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Kim Jong Il – Dictator, douchebag, film producer… December 28, 2009

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Kim Jong Il is an interesting man on a variety levels.  There’s the North Korean official website, which is about as impressive as the fortunecity free webpage I made in 8th grade, the hilarious propaganda merchandise which is sold through the United States based Cafepress.com… seriously, and the embarrassing Ryugyong Hotel which is so big, ugly and useless that they regularly crop it out of press photos.

Glorious nation of North Korea, your follies are many and hilarious.

But more importantly, there is the one and only Pulgasari, a Godzilla ripoff commissioned by Kim in 1985 due to his well documented love for Godzilla and other Japanese monster flicks.  And by commissioned I mean he kidnapped Korean filmmaker Shing Sang-Ok and forced him and his cast to make the movie according to his delicious and socialist specifications.  He also made him eat grass for trying to escape his imprisonment.  That’s artistic freedom if I’ve ever heard it.

The plot seems to make references to the Chinese cultural revolution, market capitalism and general criticisms of concepts of cultural and political collectivism.  Basically, a dictator steals all of the peasants tools, cooking ware and other metals to fend them off in the event of the inevitable peasant uprising but he doesn’t count on an old peasant creating a small monster out of rice that is brought to life by blood and feeds on metal.  Yes, it is brilliant.

There’s something to be said about Kim and his delusional perceptions of reality.  He is apparently trying to critique capitalism and its corruption of freedoms and culture by forcing an imprisoned filmmaker to do it for him….  and he wonders why his administration is considered the retarded stepson of world culture.  Who cares that he is (poorly) attempting to establish a nuclear weapons program when he can’t even keep a political prisoner from crapping out such a ridiculous film?

I’ve tried to watch the film all the way through.  By try I mean that I started it on Google video and within a half an hour I was watching “Hamburger Paradise” on the Food Network.  Half the dialogue in the film consists of the characters yelling “Pulgasari!” over and over again and pointing at the creature which, by the way, looks like this…

Then like this…

Pulgasari is great in that Sleepaway Camp sort of way which requires you to find all of its faults endearing and in this case its faults are even more apparent and hilarious because a world government felt it necessary to actively force its godawful production.

So with this in mind, I encourage you to watch the entire film here.  I realize that I didn’t do this but I don’t do a lot of shit I talk about because I’m

Film Facepalms: Bio-Dome December 22, 2009

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Bio-Dome…  There was a time when I actually found this shameful and tear-inducing piece of Hollywood culture endearing.  For that you should probably lose any respect for what I have to say but keep in mind I was in middle school and was still listening to Korn.  I wasn’t the well-adjusted gentleman before you today.

Where do you even start with something this pathetic?  I guess the beginning would be the most logical.

The year was 1996 and for reasons that still aren’t entirely clear, Pauly Shore was still considered a celebrity.  The wonderful people at MGM in their infinite wisdom decided to ignore the heinous human rights violations of In the Army Now and Jury Duty and gave Pauly Shore another starring vehicle – and shockingly, some people are surprised that MGM is bankrupt – with Stephen Baldwin and a script that couldn’t have been more than fifteen pages long.

We have the biosphere project... and Pauly Shore. Not impressed? Well chew on this, Stephen Baldwin is tentatively attached.

The movie basically follows two generic slacker stoner types – you can tell because one has dreadlocks and they both wear loud and ill fitting clothing – who mistake a biosphere for a mall and wind up fucking up every possible aspect of William Atherton and the rest of the cast’s lives.  Hilarity does not ensue.  Every scene in this movie deteriorates to Bud and Doyle, our heroes (Baldwin and Shore), annoying the shit out of either their co-workers, their girlfriends, or other miscellaneous cast members until they start making strange noises, run into walls or dance like douchebags while one of the worst musical scores I’ve ever heard obnoxiously blasts through the speakers.  It’s subtle, I know.

What's an obnoxious movie without some misogyny sprinkled in?

The idea of star-vehicles is attractive in some cases, I realize this.  However, I just can’t wrap my head around how any decent person could write a check for 15 million dollars, the film’s budget, to make this thing a reality.  The amount of coke and vodka the cast and crew consumed alone must’ve accounted for at least 30% of the budget with the other 11.5 million likely going towards stomach pumps for Stephen Baldwin and ADR for Pauly Shore’s incomprehensible babbling during the numerous awkward dancing sequences.

This monstrosity of media history is part of what I have dubbed “The Dane Cook Syndrome”.  Sometimes, as consumers, we are a fickle and bizarre bunch.  We find Dane Cook amusing enough to make his albums go platinum, land him plush representation, and indirectly allow for him to make out with Jessica Simpson for a dozen takes.  It’s illogical but we really are the ones to blame not the money men who are simply making the logical and economical move.  Sometimes media producers have their hearts in the right place and want to please the customer base but they just don’t trust their own instincts.  They think the consumers know what’s best for them, which is often true, but in cases like this….  they simply don’t.  Maybe Pauly Shore was great as an MTV VJ and maybe Encino Man was surprisingly enjoyable but the fact is that his sludge like delivery and doofy dance moves cannot translate to a 90 minute film.  Especially one with a narrative so insultingly absurd.

We just didn't know....

So I’ll conclude this by offering up a challenge and an anecdote.  I tried to watch this recently with some buddies of mine after reminiscing about our completely unfounded nostalgia for it and we made it 14 minutes into the movie before we were too embarrassed to look at one another.  If you can excuse the telegraphed dialogue, the fact that every intended joke is a miss, and that absolutely nothing that is intended to be funny actually is, then we have very little to talk about because I hate you.

5 Easy Ways to Save Mankind December 12, 2009

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We live in amazing times.  People love to shit on our digs but at the end of the day, life is great in so many ways.  However, we are screwing the proverbial pooch on a lot of fronts and their is legitimacy to the fear that mankind will continue to deteriorate and never realize its potential.

So in the interest of protecting our future, I offer five easy ways to make mankind better equipped for the future.

5) If you meet a Nickelback fan, kill them… or give them In Utero by Nirvana

Nickelback are the musical equivalent of the HIV virus as they spread like wildfire across the globe with 30 million records sold and headlining concerts around the world.  Like HIV except that these toolbags come from Canada and Magic Johnson isn’t pleading to the public to not support their consistent auditory crimes against humanity.

It’s well established that they write the same damn songs over and over again and release them under new vaguely inspirational titles to the wonderful rock fans of rural America but what’s really shameful is that most of these people simply don’t know better.  Lets consider this notion for a second.  Middle America has made Nickelback one of the most popular bands in the world…. and they’re a Canadian band.  That’s really a testament to the consumers they are targeting and how stupid they must really be when the most staunch nationalists in America are drooling over a shitty CANADIAN band.

So, how can you save the world?  If you meet someone that genuinely believes that Nickelback is a good band, find a shallow ditch OR reach into your 90′s CD collection and take them to school.  I’m talking Pearl Jam’s Vitalogy, Smashing Pumpkins’ Siamese Dream and Soundgarden’s Badmotorfinger.  Rock n’ roll with soul and innovation, not redundant choruses crooned to people that don’t know any better.  Shit, Candlebox or Bush would be a HUGE improvement.  You can also simply point to their lyrics which are littered with gems like “Look at this photograph.  Everytime I do it makes me laugh.”  Deep.

I think AllMusic puts it best,

“Nickelback are a gnarled, vulgar band reveling in their ignorance of the very notion of taste, lacking either the smarts or savvy to wallow in bad taste so they just get ugly, knocking out knuckle-dragging riffs that seem rarefied in comparison to their thick, boneheaded words.”

4) If you meet someone that has an obvious sense of entitlement.  Proceed to systematically destroy their worldviews.

Remember that kid from high school that would talk back to the teacher, obnoxiously laugh at contrary opinions, and generally just acted like a pretentious asshole?  Yeah, so do I and you were not alone in your unadulterated hatred towards them and their various manifestations and opinions.

Sadly, these people do not disappear post-adolescence and for better or for worse, we run into them on a daily basis.  This one’s an easy fix though, especially if you have an iPhone.  Doesn’t matter what form their obnoxious entitlement takes, just play devil’s advocate as if it’s your actual opinion.

Fundamentally religious?  Point to statistics that indicate non-religious peoples and countries tend to have less violence and crime.  Militant vegan?  Point to the massive amounts of field animals that would be killed while harvesting grain in the event of the world population converting to veganism.  OR how PETA puts down more animals annually than most vets and sometimes they just toss the dead animals in the trash.  Philosopher?  So easy.  It takes a special kind of pretension and obnoxiousness to try and explain the worlds complexities to someone, especially if they don’t give a shit what you have to say.  These people are insecure.  They don’t understand the world so they seek validation by preaching their own worldview to sheepish people so just pick apart any hole in their perception of “the self” and the world.

You don’t have to agree with any of it, just do it to give that person what’s coming to them.  Although this may seem like a contradiction, they’ll be better off because of it.

3) If a stranger starts a conversation with you, be awkwardly honest.

"Honestly? I'd rather rub barnacles on my testicles than speak to you."

I was on a subway in NYC once and a church group on some kind of preaching mission was on the train with me.  The group consisted of maybe 10-12 young girls and an adult chaperon carrying signs about finding salvation or surrendering to God and whatnot.  So one of the more forward girls in the group – who had just finished harassing this poor guy who just wanted to eat his sandwich – asked me if I liked to dance.  I said not particularly.  She started dancing awkwardly and seemed to be enjoying herself, she then asked what I do at concerts if I don’t dance.  So I answered.  “I get drunk”.  That caught all of them off guard and she briefly retreated before the adult asked me if I minded if they kept talking to me.  My response?  “Sure, as long as it has nothing to do with Jesus.”

You see, strangers that like to talk to you are either A) lonely, B) annoying, C) have an agenda, or some strange combination of the three.  They don’t really want to talk to you, they want to talk at you about whatever it is that they find infinitely interesting and chances are, you don’t share their enthusiasm.

So once again, this one is easy.  Whatever they ask you, give them abrupt honesty and teach them the lesson they carefully avoid by targeting shy and overly polite people: if you don’t want to hear what I actually have to say or am thinking, don’t. fucking. ask.

2) Do not talk during a movie.

I’ve covered this before in an earlier post but seriously, these people could prove to be the last little annoyance that causes a serious catastrophe.  We deal with tiny annoyances every day and we go to the movies to escape them and find meaning in 90 minutes or more.  When we can’t even enjoy something as basic as a feature film because someone thinks its necessary to narrate the action as it happens, the world feels a lot farther gone than we’d like to admit.

Woah, Harry is a wizard!? Curveball!

It doesn’t matter what kind of talker is at work in this example be it the talking to the screen type, the obnoxious critic, or the emotional yeller (I.E.- “Bitch got fucked up!”), they all are inconsiderate assholes.

Sometimes you have to be tactile about your responses to these people but I think the best thing that can be done is to either flatly tell them that their behavior is transparent attention-whoring or simply follow them around until you can ruin something that they paid for and typically enjoy.

1) Watch Jersey Shore on MTV…

Entertainment incarnate.

Bear with me on this.

Jersey Shore is the kind of programming that would have media theorist Marshall McLuhan crying in the grave.  The show follows a group of self-proclaimed “guidos” and “guidettes” – their words, not mine – as they live their shallow and soulless existences in a summer house on the Jersey shore.  They drink, tan, work out, club, and then repeat.  That’s it.  And yes, it’s as pathetic as it sounds.

But if you want to destroy an enduring cultural ideology, you must endlessly mock it into submission and hopefully, disappearance.  These people have no self-awareness because they are so endlessly arrogant and materialistic.  That’s what the court of public opinion is for.  We collectively agree on their stupidity and  laugh as they systematically destroy their own reputations and are forced to realize their own blatant shortcomings as humans.

So by watching this shameful program, you are exercising civic responsibility in the interest of vanquishing any shred of legitimacy people that hold such vapid and meaningless perceptions may have or at least claim to have. So don’t feel so bad for giving them viewership.  It’s not like they have any prospects outside of MTV in the near future.

And finally, here’s another great mockery of clowns of this sort.

(un)Appreciated: Prometheus and Bob December 7, 2009

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What you are about to see is top secret

It is a videotape recorded 900,000 years ago, by an alien using a remote-controlled camera.

It shows his attempts to educate a caveman.

They have been codenamed “The Prometheus and Bob Tapes”.


Remember these guys?  Prometheus and Bob was far and away the best segment on the defunct Nickelodeon show KaBlam – get outta here with that Action League Now bullshit – following an alien named Prometheus as he attempts to educate a caveman nicknamed Bob.  There’s a lot to love about this series: novel concept, awesome stop motion animation, absurd adaptations of the premise, and the general slapstick nature the creators employed.  Prometheus and Bob was like a youtube series before we had youtube and strangely enough, its found its second life because of youtube.

Pieces of media like this are what remind me that there is a niche for your concept so long as you are willing to search it out instead of forcing it into an established paradigm.  The wonderful people at Nickelodeon Films even attempted something similar when they tried to adapt Prometheus and Bob into a feature film.  Thankfully it didn’t pan out but it’s press releases like that which remind me how out of touch the majority of Hollywood is with the consumers.  No one wants to watch Bob grunt like a doofus for 90 minutes while he tries to work a pulley system or learn how to bowl, that’s not what the show was designed for.  Prometheus and Bob worked in the same way that the Robert Smigel SNL animated shorts work or any successful and enduring skit does…  sadly, Hollywood has proven that they don’t get it time and time again with the SNL example.  They’re filming a feature length film out of the Macgruber skits with Will Forte….  People got over mocking Macgyver fifteen years ago when The Simpsons did it and just cause you have a popular video on Hulu doesn’t mean people want to watch your bullshit for 90 minutes in a theater.

Anyway, I’ve been writing about the importance of communication technologies and their growth in contemporary culture and looking at something from my childhood like Prometheus and Bob has been pretty damn interesting.  All of the people I grew up with who would watch these two and a half minute shorts are rediscovering them on youtube and dailymotion.  Its like cave art for our mediated past.  We can show these crude stop motion videos to our children on youtube and reminisce about what television and media used to be.  And the great thing is that what used to be funny about the shorts is still funny now.  Watching an apparently retarded caveman try to learn to box or build a treehouse with the help of an alien is still funny to me.  It doesn’t try to be anything more than it is but it uses its concept in nuanced ways that I didn’t even pay attention to when I was younger: I’m talking about the obvious Roswell/Area 51 parody, and the intercut alien language frames, and things of that nature.

I think there’s a lot to admire about media created for young people as it represents people that once held those same tastes almost trying to play to their former selves while mixing in elements of humor and narrative that adults can appreciate.  I have a lot of respect for Prometheus and Bob and I can’t say I’m not jealous that i don’t have a walking remote controlled video camera.

Avatar Critics = Shitting at the Party December 2, 2009

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Avatar TV Spot – Survival.

If you aren’t excited to see Avatar after watching that then just go fuck yourself. It takes such a bitter douchey perspective on film expectations to not look forward to it. It’s almost like someone just refusing to look forward to a movie like Jurassic Park.  You know what to expect in some ways but definitely not in others.

I don’t think anyone should mistake what to expect come the 18th. This is a spectacle in the fondest sense. Lawrence of Arabia sorts of ways except with strangely sexy blue giants with eyes the size of baseballs.  Just kick back, get a cold drink, and watch 3D craziness unfold before your eyes. Expect visuals and expect to enjoy watching them.

That’s all.