Whenever I find myself bogged down in LA’s notorious traffic, the following two thoughts invariably pop into my head.
1. Get the fuck out of my way!
2. It didn’t have to be like this.
Taken for a Ride is a 1996 documentary that lays out some of the circumstances that led to America having “the worst public transit in the industrialized world.” It’s informative, infuriating, and should be mandatory viewing for every American who lives in an urban area. I watched in on Christmas Eve. Luckily, the next day I was able to retreat into the Paris Metro system, thanks to this amazing gift from my wife.
I have a love/hate relationship with Mark Cuban. It just swung back towards the “love” direction after reading this.
Tiger Woods’ niece is a Demon Deacon. Based on that picture, I’m guessing there will be a slight increase in the male attendance at Wake Forest Women’s golf events.
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not big on God. But does being born again deaden your ear for a heavy handed story and wooden dialogue? I was about to describe this movie as "preachy", but I guess that’s the point.
Before Baio’s career began to wane, and long before Swayze’s started to wax, there was Skatetown, U.S.A. Based on the trailer, it’s some sort of homo-erotic, disco West Side Story. If the trifecta of Chachi, Dalton and that sweet description don’t whet your appetite, how about a 70s smorgasbord of a cast that features Maureen McCormick (The Brady Bunch), Ron Palillo (Welcome Back, Kotter), Melissa Sue Anderson (Little House on the Prairie), Flip Wilson, Ruth Buzzi and Billy Barty. Ruth Buzzi and Billy Barty? Does that mean this movie will have a pie fight?
My man Wyatt Cenac getting his independent film on. Medicine For Melancholy will have its world premiere at the 2008 South By Southwest Film Festival. Check it out.
A love story of bikes and one-night stands told through two African-American twenty-somethings dealing with issues of class, identity, and the evolving conundrum of being a minority living in a rapidly gentrifying San Francisco.
How I feel about this bit of news can best be compared to the way I felt when I found out that Marion Barry had been re-elected Mayor of DC. It’s so shocking that I’m not even shocked.
If you thought film versions of Monopoly and Battleship represented the dirt-covered floor of the basement in Hollywood’s withered creative brain, think again: GameDaily is reporting that plans are afoot to bring Joust to a theater near you.
Yes, Joust. The game to which children of the ’80s sacrificed untold quarters. If you’re somehow unfamiliar with the 25-year-old arcade classic, the “plot” is easy to describe: You play as a knight who flaps around on an ostrich (or emu), using your lance to poke opposing knights off their buzzards. Without getting into too much detail, you also need to eat eggs, avoid pterodactyls, and watch out for the troll that lives in the molten lava below.
Cerenzie also describes the film’s script, written by Marc Gottlieb, as “Gladiator meets Mad Max.” It takes place in the future, and involves a floating Las Vegas.
White people get to make movies about jousting on ostriches in a futuristic, floating Las Vegas and black actors still have to play rapping pimps to get good work.
Hooray for Hollywood! Now to get back to work on my Burgertime script.
If you watch this entire documentary, you’ll want to bang your head against the wall for an hour before you run to your computer to type out an angry letter to your congressman. On second thought, write the letter before you bang your head against the wall.
Big Bucks, Big Pharma: Marketing Disease & Pushing Drugs calmly and plainly exposes the ways that the pharmaceutical industry tricks millions of Americans into believing that they need the various snake oils and tonics that are flooding the market.
No, Amy Goodman’s aggressive monotone is no match for Michael Moore muckraking in Guantanamo Bay. But I doubt that you could find a more informative account of just what Big Pharma is doing to hurt this country’s health.
Oh yeah. I did not watch SiCKO via the internets. So, there’s no way that I could possibly tell everyone within the sound of my voice how great it is and that they should pay to see it in theaters on the day that it opens. I know I’m going to.
