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whether I like it or not.</description><link>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth" /><feedburner:info uri="popculturejunkieloudmouth" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><media:category scheme="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd">TV &amp; Film</media:category><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-2879303286711004684</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 08:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-01T03:04:19.581-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Aughts in Movies: 80-76</title><description>Apologies for the delay.&amp;nbsp; To make up for it, I'm gonna bombard you with the rest of the list right now.&amp;nbsp; If you need a refresher, &lt;a href="http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/aughts-in-movies-85-81.html"&gt;check out #85-81&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Let's get to it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;80. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Garth Jennings, 2005)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S2aC_UgepgI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ZDwj9La1_ms/s1600-h/80Hitchhiker-s-Guide480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S2aC_UgepgI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ZDwj9La1_ms/s320/80Hitchhiker-s-Guide480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A lot of people complained that the film version of Douglas Adams' book wasn't faithful to the original, completely forgetting that each adaptation of the story is fundamentally different from the last.&amp;nbsp; What Garth Jennings manages is to take Adams' story and use it to satirize some of the more ridiculous conventions of modern sci-fi cinema.&amp;nbsp; It's a damn shame the film didn't make any money, because this was a franchise that could've only gotten better.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;79. Stranger than Fiction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Marc Forster, 2006)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S2aDJrYJu9I/AAAAAAAAA2I/Y2OjUxHx63U/s1600-h/79+stranger+than+fiction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S2aDJrYJu9I/AAAAAAAAA2I/Y2OjUxHx63U/s320/79+stranger+than+fiction.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the outside the film feels like a poor man's Adaptation, but underneath cursory similarities, Stranger Than Fiction is a sobering reminder of just how confined we are to routine, the mundane, and the blandness of the real world.&amp;nbsp; While the central conceit is pure fantasy, the only magic in Harold Crick's life is the magic he has to create himself.&amp;nbsp; This is easily Will Ferrell's best performance.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;78. The Village&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(M. Night Shyamalan, 2004)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S2aDUbphWII/AAAAAAAAA2Q/nqX1WeZlf3A/s1600-h/78village2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S2aDUbphWII/AAAAAAAAA2Q/nqX1WeZlf3A/s320/78village2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People love to dump on Shyamalan lately, and despite the fact that The Happening is easily his worst film, I still don't understand all the hate for The Village.&amp;nbsp; It's less about the scares than most would have liked, and the twist is pretty easy to see coming.&amp;nbsp; Despite that, this is a remarkably deft film about how we handle our fears, and the performances by Bryce Dallas Howard and Adrien Brody are some of their best work.&amp;nbsp; Screw the haters, I love &lt;i&gt;The Village&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;77. Speed Racer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Andy &amp;amp; Larry Wachowski, 2008)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S2aDa7QiBJI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/gU5nqrK4KNg/s1600-h/77speed-racer-dec1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S2aDa7QiBJI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/gU5nqrK4KNg/s320/77speed-racer-dec1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Speaking of 'screw the haters', &lt;i&gt;Speed Racer &lt;/i&gt;is awesome.&amp;nbsp; After the disappointing double-whammy of the Matrix sequels, I was eager to see how the Wachowskis would bounce back.&amp;nbsp; I never expected a live-action remake of a classic anime series.&amp;nbsp; The sheer amount of energy and aggressive effects wizardry on display here is infections.&amp;nbsp; Sure, it's a big, silly cartoon, but it's one of the most purely entertaining films I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;76. Clerks II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Kevin Smith, 2006)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S2aDg6NnvXI/AAAAAAAAA2g/FtozQ1ltD6A/s1600-h/76clerks_2_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S2aDg6NnvXI/AAAAAAAAA2g/FtozQ1ltD6A/s320/76clerks_2_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clerks II &lt;/i&gt;is the sequel nobody asked for, let alone expected.&amp;nbsp; As it turned out, there was still material to be mined from Dante and Randall ten years after the fact.&amp;nbsp; In a sense, it's basically the same as the original &lt;i&gt;Clerks&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Where this film shines is in creating a long, slow burn that eventually explodes in one of the strangest third acts I've ever seen.&amp;nbsp; It's equal parts disgusting and poignant, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;85. Bowling for Columbine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Michael Moore, 2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0Vj5UJpgRI/AAAAAAAAA08/RhtGwyRjXk8/s1600-h/85BowlingforColumbine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0Vj5UJpgRI/AAAAAAAAA08/RhtGwyRjXk8/s320/85BowlingforColumbine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sure, Michael Moore is an exploitative blowhard, but when he gets it right, he &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; gets it right.&amp;nbsp; He raises a number of difficult questions over the course of the film, like "Why is America so gun crazy?"&amp;nbsp; The answers ultimately become "That's just the way we are," and it's a sobering admission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;84. Best in Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Christopher Guest, 2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0Vj-smoXbI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zZXIKCY9Ipw/s1600-h/84bestinshow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0Vj-smoXbI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zZXIKCY9Ipw/s320/84bestinshow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;While I prefer A Mighty Wind, Best in Show is clearly the better film.&amp;nbsp; The characters in this film just feel a bit more realistic, and at the same time utterly ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to pick a standout performance from the bunch, though Fred Willard's dog show commentator is easily the funniest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;83. Confessions of a Dangerous Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(George Clooney, 2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0VkFWdmPwI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Jll9et4DJXw/s1600-h/83confessmind1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0VkFWdmPwI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Jll9et4DJXw/s320/83confessmind1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's one of Charlie Kaufman's lesser scripts, but as directed by George Clooney, the story of Gong Show host Chuck Barris' stint as a government assassin is as warped and twisted as it is fascinating.&amp;nbsp; Sam Rockwell's performance is one bright spot out of half a dozen great performances.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;82. Crank / Crank: High Voltage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Neveldine/Taylor, 2006/2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0VkK9UsGQI/AAAAAAAAA1U/x7IRlL0Nl6E/s1600-h/82crank-high-voltage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0VkK9UsGQI/AAAAAAAAA1U/x7IRlL0Nl6E/s320/82crank-high-voltage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I realize I'm cheating by choosing both, but the two fit together so well that they almost demand to be seen back to back.&amp;nbsp; Whereas the first &lt;i&gt;Crank&lt;/i&gt; was a frantic attempt to become the ultimate cinematic video game, the sequel manages to up the ante by offending just about every sensibility in the book.&amp;nbsp; Statham is a blast to watch in both, and the third act of &lt;i&gt;Crank 2&lt;/i&gt; has to be seen to be believed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;81. Idiocracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Mike Judge, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0VkTFRRuJI/AAAAAAAAA1c/efaqR4uR0P4/s1600-h/81idiocracy_hospital.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0VkTFRRuJI/AAAAAAAAA1c/efaqR4uR0P4/s320/81idiocracy_hospital.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mike Judge's third feature was criminally dumped onto DVD by 20th Century Fox, but since then it's gained a sizable cult following.&amp;nbsp; Judge's vision for the year 2505 is a bleak one for the human race, where everyone is an idiot and smart people are labeled 'fags'.&amp;nbsp; We may never get to see the original cut of the film, but what we've got is still one of the sharpest satires of the decade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Next up, five that you'll probably think I'm crazy for including.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;90. Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Adam McKay, 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0PhtpoMXzI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ZisNVNOlfGI/s1600-h/90anchorman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0PhtpoMXzI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ZisNVNOlfGI/s320/90anchorman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The sheer amount of ad-libbing on display in &lt;i&gt;Anchorman &lt;/i&gt;is amazing, amazing enough that they cut together a second movie from the remaining footage (a shitty movie, but a movie nonetheless).&amp;nbsp; I'm honestly not too thrilled about the prospect of a sequel, but if it's half as good as &lt;i&gt;Anchorman&lt;/i&gt;, it'll be way better than any of his recent comedies. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;89. Primer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Shane Carruth, 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0PivXVvbFI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KMZ-mH-CU9A/s1600-h/89primer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0PivXVvbFI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KMZ-mH-CU9A/s320/89primer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's proof that in the right hands, $7000 can make a great movie.&amp;nbsp; Those who love &lt;i&gt;Primer &lt;/i&gt;always talk about how plausible Carruth makes his time travel story or how it's some kind of DIY sci-fi treatise.&amp;nbsp; What I love about &lt;i&gt;Primer&lt;/i&gt; is how the actors treat the dialogue as though it were a Robert Altman film.&amp;nbsp; The film doesn't care if you keep up or not, so you'd better pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;88. The Brothers Bloom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Rian Johnson, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0PkAMnDVHI/AAAAAAAAA0k/TPnkj4tyI3Y/s1600-h/88the-brothers-bloom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0PkAMnDVHI/AAAAAAAAA0k/TPnkj4tyI3Y/s320/88the-brothers-bloom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of you never saw this, because it only played in a couple hundred theaters, so when it hits DVD (if it hasn't already), go find it.&amp;nbsp; Nine times out of ten, I hate caper movies, but Rian Johnson's goes so far out of his way to make this the &lt;i&gt;Ulysses&lt;/i&gt; of caper films that it won me over in spite of myself.&amp;nbsp; Style by the truckload, humor by the gallon, and probably the best expletive use of the decade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;87. Walk the Line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(James Mangold, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0PkQ-_nYlI/AAAAAAAAA0s/LtbcuyW9VfM/s1600-h/86Walk+the+Line.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0PkQ-_nYlI/AAAAAAAAA0s/LtbcuyW9VfM/s320/86Walk+the+Line.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon may have won the Oscar for her turn as June Carter, but Joaquin Phoenix is infinitely better as Johnny Cash.&amp;nbsp; Of all the music biopics of the decade (not that there were that many to begin with), &lt;i&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/i&gt; is easily the best.&amp;nbsp; Great cover songs and strong performances.&amp;nbsp; Does a rock biopic need anything else?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;86. Hellboy II: The Golden Army&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Guillermo del Toro, 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0PlDIcAaGI/AAAAAAAAA00/ChQg0RmrZYY/s1600-h/86hellboy-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0PlDIcAaGI/AAAAAAAAA00/ChQg0RmrZYY/s320/86hellboy-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a difficult thing to combine sci-fi and fantasy and have the result be a success.&amp;nbsp; While del Toro's Hellboy sequel is really more of a remake, it's better than the original in almost every way (Danny Elfman's score pales in comparison to Marco Beltrami's original).&amp;nbsp; The fantasy elements are some of the most interesting you'll ever find, and the performances are uniformly brilliant.&amp;nbsp; Comic book films rarely look this good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Come on back for #85-81.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;95. Hot Rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Akiva Schaffer, 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0FKC6reujI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-H6zbBaaDGo/s1600-h/95hotrod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0FKC6reujI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-H6zbBaaDGo/s320/95hotrod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's the part where I have to say, "Hear me out on this one..."&amp;nbsp; As far as straight comedy goes, I'm a pretty tough sell, doubly so when we're talking about anything involving SNL cast members.&amp;nbsp; So it came as a pretty big surprise when I found &lt;i&gt;Hot Rod&lt;/i&gt; to be unexpectedly hilarious.&amp;nbsp; The plot itself isn't anything special, but the way Schaffer, Samberg, et al string together absurdist humor is...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0_dWQUPSX8"&gt;let's say unique.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;94. The Terminal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Stephen Spielberg, 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0FQxgJQQHI/AAAAAAAAAz8/jiO31QyEYh4/s1600-h/91terminal_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0FQxgJQQHI/AAAAAAAAAz8/jiO31QyEYh4/s320/91terminal_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sandwiched firmly in the middle of Spielberg's 2001-2005 creative spurt is &lt;i&gt;The Terminal, &lt;/i&gt;one of a litany of films dealing with post-9/11 anxieties.&amp;nbsp; Spielberg's decision to apply a Capra-corn approach to the tale of Viktor Navorski (a role in which Tom Hanks provides a square mile of heart) may make it seem needlessly schmaltzy to some, but for me it makes the film infinitely more palatable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;93. Superbad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Greg Mottola, 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0FUq9YWXWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/iyg-fH9-u40/s1600-h/93superbad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0FUq9YWXWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/iyg-fH9-u40/s320/93superbad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;With the explosion of the Judd Apatow brand of comedy, one of them was bound to rise above the rest.&amp;nbsp; Some prefer &lt;i&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/i&gt;, others prefer &lt;i&gt;Forgetting Sarah Marshall&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; For me, the best is &lt;i&gt;Superbad&lt;/i&gt;, not because of how crude the humor is or how incredibly, latently gay Seth and Evan are.&amp;nbsp; This one stuck with me for recapturing the notion of the teen sex comedy as some kind of grand adventure.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20kZenGjPIg"&gt;And the opening credits are pretty classy as well.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;92. Star Wars, Episode III: Revenge of the Sith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(George Lucas, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0FKauPguSI/AAAAAAAAAzs/meBzCjOmu_s/s1600-h/77revenge+sith.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0FKauPguSI/AAAAAAAAAzs/meBzCjOmu_s/s320/77revenge+sith.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What separates &lt;i&gt;Revenge of the Sith&lt;/i&gt; from the other two prequels is that things actually happen, and they're things that the fans actually care about.&amp;nbsp; Just as this was the story the fans had always wanted, it's pretty clear that this is the prequel that George Lucas always wanted to make.&amp;nbsp; The other two were just filler.&amp;nbsp; There are a couple of groaners, sure, but the sheer entertainment on display here is a reminder of how good Star Wars used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;91. The Hurt Locker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Kathryn Bigelow, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0FKhwbtUEI/AAAAAAAAAz0/K8RE_2jr4Tw/s1600-h/95hurtlocker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0FKhwbtUEI/AAAAAAAAAz0/K8RE_2jr4Tw/s320/95hurtlocker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How do you make a movie about a war where there is no clearly defined enemy?&amp;nbsp; Remove the enemy entirely.&amp;nbsp; Bigelow's film about a bomb squad in Iraq is incredibly well photographed, and each scene in which SSgt. James defuses a bomb is exponentially more tense than the last.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;The Hurt Locker &lt;/i&gt;is a very different kind of war film, and it's all the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Come on back for #90-86.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-2524562394064590905?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/8dENFOs8hWU/aughts-in-movies-95-91.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/S0FKC6reujI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-H6zbBaaDGo/s72-c/95hotrod.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/aughts-in-movies-95-91.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-7347357827736378186</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T22:10:45.897-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Aughts in Movies: 100-96</title><description>The Aughts have come and gone, and that means lists of every damn thing under the sun.&amp;nbsp; My primary focus is movies, so that's where I'll start.&amp;nbsp; Of all the movies I've seen this decade, I've paired my list down to 100 (could've probably made it smaller, but 100 is a good number and it'll make for quite a few posts).&amp;nbsp; Now certainly, there are movies that I haven't seen that might potentially wind up on this list later, and still others whose absence you might find egregious.&amp;nbsp; Tough.&amp;nbsp; This is my list.&amp;nbsp; If you don't like it, go make your own.&amp;nbsp; Here's what I'll do.&amp;nbsp; Five movies a day throughout January 2010.&amp;nbsp; 20 posts, 100 movies.&amp;nbsp; Let's get crackin', shall we?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;100.&amp;nbsp; Cloverfield&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Matt Reeves, 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SzraZUXmrHI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Zu_qbqXb16E/s1600-h/100cloverfield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SzraZUXmrHI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Zu_qbqXb16E/s320/100cloverfield.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a simple enough concept.&amp;nbsp; Take a modern spin on the kaiju monster film and tell it through the lens of a group of 20-something hipsters with a video camera.&amp;nbsp; The gimmick works more often than not, and there are some genuine scares to be found.&amp;nbsp; As far as these camcorder flicks go, &lt;i&gt;Cloverfield&lt;/i&gt; is head and shoulders above the rest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;99. Team America: World Police&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Trey Parker, 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SzrdJ4PNKbI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Z0xrh2OARMQ/s1600-h/99team-america-world-police-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SzrdJ4PNKbI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Z0xrh2OARMQ/s320/99team-america-world-police-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a real shame that Trey Parker and Matt Stone seem to hate the filmmaking process so much; when they do make a movie, it's hysterical.&amp;nbsp; As utterly ridiculous as the film is, the puppetry is top-notch, and Bill Pope's cinematography turns this silly puppet show into something as visually stunning as it is obnoxiously crass.&amp;nbsp; If &lt;i&gt;Team America&lt;/i&gt; had been a musical (and it very nearly is), it would've been even better.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;98. Kung Fu Panda&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Mark Osborne/John Stevenson, 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SzrdnKGIFPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/jDhFXAlGoZk/s1600-h/97kung-fu-panda-one-web_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SzrdnKGIFPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/jDhFXAlGoZk/s320/97kung-fu-panda-one-web_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; After some ten years of truly groan-inducing animated films, Dreamworks drops Kung Fu Panda on us.&amp;nbsp; I was elated to find that &lt;i&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/i&gt; is every bit as good as some of Pixar's work, and infinitely better than most Dreamworks films.&amp;nbsp; The fluidity of the animation, a timeless story with a decent message, and one of Hans Zimmer's best scores all help make this one of the most fun animated films of the decade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;97. Millions&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Danny Boyle, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SzrdrZz13uI/AAAAAAAAAy8/IkYy9uDbkxk/s1600-h/96millions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SzrdrZz13uI/AAAAAAAAAy8/IkYy9uDbkxk/s320/96millions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Between Danny Boyle's zombie movie and his Oscar winner, this one got lost in the shuffle, but it's every bit as good.&amp;nbsp; The story of a kid consulting the saints on how to spend his found million dollars is a simple enough one, but Boyle paints a multi-faceted portrait of greed, honesty, naivete, and a truckload of other personality traits.&amp;nbsp; And if you're in the right mood, &lt;i&gt;Millions&lt;/i&gt; even works as a Christmas movie. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;96. Drag Me to Hell&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Sam Raimi, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/Sz55M8JqLGI/AAAAAAAAAzE/wVdWPAZOUAI/s1600-h/93drag-me-to-hell-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/Sz55M8JqLGI/AAAAAAAAAzE/wVdWPAZOUAI/s320/93drag-me-to-hell-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As entertaining as his Spider-Man films are, Sam Raimi's expertise is in horror, and his little PG-13 grossout flick was a breath of fresh air in a genre overstuffed with J-horror remakes and increasingly lame slasher flicks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Drag Me to Hell&lt;/i&gt; is a ton of disgusting, goofy fun, and proof that Spider-Man hasn't dulled Raimi's style.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep an eye out for 95-91 in the next day or two. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-7347357827736378186?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/8-6uFhTU0t0/aughts-in-movies-100-96.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SzraZUXmrHI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Zu_qbqXb16E/s72-c/100cloverfield.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/aughts-in-movies-100-96.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-4198669093170681570</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T17:44:31.419-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">games</category><title>To Ride or Not To Ride</title><description>Ever since their inception, the whole point of video games has been to recreate a virtual world in which one could do things one normally wouldn't (nor couldn't) do.&amp;nbsp; Squashing Goombas, bombing dodongos, rushing Zerg; if any of these phrases make any sort of sense to you, then I'm sure you've spent you're fair share of time behind a controller or keyboard.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, the point is, video games were created to allow us to do the impossible in a virtual environment.&amp;nbsp; Of course, this didn't stop some developers from trying to create as realistic an experiences as humanly possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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Which brings us to the topic of today's little temper tantrum.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Tony Hawk Ride&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; If you're not familiar with the series, it's a skateboarding series in which you traverse various environments on a skateboard, searching for that ever elusive perfect score by performing tricks, stringing together combos, and generally goofing around on a skateboard.&amp;nbsp; The series began as purely trick-based, but as the franchise went on, it began to delve further and further into the ridiculous (particularly in &lt;i&gt;Tony Hawk's Underground 2&lt;/i&gt;, in which the &lt;i&gt;Jackass&lt;/i&gt; crew hijacked the entire game and all but ruined everything great about the first &lt;i&gt;Underground&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ride&lt;/i&gt;, the most recent installment, is apparently seeking to take things back to basics with perhaps the most pointless of all gaming peripherals.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SwrQ53lpg-I/AAAAAAAAAvY/DC0ggeUfn9g/s1600/ride.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SwrQ53lpg-I/AAAAAAAAAvY/DC0ggeUfn9g/s320/ride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It's a wireless, board-shaped controller that's essentially a skateboard without wheels.&amp;nbsp; There are sensors lining every corner of the board, which control your skater based on your own movements.&amp;nbsp; This seems like a simple enough concept (and frankly, one I'm surprised they haven't resorted to sooner), but what concerns me is execution.&amp;nbsp; Now, I'll admit, I haven't actually tried this thing yet.&amp;nbsp; I'm not about to drop $120 on a game franchise that hasn't seen a decent installment in six years.&amp;nbsp; ...Okay,&lt;i&gt; Project 8&lt;/i&gt; wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, just from looking at this thing, I can guess that the entire game must be predicated on the player's own hand-eye-foot coordination.&amp;nbsp; I imagine a veteran skateboarder like, say, Tony Hawk might be pretty good at this game.&amp;nbsp; A guy like me, who can't walk six steps without tripping over a pine cone, might have a bit of a problem.&amp;nbsp; And if the &lt;a href="http://xbox360.ign.com/articles/104/1048292p1.html"&gt;actual&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gametrailers.com/game/tony-hawk-ride/11311"&gt;reviews&lt;/a&gt; are any indication, my assessment is perfectly accurate.&amp;nbsp; IGN refers to the game as the "skateboarding equivalent of button-mashing."&amp;nbsp; What appears to require a good bit of finesse to perfect is, in fact, a chore for the casual player and, to some extent, the hardcore gamer.&amp;nbsp; In essence, this makes &lt;i&gt;Tony Hawk Ride&lt;/i&gt; the rare hardcore game that is only playable to someone who's hardcore at something other than gaming.&lt;br /&gt;
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But my quibble isn't so much with the controls as the board itself.&amp;nbsp; In theory, it's not that bad an idea.&amp;nbsp; I mean, we already have fishing rods for fishing games and steering wheels for racing games, so why not a skateboard for a skateboarding game?&amp;nbsp; Well, does anyone remember an arcade game called &lt;i&gt;Top Skater&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SwrVN7OgkdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/0gEMGYuCNWI/s1600/topskater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SwrVN7OgkdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/0gEMGYuCNWI/s320/topskater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;This game first appeared in arcades in 1997, and I vividly remember wasting many a dollar in an effort to figure the damn thing out.&amp;nbsp; Functionally, the two games operate the same way.&amp;nbsp; You're asked to control a stationary facsimile of a moving skateboard.&amp;nbsp; The problem with this approach is two-fold.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, you have to maneuver the board the same way you would in real life, only in this instance the physics involved are completely different.&amp;nbsp; The primary agent involved in real skateboarding is momentum.&amp;nbsp; With &lt;i&gt;Ride&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Top Skater&lt;/i&gt;, though, it's imperative that you stay in one place.&amp;nbsp; Ride does, at least, have an advantage over &lt;i&gt;Top Skater&lt;/i&gt;, in that it's operation is based on motion-sensors rather than mechanics.&amp;nbsp; The problem still stands, though, that you're being asked to manipulate the board in more or less the same way that you might in real life.&amp;nbsp; And you're just as likely to awkwardly trip over the board as you are to pull the tricks off effectively.&amp;nbsp; Again, it comes back to experience.&amp;nbsp; If you already know how to do this, then you're in no need of any tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;
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Secondly, it dictates the style of gameplay.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Tony Hawk Ride&lt;/i&gt;'s casual mode is essentially a souped-up version of &lt;i&gt;Top Skater&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; You're character is on-rails, so to speak, being thrust through the course by the invisible hand of Mr. Hawk himself.&amp;nbsp; According to the reviews, the free-roaming modes of the game are nigh unplayable precisely due to the awkwardness of mimicking the action of skateboarding.&lt;br /&gt;
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Again, having not played it, I really couldn't say for myself.&amp;nbsp; So what's my point, then?&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure, exactly.&amp;nbsp; You could probably dig out a thesis for this post if you tried hard enough, but I guess what I'm more concerned with is that this once great gaming franchise has been reduced to pulling stunts like asking $120 for a gimmicky controller and a half-assed game.&amp;nbsp; It's not enough to pretend to be skateboarding.&amp;nbsp; They now want us to pay double price to &lt;i&gt;pretend&lt;/i&gt; to pretend to skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Complain, complain, complain.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-4198669093170681570?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/g-S3oTDGboc/to-ride-or-not-to-ride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SwrQ53lpg-I/AAAAAAAAAvY/DC0ggeUfn9g/s72-c/ride.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-ride-or-not-to-ride.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-448292127942683458</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T23:21:26.211-05:00</atom:updated><title>Zombie Haiku Zen</title><description>Last month, I entered a &lt;a href="http://www.forcesofgeek.com/2009/10/contest-win-signed-personalized-copy-of.html"&gt;zombie haiku contest&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Didn't think I'd win.&amp;nbsp; Multiple entries were allowed, so said the site's editor, so I sent in five.&amp;nbsp; Checked my email this morning and lo and behold I 'd won the contest.&amp;nbsp; The prize was &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Zombies-Record-Infection-Don-Roff/dp/0811871002/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1258431113&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;a signed copy of this book&lt;/a&gt;, written by FoG's own Don Roff.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if they'll publish my zombie haiku, so I'll just post 'em:&lt;br /&gt;
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The shamblers approach.&lt;br /&gt;
I cock my rifle once more,&lt;br /&gt;
And it's out of shells...&lt;br /&gt;
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When bullets dry up&lt;br /&gt;
and the gasoline is gone,&lt;br /&gt;
just use a pick-axe!&lt;br /&gt;
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"This is too much fun!"&lt;br /&gt;
Mike said, hacking up two more.&lt;br /&gt;
I think he needs help...&lt;br /&gt;
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Cities deserted,&lt;br /&gt;
They've eaten everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;
A farm life awaits.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear God, it can't be...&lt;br /&gt;
First they learned to congregate,&lt;br /&gt;
Now they're on horseback!&lt;br /&gt;
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And there you have it; five haiku about zombies that won me a book.&amp;nbsp; Also, just for fun, this entire post can be read as several haiku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-448292127942683458?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/LXLwfNRmTgU/zombie-haiku-zen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/zombie-haiku-zen.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-4012482263090963182</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 01:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T23:54:10.373-04:00</atom:updated><title>Food That Will Kill Me: The Twinkie Weiner Sandwich</title><description>In the world of junk food, there is a legend.&amp;nbsp; A concoction so equally beloved and reviled, that a simple google search will bring up hundreds of sites from people detailing their experience with the monstrosity.&amp;nbsp; I'm speaking, of course, of the Twinkie Weiner Sandwich.&amp;nbsp; Because I'm a glutton for punishment, as well as shitty food, I thought I'd try out this culinary disaster for myself.&amp;nbsp; And because I refuse to simply make one, eat it, and then tell you about it, we're going to treat it like an experiment!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Define the Question: &lt;/b&gt;What does a Twinkie Weiner Sandwich taste like?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Gather Information:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; The most notable appearance of this nightmare fuel comes from the 1989 cult classic &lt;i&gt;UHF&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to the powers of YouTube, we can watch Weird Al Yankovic himself prepare such a feast.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z-_FO9p8Xdg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z-_FO9p8Xdg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Seems straightforward enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Form a Hypothesis:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; The Twinkie Weiner Sandwich is the most disgusting invention ever to spring forth from Satan's gaping maw.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Collect Data:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;First thing's first.&amp;nbsp; You'll need the ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A pack of hotdogs, cheez whiz, and a box of Twinkies.&amp;nbsp; Serves eight (or nobody, depending on who you ask).&amp;nbsp; For the purposes of this experiment, and because I may not live that long, we're only going to prepare one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnGY2b5V_I/AAAAAAAAArU/eVn1yTowJAo/s1600-h/DSC01457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnGY2b5V_I/AAAAAAAAArU/eVn1yTowJAo/s320/DSC01457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wrap the hotdog in a paper towel and microwave for one minute.&amp;nbsp; The hotdog may whistle and generally sound like a lobster screaming bloody murder, but this is normal.&amp;nbsp; It's just the hotdog splitting in half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnG8U3jGAI/AAAAAAAAArc/WvVWGcwmbjk/s1600-h/DSC01462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnG8U3jGAI/AAAAAAAAArc/WvVWGcwmbjk/s320/DSC01462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next, split the Twinkie in half from underneath, in the shape of a hotdog bun.&amp;nbsp; You could probably just do this with your hands or a butter knife, but I decided to take the Tim Taylor approach.&amp;nbsp; WARNING: DO NOT LICK THE KNIFE WHEN YOU'RE DONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnHkd0GvbI/AAAAAAAAArs/m86udQWgz8k/s1600-h/DSC01464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnHkd0GvbI/AAAAAAAAArs/m86udQWgz8k/s320/DSC01464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Place the hotdog inside the Twinkie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnIfzaHWlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/fImCEcCYjH8/s1600-h/DSC01465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnIfzaHWlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/fImCEcCYjH8/s320/DSC01465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next, apply the cheez whiz as desired.&amp;nbsp; I imagine you could replace cheez whiz with your condiment of choice, but I also can't imagine anything actually making this abomination any better.&amp;nbsp; If I had to guess at a more suitable replacement, I'd say...marshmallow cream?&amp;nbsp; Maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnKryRGkfI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Jf7L61HGebk/s1600-h/DSC01469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnKryRGkfI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Jf7L61HGebk/s320/DSC01469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And now we enjoy the fruits of the Devil's Workshop.&amp;nbsp; The only thing we're not going to follow Weird Al on is dipping the Twinkie Weiner Sandwich in coffee.&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Analyze the Data:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; The first bite yields surprising results.&amp;nbsp; It's not quite the abomination I was fearing it might be.&amp;nbsp; The intense sugar overload of the Twinkie is balanced out by the equally high sodium content of the hotdog and cheez whiz.&amp;nbsp; The result is a surprisingly smooth sandwich thatOH GOD MY INSIDES ARE SCREAMING!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnVfi_b_kI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Ol8ndfghJWk/s1600-h/DSC01473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnVfi_b_kI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Ol8ndfghJWk/s320/DSC01473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Hours later)&amp;nbsp; I felt it necessary to at least finish eating the Twinkie Weiner Sandwich, which was a bit of a chore, as it was firmly in the middle of the food spectrum, between inedible and delicious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Interpret the Data:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; After the first bite sank in, things pretty much went south.&amp;nbsp; Compared to the taste, which was surprisingly not awful, my stomach reacted with a series of pangs and gurgles which would probably translate to "What the Hell is all this???"&amp;nbsp; The digestion process is accompanied by a wave of terror that can only be explained as the body's fight-or-flight response to the hardening of one's arteries.&amp;nbsp; Once it was all gone, there was only one thing that could cleanse the palate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnVdDH-dUI/AAAAAAAAAsE/loRoP6s0SOo/s1600-h/DSC01475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnVdDH-dUI/AAAAAAAAAsE/loRoP6s0SOo/s320/DSC01475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;7. Draw Conclusions:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;I do not recommend this disgusting thing to anyone.&amp;nbsp; I fail to see how anyone, least of all Weird Al Yankovic, can stomach such garbage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-4012482263090963182?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/LAFX5WsWa1c/food-that-will-kill-me-twinkie-weiner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SpnEY47Bq1I/AAAAAAAAArM/5ZWmdhvXX5w/s72-c/DSC01455.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-that-will-kill-me-twinkie-weiner.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-1452714783570798739</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-10T22:54:14.586-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">games</category><title>LiveBlogging Call of Duty 4</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A couple days ago, I used &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/JP_Wade"&gt;my Twitter feed&lt;/a&gt; to liveblog my thoughts on &lt;/span&gt;Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  Since it was the first time I'd either A) played a &lt;/span&gt;Call of Duty&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; game or B) liveblogged anything, I thought it might be fun to recount my limited thoughts on what was supposedly one of the best games of 2007/2008.  For my part, I enjoyed it, and might do it again if the mood strikes.  Who knows, maybe I'll turn it into a running series?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:26 PM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/JP_Wade/status/2538306818" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Just started playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call of Duty 4&lt;/span&gt;. Never played one of these before. First impression: Why play Syriana when I could just watch the DVD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:28 PM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Wait...I just witnessed a tertiary character's execution from a first person perspective?  WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:45 PM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;The "Protect person X" mission is the clear sign that a game has run out of ideas.  This is only level 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:47 PM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Third world country?  Helicopters?  Are we ripping off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Hawk Down&lt;/span&gt; already??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:49 PM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I love how I unlock achievements for doing things that the game requires me to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:58 PM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Wait... "1/30 of enemy intelligence retrieved"?  Is this a fetch quest?? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit: It wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:09 PM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I love how for all of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CoD4&lt;/span&gt;'s supremely impressive graphics, 90% of the shrapnel flying around is still crappy 2D sprites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:31 PM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Stuck in a firefight at some TV station.  No snarky comment for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:37 PM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;The game's strict "Friendly fire is bad" restriction apparently only applies to officers. Privates are fair game. Good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:11 PM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;The game just quoted Robert McNamara; reminded me that he died a couple days ago.  Guess I'll play this one for him today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Early on, I made the mistake of convincing the game I was up to playing on hard mode.  Eventually, I got a little too into the game and ended up getting stuck on a number of levels where, if I played the level for too long, I'd forget what I was even supposed to be doing.  Suffice it to say, liveblogging was no longer the priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This all culminated in a mission called "One Shot, One Kill", where I botch an assassination, only to have to flee from a city's worth of soldiers with a wounded douchebag of a partner in tow.  At level's end, you're tasked with holing up inside a fairground (ferris wheel and bumper cars and all), waiting for the chopper to pick you up, all the while wave upon wave of enemy soldiers keep trying to pick you off.  Thanks to "Hard Mode", I got stuck on this level for a good 3 hours before giving up and taking the game back to the store with the excuse that it was 'defective'.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid &lt;/span&gt;Call of Duty&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-1452714783570798739?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/pkKyJjD61Ac/liveblogging-call-of-duty-4.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/liveblogging-call-of-duty-4.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-5085691812391756781</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-07T12:38:15.448-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>21st Century Uplifter</title><description>I want to share with you a story about my most adventure in buying music.  This story takes place in a Best Buy, partly because they've driven out every Mom-n-Pop music store in town, but mostly because it's where I buy most of my music anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I went to Best Buy with the intent of picking up one of two new albums from two bands that I've grown up listening to: Green Day's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21st Century Breakdown&lt;/span&gt; or 311's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uplifter&lt;/span&gt;.  Shut up, I like what I like.  The buzz surrounding the new Green Day album has been deafening.  It seemed like everywhere I looked someone was raving about it (&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/reviews/album/27796996/review/27809821/21st_century_breakdown"&gt;Rob Sheffield's review seems particularly delusional&lt;/a&gt;), and I was already kinda sick of the constant pounding and shouting of "Know Your Enemy".  So I went into the store with two strikes against that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, "Hey You" is easily the best new 311 song I've heard in five or six years.  So that's one point for 311.  The downside is that it seems no matter how hard I look, I can't find anything written about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uplifter&lt;/span&gt;.  Even Rolling Stone is ignoring this one, and they review everything.  So that wasn't really a good sign.  One strike against it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I got to the store, my decision was pretty much made for me.  Best Buy was ALL SOLD OUT of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21st Century Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;, unless I wanted to buy the super-deluxe version or the LP for an extra ten bucks.  I didn't.  That sealed the deal for me.  I went to grab a copy of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uplifter&lt;/span&gt;, only to find that seemingly nobody had bought the dozens of copies Best Buy had.  Doesn't surprise me; nobody is promoting it, and "Hey You"'s been getting minimal radio play at best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a Green Day fan going all the way back to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nimrod&lt;/span&gt;, it kills me to say that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21st Century Breakdown&lt;/span&gt; is just going to have to wait.  Instead I bought &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Uplifter&lt;/span&gt; and was pleasantly surprised at it.  An album this diverse and enjoyable deserves to be heard by more people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'd like to say thank you to all the teenagers out there.  You made my purchase decision that much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-5085691812391756781?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/sg_IGTyb0oc/21st-century-uplifter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/21st-century-uplifter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-3210225872171191630</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T21:23:03.324-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reviews</category><title>Crank: High Voltage</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SfJkzsQhWmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/HcDuaGcgQ4Y/s1600-h/crank_two_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SfJkzsQhWmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/HcDuaGcgQ4Y/s320/crank_two_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328432148349278818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not every movie is for every audience.  That's a pretty well understood fact.  Probably no other film in recent memory exemplifies that fact better than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crank: High Voltage&lt;/span&gt;, a film that takes every wacky excess of the original &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crank&lt;/span&gt;, dials it up to eleven, and then sets the whole thing on fire just for kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you've seen the poster, you pretty much know the story.  Chev Chelios (Jason Statham) died.  But then he got better.  After falling from a helicopter at the end of the first film and bouncing off a car, Chev is scraped off the pavement by the Asian mafia.  He wakes up a couple months later in a crappy operating room with an artificial heart and his own in a cooler halfway across town.  The movie then follows Chev as he rampages across Los Angeles, searching for the man who stole his heart and attempting to keep his body charged any and every way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing to note about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crank 2&lt;/span&gt; is that everybody from the original is back.  And I DO mean everybody.  There are cameos out the wazoo; even Efren Ramirez is back playing the psychotic twin brother of his character from the first film (and just because his character was apparently not crazy enough, they decided to give him "full body Tourette's").  The movie is full of bizarre callbacks to the first film.  There are more crazy 'juicing up' sequences; there's another weird public sex scene; ridiculous escapes and shootouts; it's all here.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crank: High Voltage&lt;/span&gt; is pretty much everything one might expect from a sequel to a movie like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crank&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it a better film?  Not really.  Sure, it's loads more fun, it's crazier, and a hell of a lot funnier.  But it doesn't really build on the foundation of the original, just continues it's mad descent into lunacy.  For me, the climactic fight scene felt like a bit of a letdown.  Then again, when your first film ends with the hero and villian falling out of a helicopter, you're gonna be hard pressed to top that.  But damn, if they don't try.  Depending on your taste for over the top, cartoony action, the final shot of the film will either leave you disgusted or laughing your ass off.  I fell into the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crank: High Voltage&lt;/span&gt; that I want to talk about, but I feel like mentioning any of it might spoil it for anyone else.  Suffice it to say, the trailers only show a fraction of the strange things you'll encounter in this film.  With an equally twisted musical score composed by Mike Patton, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crank: High Voltage &lt;/span&gt;moves and spazzes out like a speed freak in a candy store, and if you enjoyed the first film at all, you'll definitely get a kick outta this one.  Is it great filmmaking?  No.  But writer/directors Neveldine and Taylor and Jason Statham know exactly what they're doing, and it's one of the most fun, aggressive, and wacked out action films ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four stars (****) out of five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for fun, here's a bit of Mike Patton's score:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8w-6q5t-cy0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8w-6q5t-cy0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-3210225872171191630?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/2WzIyoKvH-4/crank-high-voltage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SfJkzsQhWmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/HcDuaGcgQ4Y/s72-c/crank_two_ver2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/crank-high-voltage.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-7725464754268684849</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 02:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-11T23:13:00.263-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reviews</category><title>Observe and Report</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SeFbPMt1vVI/AAAAAAAAApM/HhZkuOUfA4k/s1600-h/Observe_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SeFbPMt1vVI/AAAAAAAAApM/HhZkuOUfA4k/s320/Observe_Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323636551198293330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If Judd Apatow is the proprietor of today's "Idiot manchildren growing up" comedies, NC native Jody Hill is making a name for himself with a series of "Idiot manchildren being reinforced" comedies.  Ronnie Barnhardt (Seth Rogen) feels like he could be the equally disturbed younger brother of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Foot Fist Way&lt;/span&gt;'s Fred Simmons.  But whereas Fred seemed to at least learn something from his ordeal, Ronnie's creepy worldview is not only vindicated, but frighteningly encouraged.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronnie is the head of security at a New Mexico shopping mall.  He spends his days pining for the use of a six-shooter while on duty, as well as Brandi (Anna Faris), the girl who works the cosmetics counter.  When a flasher starts terrorizing the mall (and the audience) with his dangly member, Ronnie takes it upon himself and his team to hunt the flasher down and protect Brandi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What follows is Ronnie taking advantage of the situation to go on one ridiculous ego trip after another and to woo Brandi (seemingly by force).  The film is more of a disturbed character study than a plot-driven comedy.  It does bear a lot in common with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Foot Fist Way&lt;/span&gt;, especially in watching our hero's well-being continuously put to the test, often with violent results.  It's a film that almost forces you to root for Ronnie, because in the real world we'd probably hate this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultimately, it's this aspect of the film that will either make or break it for you.  If you're willing to forgive some of Ronnie's more violent excesses and impulses, you'll probably have a fun afternoon at the movies.  On the other hand, you may find yourself aghast at Ronnie's behavior, especially once the real detective (Ray Liotta) arrives onto the scene, much to Ronnie's chagrin.  It's a credit to Seth Rogen that the central character's performance is as strong as it is, because the film that he finds himself in is really pretty flimsy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like with his previous film, Jody Hill seems far more interested in character than he is in plot.  The film ultimately suffers from having almost nothing to do, leaving Rogen to invent shenanigans for Ronnie to get into (the increasingly quiet shouting match with a fellow mall employee: priceless).  There are some great laughs along the way, but the film can't overcome its lack of structure to be anything other than a curiosity.  Which is a shame, because Ronnie's character arc is surprisingly strong.  It's fun seeing Seth Rogen actually play a character other than himself for once, but the film surrounding him is largely unimpressive.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Observe and Report&lt;/span&gt; is certainly funny, but a strong central performance does not a good film make.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three stars (***) out of five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-7725464754268684849?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/BWAoKK9_B9E/observe-and-report.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SeFbPMt1vVI/AAAAAAAAApM/HhZkuOUfA4k/s72-c/Observe_Poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/observe-and-report.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-1353225524099794168</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-06T13:29:54.667-04:00</atom:updated><title>Back from the Past!</title><description>If you've ever been to Universal Studios-Orlando (pre-2007), you probably know the geeky fun of going on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/span&gt; ride.  It sat along the northeastern edge of the park, housed in a huge building dubbed the Institute of Future Technology.  Outside, you could get your picture taken with Doc Brown's DeLorean and um... Time...Train...thing.  You know, the train from the end of Part III.  I know I got my picture taken with the DeLorean when I was a kid, but I'm afraid that picture's been lost to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the ride closed two years ago this week (March 30, 2007) to make way for, of all things, a ride based on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;.  Of all the things that could possibly replace the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/span&gt; ride, this was far from the worst, but still somewhat heartbreaking.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; isn't even a Universal property, what business do they have replacing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to the freaking Future&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's done is done, and not you, nor I, nor anyone else will get to chase Biff through the past, the future, and elsewhere ever again.  But the ride is not completely gone.  Apparently all of the ride footage can be found on the newest edition of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/span&gt; DVD (still waiting on a blu-ray...).  That's pretty cool.  I'm sure if you thrashed yourself around on your couch like an idiot, you could replicate the feel of the ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the entire point of this post is that I just discovered this on YouTube.  Apparently, while standing in line for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; ride, you can see one of the video screens directly reference the fact that a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/span&gt; ride once stood there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9r2EYy3rxU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9r2EYy3rxU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that?  And yes, that's Christopher Lloyd, still voicing Doc Brown at the age of 70.  Wow, is he really that old?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-1353225524099794168?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/1H3XAabp2r8/back-from-past.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-from-past.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-6302760253304894897</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 21:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-04T19:36:23.160-04:00</atom:updated><title>Flea Market Finds #1</title><description>Oh, the countless wonderful things you can find at a flea market.  I've fallen into the habit of heading out to the NC State Fairgrounds every Saturday afternoon to sift through the mass of junk and whatnots to see what I can find.  In particular, I keep an eye out for derelict video games and their respective consoles.  Two weeks ago I came away with a fully functional Super NES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I poked through one particular booth, when I came across some older Super NES carts.  All of them sports titles, not worth the plastic they're made out of.  Underneath the table, though I saw a box.  Poking out of the box was the top of an NES joystick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll give you a dollar for this joystick," I said to the owner of the booth.&lt;br /&gt;"Hell," he said, "I'll give you the whole box for a dollar."&lt;br /&gt;"....Sold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home with my prize.  Not entirely sure what it was I'd just paid for.  All I knew was that I'd scored an NES QuickShot for a dollar.  Good enough for me.  Once I got home, I unloaded the box and found the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfYFuzOSoI/AAAAAAAAAoE/QsXRdz1JW7o/s1600-h/DSC00839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfYFuzOSoI/AAAAAAAAAoE/QsXRdz1JW7o/s320/DSC00839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320959077735352962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This.  I paid one dollar, one hunderd pennies, for this.  Let's take a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfZWDgH1WI/AAAAAAAAAos/2M46Jt_nKiU/s1600-h/DSC00840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfZWDgH1WI/AAAAAAAAAos/2M46Jt_nKiU/s320/DSC00840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320960457681917282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near as I can figure it, there's two PC joysticks, two Super NES sticks, two Atari 2600 sticks, a PSX fishing rod, and an NES QuickShot.  Now, I really have no use for half of these, but I'm sure I can hawk these elsewhere and make a profit (I mean, geez, I paid a dollar for all these).  The PC joysticks might be dumpster fodder, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfYF_aRQCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/WDtDeaqrChM/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfYF_aRQCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/WDtDeaqrChM/s320/DSC00831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320959082194092066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, this.  I'd have paid several dollars for one of these guys.  What's best is, this looks to be in nearly perfect condition.  Now I can play Game Boy games on my Super NES on my flatscreen TV!  This is all more or less what I was most interested in.  But wait!  There's more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfZWZvwGGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/dhDNISvd564/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfZWZvwGGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/dhDNISvd564/s320/DSC00830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320960463653050466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure if this is supposed to be a cutting board or not.  Doesn't really matter, because I fully intend on using it as such.  Underneath it is some kind of poster of Franklin College (beats me) of unknown age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfYF4u2aTI/AAAAAAAAAoU/sR5m_CeAaBI/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfYF4u2aTI/AAAAAAAAAoU/sR5m_CeAaBI/s320/DSC00827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320959080401365298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm.  There's a picture inside of George Burns posing with no less than ten Las Vegas showgirls.  This might actually be worth a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfYGZdvIcI/AAAAAAAAAok/333B1IBWaxI/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfYGZdvIcI/AAAAAAAAAok/333B1IBWaxI/s320/DSC00828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320959089187955138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hah!  See what they've done there?  They've taken all the 'Joy' out of the Joy of Cooking and replaced it with 'Soy'!  Ho ho!  ...ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfYGB-tg1I/AAAAAAAAAoc/f60O8D8kDUk/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfYGB-tg1I/AAAAAAAAAoc/f60O8D8kDUk/s320/DSC00841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320959082883810130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um...hmm.  These appear to be candles, and I'd wager they both are liquor scented, though I sincerely hope not.  Not that I really have any intention of burning them.  Then there's the tin, which I'm not sure what to make of.  Is it an old tobacco tin?  An old shaving cream tin?  What?  Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the box was an ancient dashboard cassette player, a CD titled "Yellowman Sings the Blues", yet another game controller whose origin and use is completely unknown to me, and an apron.  Now, I have no idea what I'm going to do with all this other stuff.  The books and the CD I can probably hawk at a second hand store or just donate to Goodwill or something.  Otherwise, I'm sure the guy was just glad somebody paid him so they could throw his junk away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  I wonder what I'll find next week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-6302760253304894897?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/wwj2NsfHCQY/flea-market-finds-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdfYFuzOSoI/AAAAAAAAAoE/QsXRdz1JW7o/s72-c/DSC00839.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/flea-market-finds-1.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-691882845605265330</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-01T14:35:21.867-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>North Carolina: The Bucket State</title><description>This morning, I heard one of the most depressing, disturbing and all together strangest radio ads I've ever heard in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins with these two vaguely familiar voices discussing all the things they want to do before they die.  It then becomes apparent that these two voices are middling impersonations of Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson, and that whatever they're pitching is pitched under the guise of a reference to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bucket List&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they're listing off all these things that are on their bucket lists, then all of a sudden a third, unrelated voice says something along the lines of "You can experience all these things, and everything else on your bucket list, right here in North Carolina."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, great.  IT'S AN AD FOR NORTH CAROLINA TOURISM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're trying to advertise this state and all the great things one might do here, why on Earth would you want to associate it with a film -- not even a particularly good one -- all about death and dying?  Why not make your slogan something like: "Make North Carolina your final destination?" Or maybe: "Take a Bucket Trip to Tarheel country!"  Or better yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdOxxLAvTrI/AAAAAAAAAn8/dAEAr2eki7c/s1600-h/northCarolina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdOxxLAvTrI/AAAAAAAAAn8/dAEAr2eki7c/s320/northCarolina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319791043182284466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-691882845605265330?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/_vLlM1M1rtI/north-carolina-bucket-state.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SdOxxLAvTrI/AAAAAAAAAn8/dAEAr2eki7c/s72-c/northCarolina.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/north-carolina-bucket-state.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-4200789186284344280</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 22:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T20:01:47.943-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>Basic Cable Breakdown</title><description>I would review the two movies I saw over the weekend, but instead I feel like I need to write about something that's been bugging me for far too long.  I'm not sure where to begin, so I'll just jump right into the quagmire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, AMC has two Emmy award winning shows: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mad Men&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Bad&lt;/span&gt;.  TV Land occasionally shows movies.  MTV rarely ever shows actual music videos (or music anything) anymore.  Cartoon Network has a number of live action shows in rotation.  TNT (of "We Know Drama" fame) occasionally runs comedies.  TBS (of "Very Funny" fame) occasionally shows action movies.  Seeing a pattern here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember a time when cable networks actually stuck to their central concept.  MTV and VH1 ran music videos, or at least shows about music.  AMC ran nothing but American Movies (generally the Classics).  TV Land played nothing but old TV shows.  The Weather Channel only reported the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When exactly did cable networks decide it was ok to program their schedules counter to their own demographic?  It seems as though the trend began with the advent of reality television.  I've done little research to confirm this, but near as I can guess, this entire trend started when MTV unveiled one of the most poorly named shows on television: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Real World&lt;/span&gt;.  In theory, the idea is a sound one.  Cherry-pick a diverse handful off MTV's most loyal viewers, force them to live together and capture the ensuing drama for all the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something started happening.  The show took off, ratings grew, and the network started rolling out similar reality shows.  More or less the same thing happened to a number of other networks.  Even channels like The Discovery Channel aren't immune to this.  As entertaining as shows like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Survivorman, Deadliest Catch&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cash Cab&lt;/span&gt; (technically a gameshow, but whatever) are, there's little getting around the fact that these are reality programs repurposed as documentary/infotainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several networks have this problem, some moreso than others.  FOX frequently shuffles around it's original programming to make room for sports programming and reality TV shows.  It's meant the death knell for many a unique series.  But that's an argument I surely don't need to dig back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other culprit in diluting the programming pool is the easy out that is the motion picture.  Got a gap in your schedule?  Stick in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xXx, Blazing Saddles, Groundhog Day&lt;/span&gt;, or one of hundreds of films doomed to wander the basic cable wasteland for all eternity.  It doesn't seem to matter anymore if a given film has anything to do with the network it's airing on.  AMC, a network whose initials once actually stood for American Movie Classics, now airs 21st century garbage like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catwoman, Reign of Fire&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ocean's Twelve&lt;/span&gt;.  And if it's not something recent, it's an older film that nobody in their right mind would ever consider a classic.  Sure, a decent film slips in every once in a while, but more often than not it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellfighters&lt;/span&gt; followed by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terminator 3&lt;/span&gt; followed by a marathon of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm basically trying to get at here is that in diluting a network's central selling point, many of these channels are starting to run together.  Instead of having separate channels for sci-fi, education, or anything even vaguely manly, you might as well just watch Spike.  There, you can get your fix of Star Wars, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MANswers&lt;/span&gt;, pro wrestling, et al.  Gone are days of a dedicated network.  There's just no such thing anymore as a channel dedicated to airing nothing but old TV shows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that actually shows old TV shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest you can get these days are TCM, VH1-Classic, ESPN-Cl....You know what?  Pretty much anything with 'classic' in its name goes without saying.  These networks basically work off the notion that you want to watch what you've been watching for years.  And I do.  Sure, it's fine if the programs themselves change, so long as the format stays the same.  If you want consistency in a TV network, you're best bets are ESPN, QVC, The Weather Channel, pretty much any channel without actual original programming.  At least then you can be sure that they'll never try to shoehorn in reality TV or tangentially related movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should probably take everything I've just said with a pretty large grain of salt.  I don't really watch all that much TV in the first place.  Though it's mostly because of the very things I've been talking about here.  So....yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-4200789186284344280?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/7CPNZjusTew/basic-cable-breakdown.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/basic-cable-breakdown.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-377596843018913842</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T19:14:08.020-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>Warner Bros. Owns (Some of) You</title><description>So last night, thanks to the kind folks at the SXSW film festival and Hulu.com, I watched Josh Koury's documentary &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/62149/we-are-wizards"&gt;We Are Wizards&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a fun little documentary; not very well structured, but it paints an interesting picture.  Most people might watch this and see how a book can change a person's life.  And while that's certainly one of the themes running throughout the film, I feel like I came away with something a tad more sinister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get technical, yeah, that's pretty much what the movie's about.  But look at the individual case studies they present.  Graphic artist and uber-funnyman Brad Neely loved the movies so much that he created his own fake book-on-tape version: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u981JhkK46o"&gt;Wizard People, Dear Reader&lt;/a&gt;.  A couple of guys in a toolshed created a tribute band, dubbing themselves Harry and the Potters.  A pair of kids, inspired by the band, create their own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; music.  Melissa Anelli, proprietor of &lt;a href="http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/"&gt;The Leaky Cauldron&lt;/a&gt;, a Potter fansite, takes it upon herself to chronicle the experience of living in the middle of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; phenomenon.  Other tales are told, but the idea eventually emerges that JK Rowling's series is the primary catalyst in these people's lives, and without it they'd be seemingly lost.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, you could argue that the film sort of becomes a thesis on the positive effects of fan culture.  Maybe this is just the cynic in me, but I kinda see it as a cautionary tale about how consumer culture has irrevocably implanted itself into people's lives.  Not even a cautionary tale.  That would imply that it hasn't happened yet.  But it has.  Without Harry Potter, the unifying catalyst in these people's lives would be gone.  This documentary wouldn't even exist.  Late in the film, Neely makes the observation that without Wizard People, he'd never have landed a job working for [adult swim].  And of all the people that the film highlights, he comes across as the one person who truly gets how ingrained pop culture is in his life, and everyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubting it, the corporations have already won.  Chances are, if you're a Harry Potter fan, Warner Bros. already has your money.  When the Potter theme park opens, you'll probably go.  The same is true for any company.  McDonald's, Microsoft, Disney, Viacom, etc.  Our ultimate choice, as consumers, is the corporation with which to align ourselves.  You can support Warner Bros. by going to see the next Harry Potter movie; you can support Viacom by watching MTV or going to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers 2&lt;/span&gt;; you can support Nintendo by buying a Wii instead of an Xbox 360.  And so on.  And so on.  And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds pretty grim, but isn't that what's ultimately at the heart of fan culture these days?  Without the artist, there'd be no intellectual property.  Without the corporation, there'd be no promoting the intellectual property to potential viewers.  Without the viewers, there'd be no fan culture.  Sure, the fans do have some say in what gets support and what doesn't, but when it comes to the point where the fans are so starved for more that they start bending the property inward and regurgitating it themselves, where does that leave us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I support fandoms.  I've been a Star Wars fan for years upon years.  I own my fair share of X-Men action figures.  As I type this, I'm wearing a Blue Sun t-shirt.  I get it.  You become a fan and you wanna show your support.  That's awesome.  But what I don't get is the gi-normous fan fiction community, the cosplayers, the people who make it their life's work to take their fandom of choice and attempt to make it as palpably real as possible.  I just don't understand it.  I respect it, but I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not use that very same motivation to try and create something new? Why not create something that others might one day build a fan community around?  That's the thing that gets me about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Are Wizards&lt;/span&gt;.  The film shows us all these people who've been influenced by Harry Potter to go out and create, and yet the only person who seems able to acquit himself of the books (or in his case the films) is Brad Neely.  Melissa Anelli, webmistress of The Leaky Cauldron, comes close as well.  However, even though she's branched out and written her own book, that book is still a reflection of the Hary Potter fan community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  It feels as though the film addresses this problem, however subtle that address might be, but never ventures to suggest any solutions.  Well, it does, but it's in the form of a right-wing Christian naysayer, and it comes off as too obviously antagonistic.  Sure, this is just a documentary about one particular fandom, but I never read any of this into films like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120370/"&gt;Trekkies&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0379473/"&gt;Ringers&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0455524/"&gt;Heart of an Empire&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0838164/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Done the Impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm not trying to suggest that the problem is exclusive to Harry Potter, because it absolutely isn't.  I'm just wondering why nobody's bothered tackling the issue before now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm going to just shut up now before my fandom license gets revoked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-377596843018913842?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/Z-fzgxhoAlw/warner-bros-owns-some-of-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/warner-bros-owns-some-of-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-8789947504265487203</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 20:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T19:18:29.851-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reviews</category><title>Watchmen</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SbLubrOj4lI/AAAAAAAAAmI/jcxJDgrI5II/s1600-h/watchmen_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SbLubrOj4lI/AAAAAAAAAmI/jcxJDgrI5II/s320/watchmen_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310569069850911314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Possible spoilers ahead.  Fair warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial gut reaction to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watchmen &lt;/span&gt;was a strange one.  It is a good film, I definitely appreciated how they adapted most of the material.  Parts of the film I felt worked fantastically.  Other parts, not so much.  While it's an easy film to appreciate, it is definitely not an easy one to enjoy.  Like the book, the film is a dark, almost mournful thesis on the state and direction of our civilization.  Overall, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watchmen &lt;/span&gt;is a very difficult film, and one that refuses to be dismissed lightly.  And I think that's a good thing.  One thing director Zack Snyder certainly cannot be accused of is selling the film's soul to Hollywood.  The heart of the film is very much intact and, as anyone who's read the book can tell you, that heart is a heavy, distressed, and disconcerting heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film takes place in an alternate universe where masked vigilantes are a matter of fact.  The timeline delineates with the arrival of Dr. Manhattan (Billy Crudup), a physicist granted immeasurable powers thanks to an experiment that goes haywire.  Thanks to Dr. Manhattan, and the presence of other crimefighters, Richard Nixon is still president (in the film's present, 1985), the US won the Vietnam War, and is inching ever closer to nuclear war with Russia.  That's the climate in which the film's story takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SbLvD89AFdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/gwQ3zipJdn0/s1600-h/watchmen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SbLvD89AFdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/gwQ3zipJdn0/s320/watchmen3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310569761803867602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot proper revolves around Rorschach (Jackie Earle Haley), a sociopathic crimefighter investigating the murder of his colleague The Comedian (Jeffrey Dean Morgan).  Their team, Watchmen, have long since disbanded and fallen out of practice, but The Comedian's murder, prompts Rorschach, along with his fellow Watchmen -- Nite Owl/Dan Drieberg (Patrick Wilson), Ozymandias/Adrien Viedt (Matthew Goode), Silk Spectre/Laurie Jupiter (Malin Ackerman), and Dr. Manhattan -- to solve the case before World War III erupts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is the briefest possible description of what takes place in the film's 163 minutes.  The film takes great pains to incorporate as much of the graphic novel's dense material as it possibly can.  And just like with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt;, many fan favorites had to be left out.  Dr. Long, Rorschach's psychiatrist, is present, but his story is not.  Bernard and Bernie, newsstand vendor and comic reader are present, but again, their story is not.  "Tales of the Black Freighter", the comic Bernie reads in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/span&gt;, is nowhere to be seen (though, to be fair, it will be released in the coming weeks and reinserted in the film on DVD).  There are many other parts of the book that are alluded to, but never given full consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SbLvvx3uURI/AAAAAAAAAnA/sA6ZuSM1Ydw/s1600-h/watchmen6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SbLvvx3uURI/AAAAAAAAAnA/sA6ZuSM1Ydw/s320/watchmen6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310570514743185682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film works perfectly fine without any of these things, though I might argue that it loses a bit of the flavor that made the book such a rich experience.  Then again, Zack Snyder and his team acquit themselves well of creating their own rich experience.  Whereas Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons used the book as an opportunity to play with the telling of a comic story, Snyder pushed a few filmic boundaries, and brings the story to life in a way that only a film can.  The greatest example of this is in the opening credits, a sequence in which we see the entire history of masked vigilantes in a series of moving tableaus, from rise and fall of the Minutemen of 1940 to the formation and eventual collapse of the Watchmen, all set to Bob Dylan's "The Times They Are A-changin'".  It's a wonderful way of bringing image and song together to create new meaning but, sadly, the film rarely reaches such heights again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thematically, the concepts that Moore dealt with in his story are all mostly present and accounted for.  The problem is that Snyder only presents them, never following through and exploring them.  We get that each of the masked crimefighters have their own demons, that none of them (even Dr. Manhattan) are perfect, but it's left to the viewer to decide what any of it means.  Snyder's film feels like a teenager retelling the comic's story but never quite grasping what Alan Moore was trying to say.  Is the murderous, yet righteous, Rorschach supposed to be the film's moral center?  Are Ozymandias and Dr. Manhattan right in their assessment of mankind?  Or should we side with Dan and Laurie and just try to concentrate on our own lives?  In refusing to take sides, the film comes across as sort of nihilistic, even afraid to commit to one ideology.  Then again, the same can be argued of Moore's original story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SbLvDsaxReI/AAAAAAAAAmY/PzVdVMXZI2s/s1600-h/watchmen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SbLvDsaxReI/AAAAAAAAAmY/PzVdVMXZI2s/s320/watchmen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310569757365323234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate conundrum is that this is a lot of baggage for what is being marketed as a $100+ million action movie.  People going into the film expecting more of the same from "The visionary director of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/span&gt;" are in for a rude awakening.  Yes, there is quite a bit of action and gore.  Yes, the film has a fantastic aesthetic to it.  And yes, it's every bit as successful in its adaptation as Snyder's previous films.  But rather than being energetic, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watchmen &lt;/span&gt;plays out more like a requiem to a genre that may have seen it's last hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok.  I've talked a lot about the big issues surrounding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/span&gt;.  And you've probably guessed that I found a lot to enjoy about the film.  So, in a nutshell, what works?  Jackie Earle Haley as Rorschach.  The visual effects.  Snyder's choice of pop songs for key scenes.  The (mostly) slavish faithfulness to the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SbLvC2ytrNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/E5TcCtirwd4/s1600-h/watchmen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SbLvC2ytrNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/E5TcCtirwd4/s320/watchmen1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310569742970236114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't work?  For one, I can't tell if the aging makeup on Richard Nixon and Sally Jupiter (Carla Gugino) was meant to be cartoony or not.  It's painfully obvious.  Like most people, I think the plot falls short in the final 15 minutes.  The change made to the film's big twist may be less ridiculous, but that doesn't mean it works any better.  It raises its own red flags and illogicalities that are just too big to ignore.  Also, the film is long, and occasionally feels it.  Even if you've read the book, you may find yourself waiting for the next action beat, because certain scenes just seem to drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watchmen &lt;/span&gt;is a faithful adaptation to what was once considered an unfilmable book.  Given the legal struggles, narrative hurdles, and numerous false starts over the years, it's a small miracle that the film even exists in the first place.  It is definitely a sight to behold, and an experience that I look forward to having again soon.  However, it is not at all uplifting or life affirming.  It's a brave film with a morally ambiguous ending, and even though the ending might not be great, the journey to get there is thought-provoking and engaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SbLvEwyoNiI/AAAAAAAAAmw/eCp76X5PrOw/s1600-h/watchmen5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SbLvEwyoNiI/AAAAAAAAAmw/eCp76X5PrOw/s320/watchmen5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310569775719003682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/span&gt; is definitely not for everyone.  Those with a strong stomach, a keen eye for detail, and a working knowledge of literature (not just comics) will get more out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/span&gt; than those just looking for a good superhero yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 stars (****) out of five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-8789947504265487203?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/Aq2L3ZY30do/watchmen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SbLubrOj4lI/AAAAAAAAAmI/jcxJDgrI5II/s72-c/watchmen_poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/watchmen.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-7235818556037144483</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-27T23:52:29.871-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reviews</category><title>Fanboys</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SajCWw4OP-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/xDWhnBGYfYY/s1600-h/fanboys_poster_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SajCWw4OP-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/xDWhnBGYfYY/s320/fanboys_poster_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307705857189756898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Potential spoilers ahead.  Fair warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late 1990s were a special time to be a Star Wars fan.  The original trilogy was re-released in theaters.  Sure, the additions Lucas made varied in quality.  But more than that, there were rumblings of the absolutely unheard of.  For the first time in fifteen years, it sounded like there might actually be a new movie -- no, a new trilogy -- on the way.  Back then, we didn't know what to expect.  There was no inkling in anyone's mind that the eventual trilogy would feature Hayden Christensen complaining about sand or Liam Neeson ruining the magic of The Force.  Hindsight is 20/20, but back then you could've cut the anticipation with a vibro-axe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/Sai_EG9sxYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3kK6fssMLQk/s1600-h/fanboys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/Sai_EG9sxYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3kK6fssMLQk/s320/fanboys2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307702238165910914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Kyle Newman's long in the works &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fanboys&lt;/span&gt; is all about.  It's 1998, and Star Wars fans are holding their collective breath for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Episode One: The Phantom Menace&lt;/span&gt;.  Four friends hatch a plan to break into Lucasfilm headquarters and steal a workprint of the film, and each of them has their own reason for making the journey.  Eric (Sam Huntington) wants to make peace with his best friend, Linus, who's dying of cancer.  Linus (Chris Marquette) wants to go because he won't live to see the May 19, 1999 release date.  Windows (Jay Baruchel) wants to go for the chance to finally meet his online girlfriend. Hutch (Dan Fogler) wants to go because it's his van they're driving.  And Zoe (Kristen Bell) tags along because the movie would be a total sausagefest otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What follows is pretty much your standard road trip comedy, albeit with a severe Star Wars bent.  The film hits every road movie cliche, and wastes no time in geeking out at every opportunity.  Along the way, the guys have run-ins with gay bikers, a gaggle of Trekkies led by Seth Rogen, geek guru Harry Knowles (badly caricatured by Ethan Suplee), and more celebrity cameos than you can shake a stick at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/Sai_EPSDYdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LmLD-GyP2Ug/s1600-h/fanboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/Sai_EPSDYdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LmLD-GyP2Ug/s320/fanboys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307702240398762450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fanboys&lt;/span&gt; really lives and dies by it's Star Wars jokes.  Honestly, it's about 50/50.  For every good joke or visual gag, there are an equal number Star Wars lines quoted out of context that are clearly meant to be funny, but simply aren't.  Referring to your friends by saying "These aren't the droids you're looking for"?  Really?  Come on.  Granted, there is one line involving a doctor that's pretty great, but other than that I could really do without these.  Also, from a Star Wars fanboy's perspective, the movie sometimes seems too generic.  Whenever a character asks another character a piece of Star Wars trivia, it's embarrassingly easy.  It makes one wonder if the writers are really Star Wars fans at all.  You guys couldn't do a little more research?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And overall, that's my biggest complaint with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fanboys&lt;/span&gt;.  It ultimately feels too light; like they could've delved a tad deeper into the fandom.  I'm not asking that they make a bunch of weird, obscure references to the expanded universe or anything, but a little true fanboyism might gone a long way.  Of course, there is a fine line to walk.  Go too geeky and you risk alienating casual viewers who don't know an ewok from a cooking wok.  To their credit, each of the main cast acquit themselves well, especially Dan Fogler, who looks and acts like the fat little brother Han Solo never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/Sai_EHn2GCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SlZn-GsAWkc/s1600-h/fanboys3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/Sai_EHn2GCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SlZn-GsAWkc/s320/fanboys3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307702238342682658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has been made of the "Linus has cancer" subplot, which Harvey Weinstein tried to cut out entirely a year ago.  Star Wars fans went ballistic, boycotted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superhero Movie &lt;/span&gt;(how well did that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; go over??), and got the subplot re-added.  After all that mess, I'd say it was worth it.  While it's remarkably light for such a depressing plot point, it works.  It keeps the film firmly grounded as Eric and Linus' journey, rather than just about four dudes on a road trip.  There is a decent payoff in the end, but it's almost entirely undercut when we learn what their initial feud was over in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fanboys&lt;/span&gt; is sort of a "Star Wars fans only" affair, and while it doesn't have the R-rated teeth of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex Drive&lt;/span&gt; or even a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Road Trip, &lt;/span&gt;it's definitely a fun little ode to the pursuits of one's youth.  For fans, the movie is a nice reminder of the collective mindset of a decade ago.  Even if you hated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Phantom Menace, &lt;/span&gt;you know you couldn't wait to see it.  And if the movie has one ultimate success, it's in reminding us that Tom Petty was right.  Waiting WAS the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.5 stars (***1/2) out of five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-7235818556037144483?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/Hnx-VUtZDYE/fanboys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SajCWw4OP-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/xDWhnBGYfYY/s72-c/fanboys_poster_preview.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/fanboys.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-67223284150569000</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 16:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T21:48:55.517-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lists</category><title>Top Ten of 2008</title><description>It's February, and that means my one month grace period on culling together my list is officially over.  So now, I've seen most of the Oscar bait, I've mulled it over, and I've come to my final decision on what I think are the best movies of 2008.  You'll find that my list is genre-intensive, and that's primarily because I felt 2008 was the best year for genre cinema since 2005, perhaps even since 1989.  Comic book films finally went legit, Dreamworks created a film every bit as dynamic and visually crisp as the best of PIXAR, and certain films did a wonderful job of highlighting the marginalia of populer culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've done in the past, I'll give you my 20-11 list, then count down from ten to one, explaining myself along the way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. In Bruges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Mongol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Frost/Nixon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Son of Rambow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Tropic Thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Man on Wire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Valkyrie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Burn After Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Quantum of Solace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Gran Torino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZc0PNde8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/j-EPnu5Kp-8/s1600-h/kung_fu_panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZc0PNde8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/j-EPnu5Kp-8/s200/kung_fu_panda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024064153910210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Kung Fu Panda  -&lt;/span&gt;  As great as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WALL-E&lt;/span&gt; is, I find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt; the more purely entertaining film.  It's got a gorgeous animation style; it's funny, never resorting to fart jokes or pop culture references; Hans Zimmer's score is one of the most dynamic and engaging scores of the year; Jack Black and Dustin Hoffman sell their characters remarkably well; and the action sequences are simply tremendous. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kung Fu Panda &lt;/span&gt;makes my #10 spot because it thoroughly surprised me.  I was expecting to love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WALL-E&lt;/span&gt;; I wasn't expecting anything from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZdJscYZGI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Q75bgQFjBCs/s1600-h/speed_racer_ver5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZdJscYZGI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Q75bgQFjBCs/s200/speed_racer_ver5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024432778372194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Speed Racer  -&lt;/span&gt;  Perhaps the most misunderstood movie of 2008, I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speed Racer&lt;/span&gt; is destined to reach &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blade Runner&lt;/span&gt;-like heights of cult cinema.  As cartoony as a lot of the movie is, the visual effects are a monster leap forward from anything I've ever seen, and more than sell the world that the Wachowskis set up.  It's probably the geekiest movie of the year, really only playing to one particular audience.  The people that seem to get the movie absolutely love it, and I proudly count myself among them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZc0AzgWdI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/AyIAStvRXSU/s1600-h/let_the_right_one_in_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZc0AzgWdI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/AyIAStvRXSU/s200/let_the_right_one_in_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024060286949842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Let the Right One In  -&lt;/span&gt;  I've made it pretty clear how little respect I have for the vampire genre.  More often than not, vampire stories shirk the rules when it's convenient to the plot, and that never ceases to bug me.  Either follow the rules, or don't bother.  So when a movie like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the Right One In&lt;/span&gt; comes along, I have to take notice.  Even the title follows the rules of the genre.  But beyond simply being a successful vampire flick, this is a movie about a surprisingly intense friendship with some potentially dangerous consequences.  It's far, far more successful than that other vampire movie from last year.  Of course, that was no contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZdJUthhEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DOy6q1Pbuyg/s1600-h/milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZdJUthhEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DOy6q1Pbuyg/s200/milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024426407822402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Milk  -&lt;/span&gt;  Regardless of your personal politics, it's hard to deny &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milk &lt;/span&gt;as a powerful biography and political success story.  Gus Van Sant subdues his more artistic sensibilities to allow Sean Penn all the room he needs for one outstanding performance.  Even then, Van Sant does some really unique things with archival footage, and it helps tell Harvey Milk's story remarkably well.  Of course, the reason to see the film is for Sean Penn's performance, but Emile Hirsch, James Franco, and Josh Brolin give equally successful turns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZcz0H21II/AAAAAAAAAj4/1l1xoNE7MTs/s1600-h/hellboy_two_ver6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZcz0H21II/AAAAAAAAAj4/1l1xoNE7MTs/s200/hellboy_two_ver6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024056882648194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Hellboy II: The Golden Army  -&lt;/span&gt;  2008 was perhaps the best year for comic book films ever, and in the year of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;, it's easy to overlook a film like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellboy II&lt;/span&gt;.  Everything Guillermo del Toro learned from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pan's Labyrinth&lt;/span&gt; is on display here, which includes an extraordinary amount of visual effects (practical and CG), makeup effects, and sheer imagination.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellboy II&lt;/span&gt; really lives and dies by Ron Perlman's performance, and he performs admirably.  Along with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speed Racer&lt;/span&gt;, this is certainly one of the most creative films in quite some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZcz-hScKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/RL8IX9UEEEc/s1600-h/iron_man_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZcz-hScKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/RL8IX9UEEEc/s200/iron_man_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024059673669794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Iron Man  -&lt;/span&gt;  Now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; might technically be the better film, but (like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt;) I find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Man &lt;/span&gt;more purely entertaining.  Robert Downey, Jr's turn as Tony Stark is simply one of a number of wonderful performances in 2008, and he goes a long way in making the film watchable.  Of course, Jon Favreau's steady direction and knowhow for marrying practical effects with CG also help make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/span&gt; the popcorn action flick to beat in 2008.  Only time will tell if Marvel Studios can parlay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Incredible Hulk&lt;/span&gt; into an equally successful franchise, but until then, Iron Man is a better film than we probably deserve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZczqqS-WI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JdMWEj93gMA/s1600-h/dark_knight_ver5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZczqqS-WI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JdMWEj93gMA/s200/dark_knight_ver5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024054342744418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. The Dark Knight  -&lt;/span&gt;  And then there was Batman.  To me, the success of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; always seemed like a foregone conclusion (sorta like my reaction to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WALL-E&lt;/span&gt;).  My expectations were very high, and they were met.  That's not to slight the film's achievement.  Christopher Nolan deserves a lot of credit for springboarding from the already admirable &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/span&gt; into a film that's considerably more complex.  Heath Ledger's take on The Joker is, indeed, fantastic and disturbing, but it's Aaron Eckhart's turn as Harvey Dent that really breathes life into the film.  As a superhero film, I doubt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; will ever be topped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZde3H09vI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9x4aqKDqs0U/s1600-h/wrestler_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZde3H09vI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9x4aqKDqs0U/s200/wrestler_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024796422207218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. The Wrestler  -&lt;/span&gt;  As harshly brutal, gruesome, and starkly realistic as Darren Aronofsky's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wrestler&lt;/span&gt; is, you'll be hard pressed to find a more likable film, and the reason for that is Mickey Rourke's performance as Randy "The Ram" Robinson, a has-been pro wrestler faced with his own mortality.  It's easily the best performance of 2008, and the film is one that you're not likely to forget any time soon.  It's bound to be Rourke's signature performance, and it's almost certainly Aronofsky's best film.  If you don't shed a tear for Randy at any point during this film, you just might be a robot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZdJclrQZI/AAAAAAAAAko/hoU2XKwTJTk/s1600-h/wall_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZdJclrQZI/AAAAAAAAAko/hoU2XKwTJTk/s200/wall_e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024428522389906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. WALL-E  -&lt;/span&gt;  As I've pointed out before, my love for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WALL-E&lt;/span&gt; seemed predestined.  I'd been looking forward to it ever since I saw the teaser attached to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/span&gt;.  A PIXAR sci-fi movie?  I'm there.  But what I found was not just a great sci-fi story, but a remarkably moving love story as well.  The things that Andrew Stanton and his team do with visual storytelling is awe-inspiring, and it's one of the most deft and agile animated films ever made.  And as much as I've kinda dumped on it so far in this post, let me make it clear:  I absolutely adore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WALL-E&lt;/span&gt;.  It's one of the more life-affirming films of the year, almost as life-affirming as...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZdJXfyVHI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3RTj256k2RY/s1600-h/slumdog_millionaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZdJXfyVHI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3RTj256k2RY/s200/slumdog_millionaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024427155510386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Slumdog Millionaire  -&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WALL-E&lt;/span&gt; may be the most deft and agile animated film ever made, but Danny Boyle's tale of a lovestruck youth competing on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire to win the attention of the girl of his dreams is every bit as deft and agile in its storytelling.  The way Boyle and his team deal in flashbacks and time jumps is not only astounding, but remarkable in how fluid much of the film ends up being.  It's a film that's not always easy to watch, but the ultimate reward in watching Jamal succeed in his journey is like nothing else I saw in 2008.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-67223284150569000?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/dm58lOvJREk/top-ten-of-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SYZc0PNde8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/j-EPnu5Kp-8/s72-c/kung_fu_panda.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-ten-of-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-7516324551248256212</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-24T00:11:11.469-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reviews</category><title>The Wrestler (2008)</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SXqZ6CanD5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/9DJEmRvsmRM/s1600-h/wrestler_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SXqZ6CanD5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/9DJEmRvsmRM/s320/wrestler_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294713534287384466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone knows professional wrestling is fake.  The matches aren't so much actual brawls as they are choreographed flips, turns, and slaps.  What's real, however, is the physical and emotional stress that some of the combatants endure in and out of the ring.  It's this aspect of the sport that director Darren Aronofsky's film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wrestler&lt;/span&gt; chooses to illuminate, and to shocking success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 20 years since Randy "The Ram" Robinson (Mickey Rourke) was in his heyday.  Today, he works weekdays at a supermarket and in the local New Jersey wrestling circuits on the weekends.  Randy suffers a heart attack after a particularly brutal 'hardcore' match, and as a result, begins to re-evaluate his life.  He attempts to court his favorite stripper, Cassidy (Marisa Tomei), who, like Randy, is also a performer whose work is suffering due to her age.  At the same time, Randy tries desperately to reconnect with his estranged daughter (Evan Rachel Wood), and set up a reunion match with his former rival, The Ayatollah (Ernest "The Cat" Miller").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SXqZ3JTZH2I/AAAAAAAAAjY/mAa0QcUyIww/s1600-h/wrestler_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SXqZ3JTZH2I/AAAAAAAAAjY/mAa0QcUyIww/s320/wrestler_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294713484596551522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wrestler&lt;/span&gt; succeeds in not falling into any of the trappings usually associated with professional wrestling.  All the wrestlers play their parts as heros and villains, heels and faces, but backstage everyone is just happy to be hanging out.  There's no evil promoter trying to exploit his performers, nor any concern over ratings or ego.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wrestler&lt;/span&gt; treats its culture of choice much in the same way that last year's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Role Models&lt;/span&gt; treated LARPing: merely as the accepted way of things.  And that's good.  It means we can concentrate on the characters as real people rather than as cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having tried his hand at science fiction in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fountain&lt;/span&gt; (some find it incoherent, I think it's a beautiful film), Aronofsky gets 'back to basics' with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wrestler&lt;/span&gt;.  The film is shot very minimally.  Shot on 16mm, lots of handheld shots, lots of static shots, zero CG.  Stylistically, it bears more in common with his first film, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pi&lt;/span&gt;, than his other two films, and I think that was for the best.  The story is a relatively small one about an equally small world, and the film reflects that nicely.  Aronofsky restrains his style enough to allow the characters to develop naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SXqY7nxZMeI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6Hio0OwO1Hk/s1600-h/wrestler_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SXqY7nxZMeI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6Hio0OwO1Hk/s320/wrestler_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294712461983298018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, again, was for the best, because once the movie ends, you'll be talking about Mickey Rourke's performance more than anything else.  It's nothing short of magic watching Rourke throw himself 100% into The Ram.  He's no doubt tapping into his own years as a 'has been' in order to show us just what Randy's going through.  He plays the character honestly, realistically.  Just when it seems that Randy's going to make it, he finds a way to screw up and put himself back to zero.  We've all been there (in one way or another), and that's what makes the character work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rourke's been working consistently since 1979, but he's been on the comeback trail ever since he surprised everyone by being the best thing about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin City&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm sure he'll get his due come Oscar night, and he absolutely deserves it.  Not only is The Ram one of the best characters of the year, but his movie is one that'll have you laughing and crying, cheering and cringing.  The harsh reality Aronofsky puts on display here is every bit as entertaining as anything you're likely to see this year, and perhaps for a long time.  Your mileage may vary depending on your tolerance for stripteases and a little bit of gore, but if you can stomache it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wrestler&lt;/span&gt; more than delivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SXqY7aZ6IGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YyihJy4uY7E/s1600-h/wrestler_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SXqY7aZ6IGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YyihJy4uY7E/s320/wrestler_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294712458395132002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five stars (*****) out of five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-7516324551248256212?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/1kSUjE8mJEo/wrestler-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SXqZ6CanD5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/9DJEmRvsmRM/s72-c/wrestler_poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrestler-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-2554119705288459063</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-02T22:40:47.659-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lists</category><title>Five Movies that Deserved Better in 2008</title><description>There were a lot of movies in 2008.  And, as with any year, many of those movies go unwatched, unappreciated, and unloved, either because they were mismarketed or simply released at the wrong time.  Here are five movies that, while not top ten material, absolutely deserve a second look from some, and a first look from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SV0ahIn91bI/AAAAAAAAAiw/BE7XOjG1xlU/s1600-h/son_of_rambowposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SV0ahIn91bI/AAAAAAAAAiw/BE7XOjG1xlU/s200/son_of_rambowposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286410694155949490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Son of Rambow &lt;/span&gt; -  The movie that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Kind, Rewind &lt;/span&gt;wished it could have been, and one of the best family films of the year.  It'll inspire any one, young or old, to pick up a camera and start making their own movie.  Maybe I'm just a sucker for this kind of movie, but it's got a great heart, a great cast of youngsters, and it's proof enough that Garth Jennings is a director worth wactching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SV0agQ49yBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/UHojnnjJqU8/s1600-h/in_brugesposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SV0agQ49yBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/UHojnnjJqU8/s200/in_brugesposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286410679194863634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Bruges&lt;/span&gt;  -  This one is kind of a hard sell right out of the gate.  A comedy about hitmen laying low in Belgium and examining their life while ruminating on the works of Hieronymus Bosch.  Yeah, it's pretty ambitious for a first-time director.  But while it's not quite as strong as it wants to be, it's definitely funny, and both Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson earned their Golden Globe nominations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SV0agu0pMHI/AAAAAAAAAig/9deF64ptV2Y/s1600-h/blindnessposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SV0agu0pMHI/AAAAAAAAAig/9deF64ptV2Y/s200/blindnessposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286410687229800562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blindness  &lt;/span&gt;-  Not necessarily mismarketed so much as just met with general apathy.  The story of an epidemic of blindness and the chaos that the situatio wreaks on the world is sort of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Children of Men&lt;/span&gt;-lite, but still fairly successful.  It's a bleak, bleak movie, but one that I'm sure will become a cult classic once it hits DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SV0ahf9JEQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/VJ2m-PxPcJ4/s1600-h/spiritposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SV0ahf9JEQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/VJ2m-PxPcJ4/s200/spiritposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286410700418781442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spirit&lt;/span&gt;  -  Yeah, it's still in theaters, but it's already being ignored as the worst comic book movie of the year (I guess everyone forgot about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Punisher: War Zone&lt;/span&gt;).  Put Frank Miller behind the camera and let him write the script, and I guarantee he'll deliver something akin to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spirit&lt;/span&gt; every time.  And if this movie is your kind of thing, then you'll love what he has to offer.   It's certainly a lot of fun, but by no means great cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SV0ahD-wovI/AAAAAAAAAio/bQ_DjOwLqhc/s1600-h/rocknrollaposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SV0ahD-wovI/AAAAAAAAAio/bQ_DjOwLqhc/s200/rocknrollaposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286410692909376242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RockNRolla&lt;/span&gt;  -  Guy Ritchie wants to make a trilogy with the characters from this movie, but it looks like that'll never happen, because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RockNRolla &lt;/span&gt;tanked hard at the US box office.  And while it's not nearly as good as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snatch&lt;/span&gt;, it's still a fun ride.  Gerard Butler and Thandie Newton totally sell this movie, and the way they play off each other more or less makes the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others worth remembering: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Appaloosa; City of Ember; The Day the Earth Stood Still; Diary of the Dead; Ghost Town; Hamlet 2; Midnight Meat Train; Rambo; Role Models; Zack and Miri Make a Porno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-2554119705288459063?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/xyD51_LLUA0/five-movies-that-deserved-better-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SV0ahIn91bI/AAAAAAAAAiw/BE7XOjG1xlU/s72-c/son_of_rambowposter.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/five-movies-that-deserved-better-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-8873194704483814801</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-01T00:37:31.997-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lists</category><title>The Worst of 2008</title><description>It's that time of year.  2008 is over and it's time to take stock.  What kind of movie year was 2008?  For my money, I'd say it was a particularly great year for genre film.  We haven't had a year this good for geek cinema since 2005.  Sure, that's not too long, but name me two better years for sci-fi/comic films.  Yeah, I thought so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not here to ruminate on all the nuances of the year.  I'm here to club the worst movies of the year.  Now, this list is a bit skewed.  I don't get paid to see every movie that comes out, so I still have to be picky about what I see, and I'm usually pretty good about knowing what I will and won't enjoy.  So you won't be seeing movies like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disaster Movie, The Hottie and the Nottie, &lt;/span&gt;any number of awful horror remakes.  Those are forgone conclusions.  To that end, these are the five movies that I enjoyed the least.  Some of these are truly terrible movies.  Others are simply big disappointments.  Let's get started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVxVRx_hYqI/AAAAAAAAAho/0zVJXsisdcg/s1600-h/clonewarsposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVxVRx_hYqI/AAAAAAAAAho/0zVJXsisdcg/s200/clonewarsposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286193826592023202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dishonorable Mention  -  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars: The Clone Wars&lt;/span&gt;  -  A movie that I can't rightly even call a movie.  Look at it for what it is: A 90 minute pilot for the Cartoon Network series, which I'm told is getting progessively better.  Good, because this pilot is a terrible, terrible movie.  Everything from the lazily painted backdrops to Ahsoka Tano to Jabba the Hutt's gay, New Orleanian uncle just reeks of Lucas and co. wringing the last drops of life from a once mighty franchise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVxVSqMkh7I/AAAAAAAAAh4/v8chY0bjAAw/s1600-h/happeningposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVxVSqMkh7I/AAAAAAAAAh4/v8chY0bjAAw/s200/happeningposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286193841679140786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Happening&lt;/span&gt;  -  Earth to Shyamalan: Plants.  Are.  Not.  Scary.  The only way to truly enjoy The Happening is to watch it as some kind of morbid comedy.  Some of the death scenes are well staged, but in the context of the movie, they're laughable.  However, watching Marky Mark try to negotiate with a houseplant (a plastic one at that) is pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVxV4s1N4gI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VfJNK0RlHxM/s1600-h/hancockposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVxV4s1N4gI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VfJNK0RlHxM/s200/hancockposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286194495221522946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hancock  &lt;/span&gt;-  For what the first act of this movie promised, the left turn it inevitably takes is so sharp that it could cut diamonds.  The second half of the movie completely ruins any good will that the first half had built.  It's a film that wants to be longer, darker, more satirical, and edgier than it is, and for some reason, it just isn't.  If not for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight, Iron Man, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellboy II, Hancock &lt;/span&gt;might have single-handedly set superhero movies back ten years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVxVS7cZPII/AAAAAAAAAiA/gNij-sejdKA/s1600-h/zohanposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVxVS7cZPII/AAAAAAAAAiA/gNij-sejdKA/s200/zohanposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286193846308912258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Don't Mess with the Zohan  &lt;/span&gt;-  The first movie on this list featuring SNL alums, Zohan tries desperately hard to have its cake and eat it too.  It wants to be an action comedy of epic proportions, but it also wants to do what Sandler and Co. have always done (dick jokes and silly voices).  The result is something that isn't at all as funny as it seems to think it is, and ends up being just embarassing for all involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVxVSFHSjlI/AAAAAAAAAhw/StpGpSNmelo/s1600-h/10000bcposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVxVSFHSjlI/AAAAAAAAAhw/StpGpSNmelo/s200/10000bcposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286193831724879442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10,000 BC&lt;/span&gt;  -  Roland Emmerich's career of late is yielding one logical conclusion: He needs to get producer Dean Devlin back into the fold ASAP, because it's clear that he was the brains of the operation.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10,000 BC &lt;/span&gt;is a movie that's dumb as a brick, and hopes its audience doesn't notice.  In two hours, we go from frozen tundra to rainforests to deserts and ultimately to pyramids.  There's just a horrible lack of logic to this whole movie, and I'm STILL confused by what it was supposed to be doing.  I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVxVTDv2N0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/mRJ5ZMvtJVk/s1600-h/stepbrothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVxVTDv2N0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/mRJ5ZMvtJVk/s200/stepbrothers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286193848537986882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step Brothers&lt;/span&gt;  -  Even worse than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Don't Mess with the Zohan, &lt;/span&gt;I laughed maybe four times during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step Brothers.  &lt;/span&gt;Moreso than any of the other movies on my list, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step Brothers &lt;/span&gt;was just embarassing to watch.  Seeing two forty year old men act like a pair of eight year olds is just pathetic.  Like I said in my original review, had the two men been in their 20s, it might have been acceptable.  But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step Brothers &lt;/span&gt;as it is now is just terrible.  Unfunny nonsense, and the worst comedy I've seen in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.  Come back soon for two more lists.  My top ten of 2008, and a list of ten that deserve more attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-8873194704483814801?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/m2q9TjdZp5Y/worst-of-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVxVRx_hYqI/AAAAAAAAAho/0zVJXsisdcg/s72-c/clonewarsposter.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/worst-of-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-7234452766020763934</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 00:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-31T14:25:49.438-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reviews</category><title>The Spirit (2008)</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVvG6ob3PfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ld36edyDbB4/s1600-h/spiritposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVvG6ob3PfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ld36edyDbB4/s320/spiritposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286037298238406130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost immediately, the vast majority of viewers have been dismissing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spirit &lt;/span&gt;as worthless garbage without a second thought.  That's just not fair.  It's not a bad movie.  Different?  Sure.  Bizarre and resembling little of Will Eisner's original comic?  You betcha.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spirit &lt;/span&gt;isn't so much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin City-&lt;/span&gt;lite as it is Frank Miller applying his comic sensibilities to a medium that's still new to him.  And in that respect, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spirit&lt;/span&gt; simply suffers from a novice filmmaker's first turn behind the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny Colt patrols the streets of Central City as The Spirit (Gabriel Macht), a sort of unkillable vigilante (think Batman in a suit and fedora, sans gadgets).  His archnemesis, The Octopus (Samuel L. Jackson) is after a vase containing the blood of Hercules.  In his way is Sand Seraf (Eva Mendes), a globe-trotting jewel thief who is after her own mysterious, mythical object.  She's got her own history with The Spirit, and the movie spends plenty of time explaining it in a strange, mid-movie flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVvGoQbsfTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/wb7aWvW0DuQ/s1600-h/TheSpirit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVvGoQbsfTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/wb7aWvW0DuQ/s320/TheSpirit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286036982557605170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stylistically, the movie heavily resembles &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin City&lt;/span&gt; more than anything in Will Eisner's comics.  Miller's playing with more or less the same style as Rodriguez' film.  The only difference here is that it moves more like a comic.  As &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spirit&lt;/span&gt; runs along power lines and hurls manhole covers at countless thugs that all look like Louis Lombardi, it all moves like a cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, that's all this movie is aspiring to.  It's absolutely a cartoon, and Frank Miller is indulging (most of) his comic and cinematic desires.  It's clear taht he's not taking this material seriously.  Otherwise, Eva Mendes wouldn't have photocopied her ass, Samuel L. Jackson and Scarlett Johannson wouldn't have donned Nazi uniforms, and the blood of Hercules would never have figured in as a plot device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVvGobsyx6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/AZOI1HGf2i0/s1600-h/TheSpirit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVvGobsyx6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/AZOI1HGf2i0/s320/TheSpirit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286036985582110626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no logical way to take this movie seriously, and it's for that reason that I'm pretty sure this movie is a comedy.  Not a jokey comedy, mind you.  But a Frank Miller comedy.  See, Frank Miller loves film noir; enough, in fact, to be goofy and weird with it.  Every time someone gives a ridiculous line delvery (or rather, says something totally ridiculous without a knowing wink), it's funny.  It's supposed to be.  I think it's a symptom of this movie being horribly mismarketed.  People are going into this thinking it'll be a repeat of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin City &lt;/span&gt;(which itself was really, really silly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spirit &lt;/span&gt;is a comedy in the same way that I'm pretty sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spider-Man 3 &lt;/span&gt;is a comedy.  It's more of a parody of the genre than an honest stab at it.  But, as with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spider-Man 3&lt;/span&gt;, the problem is in the direction.  Miller's not at all an experienced director, and he doesn't have the deftness of Sam Raimi or Robert Rodriguez.  There are many shots and cuts that don't really work, and occasionally it's really hard to tell who is punching out who and where the body is flying.  Some of the action just doesn't work.  As for the script, the film plays out much in the same way that a comic book does.  Whole passages of the film veer off into odd tangents, almost like that middle issue of a series that has little to do with the story.  Of course, just because it's there doesn't mean it really works.  It kinda doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVvGoglFbjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FvC9taColbQ/s1600-h/TheSpirit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVvGoglFbjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FvC9taColbQ/s320/TheSpirit3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286036986891955762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for all it's comic sensibilities, goofy sense of humor, and overall weirdness, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spirit &lt;/span&gt;is not the cinematic abortion that many people might lead you to believe.  On the contrary, it's one of the strangest films you're likely to see all year, and it's worth seeing simply for the sake of being different.  It's odd and goofy enough to entertain, but definitely not the second coming of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin City (&lt;/span&gt;though that film is apparently still in the works).  It's fun.  I enjoyed it, and I hope more people find something to like about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.5 stars (***1/2) out of five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-7234452766020763934?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/bj2icgnpBgY/spirit-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SVvG6ob3PfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ld36edyDbB4/s72-c/spiritposter.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/spirit-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471137120136831809.post-6263544419070058607</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 03:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-29T02:59:37.668-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reviews</category><title>The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (2008)</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SViCv0KvTiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/NQ_aI-dJwFY/s1600-h/BenjaminButtonPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SViCv0KvTiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/NQ_aI-dJwFY/s320/BenjaminButtonPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285117920688426530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nature's first green is gold,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her hardest hue to hold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her early leaf's a flower;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But only so an hour.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then leaf subsides to leaf.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So Eden sank to grief,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so dawn goes down to day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing gold can stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;If ever the meaning of Robert Frost's poem was lost on you, &lt;i&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button &lt;/i&gt;will be all the explanation you'll ever need.  It's a film all about the impermanence of life, from the fleeting years of childhood to the brief hours of a love affair to the waning days of a life fully lived.  As a reworking of F. Scott Fitzgerald's original short story, David Fincher's film is a marvel to behold, but upon closer inspection the story itself isn't the thrilling, life-affirming yarn we're led to believe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he narrates early on in the film, Benjamin Button (Brad Pitt) was born under 'unusual circumstances'.  He was born as a baby with all the physical attributes of an elderly man on the verge of death.  Every day, he gets a day younger while everyone around him gets a day older&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;This conceit alone is enough to drive the story forward, as we watch Benjamin have to cope at seemingly every turn with the fact that his condition is one that literally nobody else understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SViCrhdscuI/AAAAAAAAAgg/1fygnsOTUp8/s1600-h/BenjaminButton1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SViCrhdscuI/AAAAAAAAAgg/1fygnsOTUp8/s320/BenjaminButton1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285117846948180706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be said that the idea isn't an interesting one to toy with.  Early on, during Benjamin's 'younger' years, he is taken to a brothel by an eccentric tugboat captain (Jared Harris) who's under the impression that Benjamin is a 60 year old virgin.  It's incidents like this that give the film any flavor at all, and as the story settles into it's primary groove, we are afforded fewer and fewer interesting facets of Benjamin's condition.  Once it becomes clear that the story is going to follow the romance between Benjamin and his longtime friend Daisy (Cate Blanchett), it becomes much like any other romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this turns out to be the film's downfall.  In relying almost solely on the aging concept to drive the story, the film ends up playing the same note over and over again until it no longer has any need to.  Two hours into the film, it becomes clear the direction the story is going to take, and the story struggles to keep the audience's attention, relying almost solely on Cate Blanchett's performance to carry the third act.  This would've been acceptable had the third act not been a foregone conclusion alluded to constantly for the previous two hours.  As it is, we know where the story is going, and there's simply not much joy to be found in watching Benjamin's life wind down just as so many before him have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SViCrIJWxwI/AAAAAAAAAgY/T3VRKKr13j4/s1600-h/BenjaminButton4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SViCrIJWxwI/AAAAAAAAAgY/T3VRKKr13j4/s320/BenjaminButton4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285117840151987970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, none of this rests on David Fincher's direction.  This is perhaps the best directed film of his career, from the opening studio credit to the final fade out, there's never a dull moment to be had (visually speaking).  Fincher utilizes all sorts of camera tricks and filming techniques to show us a story seemingly without time.  If not for the superb computer-generated de-aging effects on Brad Pitt, you'd swear this were a film out of another era.  Plot and script issues aside, this film is breathtaking to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems like I'm placing a lot of judgement on the script, but that's because it's really my only problem with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;.  Fincher's direction is spot-on, most (if not all) of the cast pull their weight admirably (especially the minor players), and it is a fascinating character study.  But the main crux of the film just ultimately collapses under its own weight.  If you're willing to accept that the film is a pretty big downer and that the script runs out of steam considerably short of the finish line, you'll find that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; has a lot else to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.5 stars (***1/2) out of five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8471137120136831809-6263544419070058607?l=pcjlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PopCultureJunkieLoudmouth/~3/5JjI4VG7K5U/curious-case-of-benjamin-button-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JP_Wade)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SeIQshdXGJQ/SViCv0KvTiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/NQ_aI-dJwFY/s72-c/BenjaminButtonPoster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pcjlblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/curious-case-of-benjamin-button-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></item><language>en-us</language><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

