Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
The remake by Rob Zombie a couple of years ago is also good. It didn't need to be remade and there is nothing added by way of backstory or plot elements. It's essentially the same movie but with some updated gore and character twists. I enjoyed it and taken as a separate movie, it is a good example of the horror/slasher genre. Go check
these out, you will not be disappointed.
CD/SINGLE OF THE WEEK
"Set To Fail", new single from Lamb of God. When you start the day out feeling like you're looking up into the blackest, darkest void imaginable, this will clear it all up. Great song.
Finally, a word about our new President: I'm with you and this stimulus thing. I know the "wealthy" will be pissed since their taxes are being raised from 33 to 39% and it seems like the classic tax and spend philosophy of former Democratic regimes, but I have faith we will get to where we need to be and the ship will right itself eventually. Why do I know this? Obama is smart, he reads, he even has a website showing where the tax payer money will be going. And, he wants universal health care for all. I don't give a damn if anyone call this health care initiative socialized medicine; it has to be better than what we have. Oh, and for another great DVD, rent "Sicko" by Michael Moore to see what kind of piss-poor shape our health care is in.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Angelina and Brad sighting! They glow!!!
Holy cow, Sophia Loren. What can we say. Aside from the crazy hair, she looks ok. Hang in there Sophia. And, 15 nominations for Meryl Streep. Pretty strong.
WINNER: Kate Winslet, she rules. Jil and I really liked The Reader and it wouldn't have been as good without Kate. She played a very difficult character and now, her dad just whistled and it was totally cool. Back to The Reader: it was hard to figure out where this character was coming from but in a way that moved the story forward without being distracting. Her speech is so authentic and she is so likable. Way to go Kate!
Actor: Wow, there is some firepower on the stage. Jil loves Ben Kingsley. I just watched Taxi Driver again last week and DeNiro was just an animal in that film. So good. DeNiro now talking about Sean Penn. This is why we watch these shows. Moments you won't get anywhere else, and DeNiro nailed his tribute to Penn. Hopkins talking about Brad Pitt which is sorta weird but it works. Kingsley talking about Rourke in The Wrestler. Is this going to be the comeback story of the year?
SEAN PENN! Yay Spicoli!! How cool is Sean Penn? He gives the equal rights speech as he should. And a shout out to Mickey Rourke. Great award.
Motion Picture: This is going to Slumdog...and...it does. No big surprise here.
Goodnight all, thanks for following. Another fun night at the Oscars where we go to bed thinking...why am I not going to an after party with Halle, Sean, Jack Black and Beyonce? Keep dreaming, keep dreaming...
Sound Mixing, the superheroes of post production. I'm dozing off...Slumdog wins again. Do I detect a pattern?
"We can't believe this; this is unbelievable." Love this guy. He dedicates this award to his country, to his teacher and to a bunch of other people but he is kind of mumbling. Still a good speech.
Will is really trying to keep our attention here. I admire this. He is trying to make a very geek intensive process accessible to the lay person, or as in this case, the average TV watcher. He's doing a good job. Slumdog wins again.
Oh, here comes the At Last thing and then we go on to High School Musical 3? Bring back Sound of Music!!!! Mamma Mia again. Ok, not doing play by play, they are changing songs too fast and basically it sucks. Why do they have to do these numbers? I didn't get anything from that except that Hugh is dreamy. Other than that, it fell flat.
Best Supporting Actor: First, what is up with Walken's hair? Is that a wig? He is a first class nutjob. One we all love, but a nutjob. Kevin giving Heath's intro. The Joker. This will win. The Oscar goes to Heath Ledger and his family comes up to accept. I didn't particularly love The Dark Knight. It was super loud and the story was kind of convoluted. But, loved every bit of Heath on the screen. He was amazing. We are all missing Heath and wish we could see the future acting roles of Mr. Ledger.
Man on Wire: Shellie saw this twice, she really enjoyed it. So, for Documentary presenter we get Bill Maher. We are fans of Bill Maher in this house. He is a pompous, arrogant, wise ass but he is a searcher for the truth and I always listen when he speaks. WINNER: Man on Wire. Now we have to see it.
Coming up...best supporting actor. Ledger, bank it!
Benjamin Button wins. Whoopee. This is the part of the awards that always seems to go as slow as possible...but these people deserve credit too. However, do they have to do it in our broadcast? Can't they do that in the other show...the technical show where they give awards for Best Grip and Best Ladder Guy and shit? Nice acceptance speech nerds.
Costume Design: Jil's favorite award. The Duchess wins as it should. You shouldn't win an award for successfully dressing someone up in a 1950's suit. Just go to Hugo Boss and grab one of their retro suits and there you go. If you win this award, you need to produce some nifty hair styles and seriously rib restricting gowns.
Makeup Artist: Love this award. Dracula. Wolf Man. and...Hellboy! yay. go Hellboy! and...Dark Knight! Heath looks totally creepy. Oscar goes to...Button. Oh, way to slay 'em old Brad. Big deal, you're old. You're not evil and never will be.
Big Love and Mamma Mia girl, she's cool. Love her. And the Twilight guy. Nice personality Twilight guy. Hold on, let me wake up. OK, I'm back. Oh nice, a Coldplay song. Turn it up baby!!!
ROMANCE MONTAGE. That's sweet. Let's wrap it up.
Best Animated Short basically means whcih set of animators took the best drugs...and the winner, THE FRENCH!!! Yay! The French are crazy artists! Who knew? La Maison Petit Cubes. That was a killer time at the cineplex. I think I took some LSD. How cool was it that the dude said domo aregato Mr. Roboto? Even that guy knows Styx rules!!!
Love Steve Martin, love Tina Fey.
Now on are Jenifer and Jack Black. How old is Aniston? Damn.
- It's LIVE TV. Anything can happen and any thing can, and usually will be, said.
- We really hate these people because...we want to be them. They are all living the lives that should so rightfully be ours. Bastards!
- Because Heath is a shoo-in. As he should be.
- And, we all have to witness the otherwordly presence of Angelina, because she really is from another planet and we'd all like to live there, too, if we could.
Watch in 90 minutes, and make your comments. I will be posting during every commercial break and putting up lists of your most loved and most hated.
More to come...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
WM: Wow, you might be brain dead. What I am trying to tell you, A-Doof, is that you could have had a very serious impact on your image this week,
Monday, February 16, 2009
I am sure by now, Kevin, you are deep into your extensive wine collection after getting the news that Bernie Madoff screwed you and Kyra of millions of your hard earned acting doll-hairs. All those crappy movies for naught. BUT, no worries. Because you, dear Kevin, were once...
Ren McCormack, rebel, city kid and, yes, DANCER!
I just wanted to thank you for your performance in that perfect slice of 80's Velveeta known as Footloose. You brought a certain gravitas to the rebel-with-a-cause-and-that-cause-is-to-dance; a kind of crazy, foot tappin and spiky haired flair in playing a nut job that eventually gets to have his wish of hosting a dance for his high school buds and nabbing the hot, preacher's daughter. Oh Kevin, you're just naughty and so perfect for this role. When you get all pissed because the town is looking at your every move as a threat to its wholesome existence and you drive off to the flour mill in your yellow VW Bug to dance your troubles away, I thought to myself: shit, who hasn't done this? Who hasn't just jumped in the car, skeedaddled to a private barn type setting, and jumped, leapt and gymnasticized their way to some kind of teenage catharsis? Hell, we've all done that.
What about when you teach your buddy to find his inner rhythm and the two of you be-bop all over the school, the football field and every possible open aired venue with your cute headphones on? (Chris Penn, R.I.P., by the by). That rocked. I appreciated your sensitivity to your friend's plight and showed him that dancing can be a way of bro bonding. Hell, we've all done that! I remember grabbing a dude friend of mine in high school, heading over to the tennis courts with our boombox, and just dancin' away: around the nets, close to the chain link fence, a-leapin' and a-grinnin' all West Side Story like. It was so sweet. Good times Kevin, thank you for reminding me.
Finally, Kevin, I want you to ponder your legacy of acting left in the wake of your performance as Ren. Incidentally, what is Ren short for anyway? Reniford? Rendaggle? Renhoffer? Weirdest Title Character Name Ever. The only leftover of Ren has surfaced in the 90's with Ren and Stimpy, a totally demented cartoon which has neither Kenny Loggins nor dancing. But, I digress.
Kevin, think of all your roles. Think of the one guy who rides the bicycle, and the one guy who was opposite Sean Penn in that cop show and the one guy who was a child molester and the other guy....ah, who cares. We can't remember any of your movies and neither can you. But, we all remember Ren and how you spiked your hair, and hiked up your freakin' light blue jeans to your nipples, and wore your David Bowie skinny tie on the first day of school and almost jumped off the tractor when you were having that duel with the other dude who wants to nab the hot preacher's daughter. You, sir, have cemented your legend for generations to come. Thank you Kevin/Ren.
"I thought this was a party...c'mon, LET'S DANCE!!!"
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
The sound at Pat's was surprisingly good, given the small space. This made for a nice balance between hearing all the instruments and the vocals AND being able to have a decent conversation with anyone at the table. The downside was sitting on hard benches the whole time, but that was a minor inconvenience.
Doug was fantastic, as usual. The last time all of us saw Doug was at Larry's 50th birthday party where it was more of an acoustic show. Tonight's show was all electric. A couple of tunes he dedicated to the Tuckers in the audience, which I think is the first shout out any of us have had from any stage. Except when Snoop Dogg gave a shout to Riley in Vegas, but that's another blog.
My personal favorite was "Manti", a song I don't think any of us had heard. Aside from the personal nature of the song and that both Doug's parents and our mom came from Manti, the song was instantly fun to listen to. Right out of the speakers it was a tune I wanted to hear again and again. Doug is a songwriter for me that is very similar with one of my favorite songwriters, Paul Westerberg of the The Replacements. His sense of humor is sharp and he has a keen eye for detail. What I've always loved about Westerberg is his ability to sum up an emotion or at least the shadow that emotion left in a way that is both humorous and really sad and longing. After hearing "Manti", all I could think of was the times I spent in that town with my grandma, my parents, my siblings, relatives and friends. It's a special place that evokes very strong emotions and memories; a song that can get you to that emotional space in 3 1/2 minutes is gold to me. I believe the last few lines were, "They say you can't go home again/But some towns you can't leave behind."
One other note on Doug: how many people do you know have kept their dream alive for the majority of their whole life? Since I can remember, Doug has played guitar, been in a band, played shows, made records and stayed "in the game" with his music. That is amazing to me considering the graveyard of dreams most of us carry around in our heads, thinking we should have kept doing this or that or what happened to that thing I loved but I stopped doing? Doug has never stopped playing music. That's inspiring for me.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Just finished this book--it's one in a series of books called 33 1/3, which are really intense reviews of certain recordings. I became interested in this series through the first one I read, a review/recap of Slayer's Reign in Blood. What struck me was the track by track breakdown of each song, with comments from the band and from the producers. It takes the listening experience of these albums to a very high level.
The Black Sabbath book is slightly different. It's from the point of view of a teenager who is placed in a psychiatric hospital when he is 17 after he attempts suicide. However, he is not suicidal, just depressed with his home life and doesn't know how to process it. So, as soon as he gets abducted from school and is admitted into this hospital, all he wants to do is retrieve his backpack, which the doctors took from him, and listen to Master of Reality. For 90 pages, through a series of journal entries, he describes this album and every riff, drum beat, lyric and vocal. BUT, it is done with a certain desperation that elevates his commentary from heavy metal puppy love to religious fervor. It is fascinating to hear how each track resonates with him and how he interprets this incredibly misunderstood recording.
Bottom line: Ozzy and his mates are preaching love and peace. On every song. Well, one song is an anti-war song, but the rest, aside from two instrumentals, are about searching for happiness. Oh, and the one about pot (Sweet Leaf). I've re-listened to it three times in the last two days and it has quickly jumped up to one of my favorite heavy metal albums. Listen to Geezer Butler's bass and it sounds like something from another planet.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Anthony is about 1 1/2 and he is crazy. He goes berserk if you don't give him something or if he is tired or ornery. He's been really mad and when he gets feisty, the only thing he knows how to say is "no!". So, he sits there and says no and pinches people and pinches his own self. I have many scratches on my face because of him. Also, Tara and Eric, my dad's friends, child has died by drowning. They were also down there. It happened in Mexico. She was in the hot tub and Tara was the only one home. And she was in the hot tub and there was a plastic tube that would suck in the water and filter it out. She went underwater and somehow her face got stuck to the pipe. Tara soon figured it out and started running towards her. The tile outside was very slippery so she slipped and has scars now from running to save her. I feel very very sad for her, she is a cute little girl and very nice. For her age she was a daredevil. Her name was Lynea. She was cremated. Her little sister Ava still does not get what happened.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Ambrosia is one such band (How Much I Feel, etc,). Her other faves from the 70's are Player, Seals & Crofts, Elton John, Lou Rawls and other one hit wonders that appear on 70's compilation CD's. I can't name them all but they are like a lazy, summer day in a park full of dandelions and bong water. So groovy.