Happy day.
To those of you for whom it's a thing, Merry Christmas. To those of you for whom it isn't, have a nice day off/holiday/festive day at work/et al.
Planetarium got the Born to Run 30th Anniversary edition. It rules.
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To those of you for whom it's a thing, Merry Christmas. To those of you for whom it isn't, have a nice day off/holiday/festive day at work/et al.
Planetarium got the Born to Run 30th Anniversary edition. It rules.
Planetarium is on holiday duty this week, which means posting less often and dealing with holiday nonsense more often. However, we have started compiling our best-of lists for 2005, one of our more popular features, and will hopefully have them up by the end of the year (though, as usual, that probably means early January at best).
In the meantime, let's pour a 40 on the ground for Nick and Jessica, shall we? As well for Brad and Jen and Lindsay and WIlmer and some of the others. You're all still our dawgs. And we hope to be adding Britney and K-Fed to that list soon, as well.
Alright, time to go eat some tabouli. It's just not Christmas without tabouli.
It seems that Counterpouch has learned that the two supposedly "missing" black box recorders from the planes that crashed into the World Trade Centers are actually in possession by the FBI.
Well, we WERE just going to quick give you a link to the trailer to Mel Gibson's new film, Apocalypto, because it looks kind of interesting, but then something strage happened. We were watching the thing through, when all of a sudden our brain registered an image that seemed like it didn't fit. So we checked again, in slow-motion, and WHAM. Crazy-city, population: Mel.
So go to the link, and watch the trailer. It's kinda cool. But THEN- scroll back about two-thirds of the way through (the part right after the dude who was running stops, pauses, looks behind himself, and then runs again), and click bit by bit through the flash-cuts that happen at that moment. All of a sudden, leaning up against against one of the clay-covered Mayans, totally out of place, is the most Deliverance-ass looking Mel Gibson we've ever seen. Like he's about to do something really terrible to an animal, or something. See for yourself.
Weird. Really weird.
Entering the home stretch. The end is in sight. Stress is running high. Why not relax with a cool refreshing Gatorade?
Did we mention the part where we're still eating and breathing this work? 'Til thursday, folks. Our brain will come out of its self-induced isolation chammber at that point. Yeah, there's a stack of messages piling up as we speak- the same pile that's been building since last week, for anyone who's wondering why Planetarium is not responding in a usual timely manner. Happy holidays, though, right? Our Irish mate Damien likes to make fun of our political correctness regarding the holidays, even though we've pointed out repeatedly that it's the right-wing doing the silliness in this campaign. His response: "What do you wankers say when you get your gifts? 'Oh, look, it's my holiday present!'? Wankers, the lot of ya."
Worst part of the cold season for everyone? Don't say it, we already know: not being able to play mini-golf, right? We feel you, dawg. So why don't you head on over to Mini-Putt 2, and take your blues away for a little while? You can thank us later.
Hmmmm, can you tell we're almost done with the year-end workload and getting a little computer screen-overload crazy?
One of our favorite twin cities bloggers, good buddy Diablo who runs the pussyranch, is startin' to get famous, and good for her. She's in the new issue of Entertainment Weekly pimpin' her new book Candy Girl, which details her year of stripping in Minneapolis. Go check it out- makes a great stocking stuffer for Grandma!
So, finally saw The Last Picture Show the other night. For the first half of the film, it was somewhat akin to having your gonads devoured by wild boars. However, a little after halfway through,, it starts to pick up, and by the end it turned in a fairly respectable performance. It's weird seeing young Randy Quaid and Jeff Bridges, but overall, this film gets a little too much credit. It got lucky, coming in at the advent of the "gritty realism" phase of the seventies, and thus gets put in with films that followed and were much better. Still, nice to have it under the belt. And it beats having to watch Torn Curtain for the 10th time in as many days. Occasionally, film theory can be a very ugly beast.
Okay, this one's for Pete, who was foolish enough to admit to us that while watching the first Mission: Impossible in the theater, he got so excited that he started bobbing his head and humming along each time the theme music kicked in. Now, the second one sucked to high heaven, but we agree that the first M:I film is brilliant, and it's such a great franchise concept, that we have a hard time imagining we'll be too disappointed with this one. Especially with our man J.J. Abrams writing and directing.
Click here for the trailer to Mission: Impossible III!!!!
Once again, this trailer looks to be Spike Lee proving that he's still one of the best directors alive (if also one of the most wildly uneven). He seems to have hit a rather steady gait for the past few years of making an absolutely brilliant movie (The 25th Hour) followed by an absolutely miserable one (She Hate Me). Thankfully, it's time again for the genius one, and this looks to be proof of that.
Click here to check out the trailer for The Inside Man. Man, is Clive Owen bad-ass.
Things mya be bad in America, but at least they're not this bad. So nice to know that things are never so advanced that we can't still revert back to the exact same state of social progress we were at 2,500 years ago. Nobody tell Darwin, okay?
Things may be bad in America, but at least they're not this bad. So nice to know that things are never so advanced that we can't still revert back to the exact same state of social progress we were at 2,500 years ago. Nobody tell Darwin, okay?
For the recent complaints about movie news, here's something completely different: Leonard Nimoy singing "The Legend of Bilbo Baggins". Things like this are, as we always say, what the Internet was invented for.
Wow, our country really blows sometimes.
Apologies for the spotty posting. It's the busiest time of year for Planetarium- even 5 minutes free is a rare treat. Yeah, we know, that's no real excuse. To quote Ms. Diablo Cody: "Bad blogger. We suck balls."
We know that Brett Ratner is directing X-Men 3. We KNOW this. We KNOW that it's going to suck. And yet, after watching the teaser trailer, well, um.....
we got really pumped for this movie.
Stop it, we know!! It's stupid to get our hopes up. It's pointless because the movie will suck. And yet...
maybe?
Last night at the bar, Planetarium was chatting with satellite-ers Kenny and AdamW when a particular tune from a couple years back came on, prompting Kenny to wax nostalgic about the brief reign at the top that electroclash enjoyed. "It came and went too fast." True, there are times we do hanker for the days of yore, when catchy beats and cheesy lines dominated the day. We have a feeling that when electroclash takes corporeal form to explain its untimely demise, the title of its autobiography will be The Hold Steady Killed Me. If you've a mind to, put on some Ladytron today and think about those halcyon times gone by, when even dorks with guitars were trying to seem sophisticated. (Hey Interpol, 1960's Paris called- it wants you to stop desecrating its corpse.)
Really, when was the last time you heard about it? We had completely forgotten it was even a country, let alone that we were fighting some sort of WAR there! Ha-ha! Whoops! Anyways, for a nice change of pace, Outlaw Vern has a pretty great little essay, very salt-of-the-Earth type stuff, about how fucked the situation is. And it's wonderfully funny and plainly eloquent to boot. A little sample:
One republican from Texas - I didn't catch his name but he was kind of like a lovable old blowhard uncle telling war stories - he talked about how if we leave Iraq, our enemies will take advantage of our weaknesses. Well, no offense old boy, but have you been getting the newspaper these last couple years? Our weakness is that we are too stupid and stubborn and careless to take our troops out of harm's way. We leave them out there hoping they will attract Progress like flowers attract bees. But mostly they're attracting car bombs.