My hatred of the MPAA is legend. I’m pretty sure sonnets have been written about it, 14 lines of iambic pentameter detailing just how much I seethe whenever I see something like The Hunger Games (which I loved, granted, but it’s a film about children murdering each other for sport) get a PG-13 rating but something with sex or swearing automatically gets slapped with an R. Remember the 70s and 80s when boobs, a bunch of “shit”s, and 1-2 “fuck”s would get you PG? I do. Good times.

The shitshow that stemmed from the documentary Bully getting an R rating was amazing. People were de-crying the MPAA, as they should, since they’re holding onto an archaic rating system that either needs serious revamping or abolishment altogether, and the MPAA just looked like the bunch of Bible-thumping assholes they are. Everyone, from the common man to A-list celebs, appealed to the MPAA to lower the rating to PG-13. A few “fucks” shouldn’t be the reason the film was kept from the people who needed to see it — namely everyone between the ages of 10 – 18. But, naturally, the MPAA was like, “WE’RE NOT CHANGING THE RATING AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO DEFY US.”

So the Weinstein Company said, “Well, watch this.”

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I haven’t read The Hunger Games  series, but I did see the film on Sunday and very much enjoyed the hell out of it, especially since I didn’t have to yell at anyone for having their cell phones out. I was happy with the direction, the cinematography, the acting, and the casting — especially the casting. I mean, what the fuck did  Lenny Kravitz give Satan in return for eternal youth? Dude looks maybe  25. Jennifer Lawrence, the sole shareholder at CP’s spank bank conglomerate, did a fabulous job as Katniss, and Amandla Stenberg made me weep like a little kid with a skinned knee during that scene. Everyone was flailing while we filed out of the theater, so much that I could literally see  the exclamation points in people’s sentences.  Nothing could harsh my buzz.

Then I saw the racist fuckery happening on Twitter and suddenly remembered the world is full of douchenozzles.

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The Wachowskis have been trying for a while to get their flick Jupiter Ascending  off the ground. After struggling with it for a good amount of time they shifted gears and turned their eyes towards adapting Cloud Atlas. With that whole dealio winding down, they’re going to give Ascending  another go.

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I didn’t know that Fargo  was ever adapted for TV, but the winds of adaptation are churning once again for the flick. Kicking up head-spinning clumps of possibility pollen, working it into our noses of opportunity and…ah fuck it, just read the details.

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J.J. Abrams  says “Fuck you!” to you and “fuck you!” to information and pictures being sniped by enterprising assholes around the filming of Star Trek 2. In order to combat the outflow of information the Lord of Lens Flare has constructed a giant wall. This is tits and cream right here.

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Members of the Criterion Collection are beastly bastards. Movies done up with gorgeous artwork on the outside and delectable supplementary goodies on the inside. Midnight Marauder has paid tribute to their stunning swag with a series of posters done up in what could be designated their general aesthetic.

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Absolutely! Ridley Scott and your company of Advertising Wizards please feel free to continue slowly rolling out the glory that is Prometheus  information. In this new TV spot  Noomi Rapace gets totally hot and heavy with a beau while Charlize Theron is all “we’re all going to die, #buzzkill, #buzzkill”. Whatever the case, it’s more goddamn awesomeness. Check it out after the break.

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Oh hell yeah! Someone has delved into the Nethers and uncorked the Avengers  Hype Machine. It’s showering us with promotional images, though most of them are just the gorgeous crew looking gorgeous if not a bit angsty. This newest batch is more of the same, with a bit of a Black Window push-up bra stylee.

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I’ll be honest, I ain’t big on reviews. Firstly because I find them boring as shit to write, and secondly I hate committing to how I feel about something so immediately after I experience it. Lots of revision going on in my dome-piece after I ingest a work. That said, I want to ignite some conversation about The Hunger Games here at OL.

In my younger and more volatile years, I tried really hard to be smart. I read intelligent stuff, used big words, and analyzed movies more than I watched them. Hey, we all make mistakes. Anyways, per the requirements of a media theory class, I once found myself reading Scott Bukatman’s Terminal Penetration. At the time, I was simply enthralled by Bukatman’s examination of the postmodern relationship between technology, consciousness, narrative, and virtual reality.

This theorist’s words spoke to me, encouraging me to scrutinize reality and the ways I experience it. However, the class ended, so I went back to drinking beers and playing MarioKart: Double Dash!! instead of worrying about the inevitable collapsing of reality as its paper-thin foundation crumbles.

Whatevs.

However, I have now learned that Paul Pope has contributed art for the 2nd edition of Scott Bukatman’s Blade Runner reader. As a diehard acolyte of the PULPHOPE, a fan of Harrison Ford’s most under-appreciated work, and a one-time student of media theory, I may just have to snag this book.

Punch it to hyperspace to see art, clips of the movie, and a video of Bukatman analyzing superheroes.

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