The original King Kong gets points for being so drenched with subtext you can swim in it. But whenever Kong isn’t on screen it’s dreadful.
An excellent merging of the political with the fictional by Michael Winterbottom.
INT: POST OFFICE – DAY A bustling morning at the Post Office. POSTAL EMPLOYEE: Next! A PATRON walks up to the counter. PATRON: Christmas stamps, please. POSTAL EMPLOYEE: Do you want the religious or the other ones? PATRON: (with great conviction) I am a Catholic! And… scene.
A profoundly depressing statistic from today’s New York Times: “According to a CBS News poll last month, 51 percent of Americans reject the theory of evolution, saying that God created humans in their present form. And reflecting a longstanding sentiment, 38 percent of Americans believe that creationism should be taught instead of evolution, according to […]
For most of it, I thought for sure Shaun of the Dead was a four-starrer, but it lost its way at some point. I’m not sure exactly of the transition point, but I felt that the tone had changed too drastically by the time the characters were trapped in the pub (in other words, I […]
Why does one say “sextuplets” or “sextuple”, but say “hexagon” instead of “sexagon”?
Not as in getting funky, but as in not getting blown up on the subway. You know how every time there’s a terrorist attack, the media tricks some rescue worker or unfortunate bystander into using the phrase “body parts everywhere”, which they can then morbidly quote with relish? The next batch of human soup you […]
An utterly gorgeous collaboration between Dave McKean and Neil Gaiman, who are so good together that I admit to a little disappointment when they work apart. I especially recommend reading the screenplay; one of the few scripts I’ve ever read that stands on its own.
Best. Game. Ever. To give that statement a little context: I’m a novice gamer at best. My cruel, heartless, Dickensian parents wouldn’t let me have an Atari growing up (kidding, Mom & Dad! I’m the better for it) so I’m a latecomer to all this beeping, flashing, vibrating analog joysticking stuff. A few years ago, […]
The second in a series of found poetry taken from spam subjects. I’m taking a different tack this time, avoiding the more absurdist lines that appear in No. 1 “Here we come!” (there’s plenty more of that waiting for No. 3) and aiming instead for a coherent narrative flow. 250 Ways to Thank You Don’t […]