exists on my television. I guess this is also true for 714, Channel 4’s beautiful, (albeit a little slutty) high definition sister. It is the only show I make a point of watching during its intended timeslot. The reason is simple, it makes me happy. Pathetic? Maybe, but it’s the most well rounded show on TV today. It carries the torch lit by early seasons of The Simpsons. It is a show that can be both zany and grounded in the same scene, with three dimensional characters, not just joke machines spewing set-ups and punch lines at an alarming rate. Unafraid to take risks and try new ways to tell stories (covering un-treaded ground, who knew that an episode where the characters sit in a room and play dungeons and dragons could be so epic?), Community avoids spiralling into the formulaic, something that bogs down essentially every other show on network television.
There are very few movies more implausible than Weekend at Bernie’s. Only movies where Nick Nolte is sober or Sharon Stone isn’t a prostitute seem more far fetched. Well it turns out that Weekend at Bernie’s is very real, and a lot less hilarious than I’ve been led to believe. Robert Young and Mark Rubinson of Denver decided that their buddy wasn’t too dead to party with, or at least not too dead to pay their tab (this is your fault Andrew McCarthy, you made “violating a corpse” seem delightfully zany).
Via The Associated Press
Young arrived at Jarrett’s home and found him unresponsive.
But rather than call the authorities, police say, Young went to find Rubinson.
The duo returned to Jarrett’s home and put his lifeless body into Rubinson’s SUV and headed to a nightspot where they spent more than an hour drinking — leaving Jarrett’s body in the vehicle, according to police documents. Police say the two men used Jarrett’s card to pay for the drinks on Aug. 27, noting “they did not have Jarrett’s consent.”
Rubinson and Young then drove to another restaurant to hang out, Jarrett’s body slumped in the back along for the ride, police say.
They then returned to Jarrett’s home, carried him in and put him in bed, according to court papers.
From there, police say, Rubinson and Young went to get gas and made a stop at a burrito joint, again using Jarrett’s card. The two men then went to a strip club, where authorities say they used Jarrett’s card to take out $400 from an ATM and flagged down a police officer to tell him they thought their friend was dead. Police went to Jarrett’s home and found the body.
The newest trailer for the Muppet movie is an awesome parody of the trailer for The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Not only do they acknowledge this, they do it in the greatest way imaginable…with a pun! This movie has more creativity in its trailer than Brett Ratner has in his entire catalogue (we get it dude, Asian people and Black people are different…but the same). The fact that Jim Henson is dead, but the Kardashian sisters continue to roam the earth, proves that there is no God. And if there is, he is either greedy (he forces Jim to perform personal puppet shows while Belushi does schtick in the background) or he feels nothing but disdain for the human race. Either way here’s the trailer, unless God decides to take that too. DON’T TAKE THIS FROM ME!!!! TAKE THE TRAILER FOR THE FOOTLOOSE REMAKE INSTEAD (I apologize for all of the yelling, but this message has to make it up to cloud city. Or to another plane of existence. Or wherever the hell heaven is supposed to be).
More Muppet trailers after the jump.
The washed up Muscles from Brussels and the bearded, walking internet meme have signed on to join the cast of Expendables 2. That previous sentence may have sounded snarky, but I love this news. Van Damme showed surprising depth and self awareness in JCVD and Chuck Norris…well, he’s Chuck Norris. Neither of these guys will need depth nor character development; as long as they can shoot down planes with rocket launchers and throat kick dirty immigrants (that’s who the Expendables fight right?), then they will fit right in.
IGN has the casting details.
Rebooting/remaking a movie franchise is rarely ever ok. Sometimes it’s necessary. Sometimes when you need to air out the stench of Joel Schumacher’s bat nipples, its best just to blow it up and start from scratch.
One movie that isn’t ripe for remake is Sam Peckinpah’s uber-visceral Straw Dogs. The story of a timid American man pushed too far (they raped his wife) by the locals of a small town in England. By pushed too far, I mean kills the shit out of everyone who deemed it necessary to pick on the quiet guy with glasses (who probably enjoys puzzles).
Well they decided to remake it anyway, with James Marsden taking on the David Sumner role originated by Dustin Hoffman, quite the step down the pedigree ladder. Don’t get me wrong, I dig Marsden as an actor, but those are some Shaquille O’Neal sized shoes to fill. It would take two of his feet just to fill one of those shoes, or two of his feet and half a hand. What were we talking about? Oh right, shoes…I mean the unnecessary reimagining of Straw Dogs. I haven’t seen the flick yet, but I’d imagine it’s a beat for beat remake with better picture quality and a band of more handsome rapists.
Like many kids born in the 80’s, I have always wanted to hit Dave Coulier in the genitals with a baseball bat. It’s nothing personal. For all I know, Dave Coulier is a class act. A man of honour and substance. None of this is relevant. His character Joey Gladstone: the basement dwelling, (probably) pedophile uncle, always seemed creepy to me. Using his cartoon impressions to lure unsuspecting kids down to his dungeon (is it taking it too far to call it a sex dungeon?). Even just kicking him right in the “woodchuck” seems satisfying to me (equally satisfying: hitting Kimmy Gibbler with a series of cars).
Well (clearly psychotic) people like me can have their wish, a street fighter-esque game featuring the cast of Full House. That’s right, Full House: Tournament Fighter. If this was out I’d buy it in a heartbeat. I would trade in everything I own, including my kidneys and three of my original teeth. I would sell the rights to my life story to Michael Bay (it would be a 90 minute movie about a person writing or watching TV with needless and unexplained explosions). Anything to get a crack at Uncle Joey, or to at least use the dog to maul one of the Olsen twins.
I’d like to think that I’m not a horrible person. That I’m a gregarious young man, brimming with wit and an altruistic personality. Truth is, I’m probably a pretty big jerk. With the personality of a selfish, borderline sociopath. How else could you explain that the television show that matches my comedic sensibilities is It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia? The characters are selfish, deplorable and greedy. They are also funny. In celebration their return (the front of my pants is tightening just thinking about it), I present to you…Rob McElhenny’s anti-smoking commercial. This is one of those commercials that you vaguely remember, especially since the kid is the personification of “too cool for school”. Well that kid was Mac, so no doubt he was too cool for school or at least was the ultimate cooler.
Andy Whitfield, star of the cable series Spartacus: Blood and Sand, has lost his 18 month battle with non-Hodgkin lymphoma. He was 39 years old.
Via the Toronto Star
Whitfield died Sunday in Sydney, Australia, 18 months after he was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin lymphoma, manager Sam Maydew told the Associated Press.
“On a beautiful sunny Sydney spring morning, surrounded by his family, in the arms of his loving wife, our beautiful young warrior Andy Whitfield lost his 18 month battle with lymphoma cancer,” Whitfield’s wife Vashti said in a statement. “He passed peacefully surrounded by love. Thank you to all his fans whose love and support have help carry him to this point. He will be remembered as the inspiring, courageous and gentle man, father and husband he was.”
Cancer does not discriminate. It is a bastard who sinks its claws into the old and young alike. I will always remember Andy for his appearance in a Freddie Wong video based on Time Crisis. I thought it was so awesome that an established actor would star in a young film maker’s youtube video, simply because he admired his earlier work.
R.I.P. Andy. The Freddie Wong video is after the break.