At a certain point, I begin to wonder if being a guy who has hated almost everything Wes Craven does but still continues to follow his work for some reason, is any different from being his biggest fan. Maybe I’m just kidding myself? Or is that killing myself!
Anyway, he’s actually directing again! Check out the trailer for My Soul to Take. The original title was 25/8, but presumably Craven couldn’t get funding for that many eighths.It’s pretty much your standard slasher, with the twist that one of the kids may be the reincarnated spirit of the murderer. Kind of a neat idea. I wonder how he’ll screw it up.
Kudos to fellow movie nerd Harry Hanrahan, who has put together a great list of the 100 best movie insults. The great thing about this list (besides the fact that it features it’s fair share of movies I love AND Chevy Chase) is that it’s in easy to digest video form. It’s also a lot of fun to attempt to name all of the movies, so why not set aside ten minutes today, gather around your co-workers, and have a good laugh on company time? You’ve earned it.
Here are some things that happened recently that I never got around to posting!
"I'd like to run a few wrestling names for myself by you. Now, I've narrowed it down to Luscious Lou' and 'Texas Joe Hotdog'..."
Shia LaBeouf wasn’t thrilled with the last Indiana Jones either, and he refreshingly blames himself. To be fair, it certainly wasn’t all (or even mostly) his fault. Uninspired writing and terrible CG did most of the work. But it’s still nice to read this:
You get to monkey-swinging and things like that and you can blame it on the writer and you can blame it on Steven. But the actor’s job is to make it come alive and make it work, and I couldn’t do it. So that’s my fault. Simple.
Congratulations on pulling off an amazing show. Don’t tell anyone … but when ‘Star Wars’ first came out, I didn’t know where it was going either. The trick is to pretend you’ve planned the whole thing out in advance.
It’s nice of him to share his trade secrets, but it seems unnecessary. From what I’ve heard, the writers of Lost have already usurped Lucas for the title of laziest hacks in the business.
In happier news, Critical End! favorite John Landis is reportedly going forward with a biopic of Bill Gaines, the man behind E.C. Comics and Mad Magazine. I can’t think of a better director for the project. Hopefully this, along with Burke and Hare will represent a return to prominence for Landis.
And finally, this re-imagining of the classic Sesame Street Pinball Number Count (AKA “11, 12!”) is a must-see. Have a great weekend, kids!
As a child of the 80’s, I have very distinct memories of commercials like this one for Lots-o’-Huggin’ Bear. Take a look…
I am literally buried under a mountain of sense memory right now. Which is all the more impressive, considering that this isn’t actually a vintage commercial, but a brand new bit of viral marketing for Toy Story 3.
Too much hugging, one presumes.
That is some impressive mimicry, Pixar. More evidence that these guys are deeply committed to manipulating me emotionally. WHY DID THAT SLUT HAVE TO ABANDON JESSIE FOR MAKEUP AND BOYS, DAMMIT?!!?!
Also, if you’re like me, you’re now looking for either this…
…or this…
I never noticed the jaunty key change in the Kid Sister section of the jingle. Girls are always showing off.
I’m going to be honest. I miss Schwarzenegger. Sure, he’s terrible at acting as we traditionally define it. But he’s an expert at being Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Honestly, I’m beginning to think the joke’s on me. There’s no way that anyone could think this shit looks watchable in the first place, but then they twist the knife even more with a terrifying CG dog dance, and the most overused licensed music in trailer history.
I feel like I’m going to show up at the Marmaduke premiere to discover that it’s actually a big, twisted surprise party for me like at the end of The Game. “You bought the whole Marmaduke thing?! We thought for sure you’d figure it out!” And then I commit suicide. It’s not exactly like The Game.
If you’re like me (and I know I am) you’re a fan of Garfield Minus Garfield, the web comic that removes the titular cat from his comic strip, leaving only a sad, addled, mentally unstable Jon Arbuckle behind. It completely changed the way I look at the comic, and it even won the approval of Jim Davis who eventually agreed to a book compilation.
Anyway, some enterprising soul gave the terrible movie the same treatment. Breckin Meyer’s peppy spirit results in a Jon Arbuckle who is more creepily deluded than clinically depressed, but the end result is roughly the same.
