I hug you, local college radio!

Ever since getting the CD player in my car, I've essentially stopped listening to the radio. I do still listen to WestConn's on-campus radio station occasionally, simply because they play some damn good music. I flipped it on last night because I enjoy listening to the '90s Mixtape, and what's on? "Super Coming" by Boredoms. I nearly shat myself in surprise. Even as eclectic as WXCI is, I wouldn't have expected them to ever whip out that particular twelve-minute psychedelic Japanoise raveup.

There's no point to this story, but I just had to share. Partially because I love me some Boredoms and partially because I love me some WXCI. Now, if only they had someone around during the day to tell you what songs were being played...

Fun with fancy bottles

Maybe it's because I'm not a stoner or anything, but a bong is totally not what I think of when I look at this bottle.

If that it meant to represent a bong, that kinda throws a new dimension on the whole stoner subculture. I mean, I know it's all essentially oral fixations anyway, but still...

Um. Ew.

Okay, I've heard of recalling auto parts, but this is a whole 'nother kettle of fish. Jumping Jesus. What the fuck is wrong with people?

I [heart] NY

Well, damn.

As if I didn't need enough reasons to want to live in New York City, apparently the city is also teeming with hot blond virgin females who are looking to lose their maidenhead and are willing to advertise in major magazines about said fact.

Okay, maybe 'teeming' is a strong word, but there's at least one such example roaming around NYC. Does stuff like this happen in other cities?

JT strikes again

I had an epiphany last night:

Jeanne Tripplehorn is a demon.

No, seriously. She's the first actress I can ever remember hating for the sheer fact that everything she touches turns to shite. I liked The Firm when I saw it, but I was 13 and not yet aware that John Grisham was a purveyor of junk, and her role was inconsequential. And when I saw Basic Instinct and despised it despite its heaps 'n' heaps of sex which you think would appeal to a horny teenager, I chalked it up to a flash of contrarianism.

Little did I know that it was all the fault of Ms. Tripplehorn.

Then she did Waterworld. 'Til There Was You. Office Killer. Sliding Doors. By the time she showed up in a small role as Christian Slater's wife in Very Bad Things, I understood that her role in life was to take films with promise and destroy them through her mere presence.

But I didn't know how far her insidious influence stretched until last night. See, I finally picked up the "Complete Mr. Show" box set, so I'm watching the second season and laughing my ass off. I come to the episode 'The Biggest Failure in Broadway History,' which is great save for the "Jeepers Creepers" musical sketch. I've always believed that said sketch is the least funny thing ever to be included in an episode of "Mr. Show," and I always figured my disappreciation of it was predicated on the fact that I have zero familiarity with Jesus Christ Superstar. But as I'm watching it last night and shrugging through it like I always did when it played on HBO, I realize the truth -- that's Jeanne goddamn Tripplehorn who gets a singing cameo midway through the sketch.

Jeanne Tripplehorn: So evil she can suck the humor out of "Mr. Show." What other proof of her satanic nature is needed?

Thoughts on Trailers #2 (Seen during Talladega Nights)

- None. The bastards at AMC Loews started the film fifteen minutes late, so to compensate for the lost time they cut off the trailers and commercials. Which means I probably lost out on a chance to see the Borat trailer. Bastards.

Thoughts on Trailers #1 (Seen during Pulse)

- I'm not a Brian de Palma superfan or anything, but Jesus Christ The Black Dahlia looks great. I'm banking on your film to help rescue this year, Brian. Don't let me down.

- Judging from this clip, Neil Labute completely missed the fact that The Wicker Man was a black comedy. Not that I'm surprised. Also, is it just me or has Nicolas Cage undergone the same Scotchgard process that Brandon Routh did prior to "Superman Returns"?

- We live in a country where the latest films by Rivette, Rohmer and Resnais get shunted directly to video and the new Tsai can't find a distributor despite, by all accounts, containing lots and lots of sex. Yet this motherfucking David DeCoteau-wannabe shitheap gets a big theatrical release. Weep, cinephiles, weep!

- I know School for Scoundrels is gonna suck. But I can't resist the Billy Bob.

Snide Political Observation

Now that Ned Lamont has beaten Joe Lieberman in the primary, will we finally get to find out what Lamont believes in? (Other than his hatred for Lieberman, of course.)

Hubris and Hackdom

Demonstrating that he has far exceeded his station in life as outlined by the Peter Principle, Brett Ratner has apparently decided that, at some point, he's gonna remake Casavettes's "The Killing of a Chinese Bookie."

I'm not fucking joking. Here's an excerpt from an interview:

Q: Do you have a smaller movie waiting?

Ratner: A small movie. Not as small as this [The Grand]! I have a movie. I would like to remake The Killing of a Chinese Bookie.

Q: That’s very ballsy. Remaking Cassavetes.

Ratner: Ballsy? Come on, Paul Thomas Anderson said he’ll personally put a bullet in my head. It’s the greatest movie ever made to him. The problem is that nobody’s seen it except for cinephiles. It never got a release in the United States – I think it played for one day and Cassavetes pulled it because it got bad reviews. It only came out in France. It’s a cult film and it’s a flawed movie. I think it’s a brilliant movie, tonally it’s brilliant, but I’m not remaking Psycho. Come on.

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... So. Yeah. You can check the whole interview here, but doing so is only recommended for those with strong stomachs. This guy's so full of himself it's sick.

(Thanks, by the way, to Andrew Bemis for posting about this interview in the first place.)

Fun with the NY Times

Of all the things I've read in life, fewer amused me more than the staid Paper of Record attempting to explain what a badonkadonk is.

Meanwhile, Dick Cheney says that a vote for Ned Lamont is a vote for terrorism.