#Movies
J.K. Rowling Wanted To Kill Ron Weasley. Should Have Killed The Final Book Amirite?
I’m a fan of Harry Potter, but as the years have passed I’ve found the movies to be less and less magical and the final novel adequate at best. You know what could have made it more enjoyable for me? A little treat tossed towards my blood lust.
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John Goodman To Join Cast For Coen Brothers’ ‘Inside Llewyn Davis’. OVER THE LINE.
John Goodman has held it down with excellent performances in more than one Coen Brothers movie. My favorite, of course, as Walter from The Big Lebowski. The Goodman-Coen Brothers synergistic wunder isn’t ending yet, either.
‘Iron Man 3’ Director Confirms Paltrow, Cheadle and Favreau. Party Time?
Shane Black, director of Iron Man 3, recently dropped some info-bombs regarding the third flick in the trilogy of techno-fetish bells-and-whistles nonsense.
Set Photos: ‘The Hobbit’ Gets Some Shire Love.
Every once in a while I remember that The Hobbit is going down. I get momentarily excited before this fact drifts deeper into my unconscious again. Today I remembered!, courtesy of some quality set photos.
OCTOBERFEAST – Christopher Lee
Lo! The vortex on the horizon – do you see it? Surely you must! It’s a gargantuan cyclone, an indomitable mass of swirling purple and orange and black. Those protesters who’ve spent the last month screaming at the revelers, naysaying and posturing themselves above the traditions of candied-chaos? Well, they’ll be summarily swept away, fallen victim to the natural disaster that’s been summoned by the OCTOBERFEAST celebrants to end the festival most tempestuously.
It’s the Tornado of Souls.
Look closer! At the top of the soul-storm is a wicker chair, stationery despite its position. The twister slowly diminishes as makes its way towards the campgrounds, giving all present parties a better view of both the chair and the individual sitting in it. He is aged but regal. Grey-haired but black-hearted. Avuncular but assailing.
Riding into the grand finale of the OCTOBERFEAST on a goddamn tornado-chair, this is figure represents evil incarnate in a way no other ever has.
This man is Christopher Lee. And he’s responsible for more cinematic villainy than anyone else on the planet.
Nicolas Winding Refn’s Remake Of ‘Logan’s Run’ Gets A Writer. Nice.
Nicolas Winding Refn can do whatever he wants. I’ll be there. Arms wide open. Drive was a male-ovaries swelling ballad of art house destruction and sheen, and after that flick I’m ready to pick up whatever he’s putting down. He’s involved with a Logan’s Run remake which has recently picked up a writer.
Samuel L. Jackson Is Highest-Grossing Actor of All Time. Wait, He Acts?
Samuel L. Jackson is now officially the highest-grossing actor of all time. Whoop there it is!
The Coen Brothers Offer Justin Timberlake Role In ‘Inside Llewyn Davis’
Will you flog me with shit-mallets if I tell you that I enjoy Justin Timberlake’s acting? I haven’t seen In Time, though I’m certain I’ll get something out of it. I enjoy him though. And I enjoy the Coen Brothers. A lot. So I reckon I’ll enjoy this combo.
Video: Make Your Own Vigo the Carpathian Painting With Kinect. Ghosbusters Rockitude.
Take Vigo the Carpathian from Ghostbusters 2. Mix him with dorks. Drizzle in some Xbox Kinect hacking. You get a real-life Vigo the Carpathian painting. What a monument to dork prowess.
OCTOBERFEAST – Grindhouse
[OCTOBERFEAST is the greatest celebration of the year, a revelry dedicated to pop-culture’s most nutritious Halloween detritus. Plastic screams and artificial sweeteners have never been more bountiful. In the old country, villagers refer to the extended party as Satan’s Snacktime]
As you no doubt know, OCTOBERFEAST is the annual celebration of shock-and-awe entertainment, those dastardly bits and pieces that we can’t help but love with mouths agape and eyes closed. The same way that cavemen would streak past brontosaurus nests for cheap thrills, we need to scare ourselves silly sometimes. And to do this, we watch scene after scene of gruesome murders, horrifying mutations, and savage acts of violence.
Again, the reason we meet year-after-year to celebrate this tenth-month carnal carnival is the fact that there are deep-seated desires in all of us to explore the sweet ugliness. Unfortunately, there are those that think indecency has no place in entertainment. That depictions of decapitation are in poor taste. That zombie movies are not only insidious but also trite. Hell, this moral imposition isn’t a new idea, but the self-righteous are proliferating at unprecedented rates.
Fortunately, there are heroes amongst us.
In 2007, Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino teamed up for the exploitation-throwback Grindhouse. This double-feature consists of two original flicks shown back-to-back which are also accompanied by faux-trailers. If nothing else, the experiment was a deal for the fans just in terms of economics: one regularly-priced ticket granted a viewer access to far more material than that which is provided by any standard flick.
With that being said, Grindhouse is also a horrific tour-de-force, a masterpiece for those who love blood and guts and gore and camp.
The first entry in the two-movie feature is Rodriguez’s Planet Terror. This flick is an over-top-zombie flick that sees Rose McGowan stealing the show not only with her scantily clad body, but also her firearm leg prosthesis. There’re gross-out moments with zombies exploding, laughs-a-plenty with some characters being more concerned with BBQ recipes than the end times, and conveniently missing reels. To top it all off, the movie has Bruce Willis.
That’s right – McClane himself.
On the other hand, Tarantino’s Death Proof presents a brand of terror that is more grounded in its intentions. This second flick sees Kurt Russell playing Stuntman Mike, a washed up stunt driver longing for the glory days of Hollywood during which the stunt people reigned supreme. To get his kicks now that he’s been replaced by CGI, Stuntman Mike offers hot babes rides in his car. Of course, there’s a catch: Mike’s stunt car is completely death proof for the driver, but nearly guaranteed to kill a passenger if it crashes.
Which it does. Because that’s what Stuntman Mike wants, and he gets what he wants. That is, of course, until he runs into a pack of bad-ass bitches that don’t take shit from anyone, including maniacs with film-industry experience.
Grindhouse is a rare treat, as it knows exactly what it is and revels in it. Tarantino and Rodriguez manage to simultaneously poke fun at the conventions of classic grindhouse flicks while paying homage and revering them. Additionally, clocking in at just over three hours, this cinematic collection is the perfect accompaniment for a cold, dank OCTOBERFEAST eve.
