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February 07, 2010

g love

Google's Super Bowl spot has evoked cynicism in some parts; and while I'm no stranger to those parts, it evoked a couple other things for me: that scene in Vanilla Sky where Tom Cruise realizes, with a bit of Weltschmerz, that his life has become a lucid nightmare; and this passage from Bright Lights, Big City (which isn't nearly the pee-hole of a novel you may have been led to believe; that distinction belongs to Less Than Zero, a coke-sneeze it's sometimes unfairly lumped with):

"You imagine her as a child carrying a bucket of sand down to the beach. You see yourself watching from the bluff, through a time warp, saying: Someday I will meet this girl. You want to watch over her through the interval, protect her from the cruelty of schoolchildren and the careless lust of young men."

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July 18, 2008

fake it till you make it

"It's easy to deride celebrity perfumes. Writing about his friendship with Robert Redford in The New Yorker, James Salter said that 'when I went into restaurants with Redford, eyes turned to watch as we crossed the room—the glory seems to be yours as well.' But celebrity came with a cost; Salter remembered Redford’s saying of movies: 'My presence in something is enough to give it an aura of artificiality.' If people buy celebrity perfumes, it is precisely because the glory seems to be yours as well. Yet the celebrities don't make the perfumes; professional perfumers do. Celebrity inexorably lends an aura of artificiality, and not just to the celebrity scent; it extends to us as well."

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July 06, 2008

space ghost

There's a beat at the end of the Meet Dave trailer, where the Eddie Murphy robot-spaceship (seriously, who's coming up with this stuff—Steve Urkel?) emits the refrain from "Stayin' Alive" in a high-pitched alien squawk followed by a mechanically abrupt grimace that reminds me of something Entertainment Weekly's Owen Gleiberman once wrote about Murphy's similarly radioactive Adventures of Pluto Nash:

"A space-comedy bomb that would hardly be worth mentioning if not for the rictus grin at its center: Eddie Murphy, doing his zomboid impersonation of a Carefree, Spontaneous Comedy Star, an act of such terrifying falseness that it has become the single most joyless image in showbiz."

Those sharp words may have seemed ungenerous back in 2002, but in 2008 they're almost elegiac.

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June 11, 2008

bottom dollar

An entire season of Top Chef shoots in less than three weeks? The way the contestants whinge (and occasionally sob) about missing their homes and families, I somehow always figured the show takes a couple of months to lens. Twenty days isn't even rehab.

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July 01, 2007

barfz

The trailer for Bratz makes me want to have an abortion, and that's not even physically possible.

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June 21, 2007

heavy flow

"From all appearances, there are only three reasons God produces a Great Flood here: 1. Because it's cute when animals gather two by two (though totally unnecessary, since the flood barely covers the Washington D.C. area). 2. Because he wants to a stop a piece of legislation that threatens to shave off federally protected parks for development purposes. 3. Because yet another upper-middle-class suburban dad needs to spend more time with his family."

Well, that pretty much answers my one question about Evan Almighty: namely, how the filmmakers worked around that whole pesky "Old Testament god wiping out most of humanity for having gay sex and stuff" issue. Not exactly the stuff of feel-good comedy.

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June 10, 2007

adorable! inedible!

Entertainment Weekly #939, June 15, 2007, p.71

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May 16, 2007

rhett butt-pirate

"Concerned that the estate’s lawyers would impinge on his authorial freedom, Mr. Conroy joked publicly that he would open his sequel with this line: 'After they made love, Rhett turned to Ashley Wilkes and said, "Ashley, have I ever told you that my grandmother was black?"'"

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March 27, 2007

i'm a believer

"You can't rush creativity. Well, you can, but then you get broadcast television."

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March 24, 2007

when number one smells like number two

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is the number one movie at the box office this weekend? Between this and 300 and Wild Hogs and Norbit, I haven't the faintest finger on moviegoing America's pulse this year.

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March 07, 2007

stuff you might find in sarah silverman's refrigerator

Heh.

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March 01, 2007

i thought they were referring to a celebutard std

"However, the only permanent cure is to go back to Japan—never to return to Paris."

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February 22, 2007

some disenchanted evening

"When it comes to best picture, the publicist says, 'These are five movies that will be largely forgotten. Other than maybe The Departed, as a cable staple.'"

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February 20, 2007

deep-sixed

"Almost every story line was a dud, and no amount of Sorkin whimsy, tear-pulling or soap-box speeches could save them. In fact, those often made the stories worse."

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February 14, 2007

with good reason

"There really is nothing out there for those who want satire that tilts right." Um, and this dumb, derivative shit is your answer?

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February 13, 2007

flayed

The comments about Paula Deen are hilarious. And I, too, have often wondered whether Duff Goldman's cakes actually taste any good.

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February 09, 2007

"are you wearing bottoms?"

Oh man, Norbit's no good? I'm bummed.

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February 07, 2007

assignment: youtube

I wonder what you'd be left with if you edited every episode of Lost down to just its present-tense scenes. A lot of sighs and sidelong glances would lose their meaning, but would it become half an hour (give or take, factoring out commercials) of less increasingly frustrating viewing?

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February 05, 2007

uneven but illuminated

Julie Taymor directed it? I'll see it.

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can happy endings be far off?

"Welcome to 'sexpresso'—the latest coffee fad to hit America, in which the country's seemingly boundless fascination for Italian-style Java is combined with its equally boundless fascination for half-naked women."

Sounds like something out of Idiocracy.

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February 02, 2007

good sports

Conan O'Brien versus Serena Williams at Wii Sports tennis.

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January 22, 2007

battlestar delectable

Tonight's Battlestar Galactica was SO good.

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January 18, 2007

better dead than redenbacher

"Firstly, the Orville zombie sounds nothing like the original. More important, it is visually jarring ... my emotions ranged from 'this is amateurish-looking crap' to 'holy jeebum crow, this scares the hell out of me'—especially near the end, when the Orville zombie's shoulders start hitching and it looks as if he's about to hack up a hairball."

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hair-razing

"I watched the tape, stunned. After impressing us with their skills and professionalism earlier in the evening, it seemed the chefs had swung the pendulum as far as they possibly could in the opposite direction, undermining their efforts to date with a ridiculous—even cruel—act of juvenile intimidation."

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January 14, 2007

lost and found

"A conclusion date 'will bolster fan confidence in the series' narrative.'" I'll say.

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January 12, 2007

snicker man

Purified camp.

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tough act to follow

Sci Fi is developing a six-hour miniseries based on Neal Stephenson's Diamond Age? Good luck.

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January 11, 2007

mob rules

"How not to pose with your newly won People's Choice Award."

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January 08, 2007

fat/man

Fatboy Slim and Danny Elfman? Interesting.

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January 05, 2007

elegy

The (recently cancelled if The CW doesn't pick it up) O.C. stopped being relevant about halfway through its first season, but Alexandra Patsavas' music supervision remained top-notch throughout the series' run. Here are some songs I've heard on the show that I would have picked for compilation if I'd been in charge of one of its numerous soundtrack releases:

California - Phantom Planet
Come Into Our Room - Clinic
Dice - Finley Quaye
Alone - Trespassers William
Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley
Worn Me Down - Rachael Yamagata
Lay Lady Lay - Magnet
Hardcore Days and Softcore Nights - Aqueduct
Frequency - Feeder
House on Fire [Remix] - Arkarna
An Honest Mistake - The Bravery
Blind Asylum - Orenda Fink
Girl and the Sea - The Presets
Earthquakes and Sharks - Brandtson

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January 03, 2007

gobble head

"Seriously. It's just a tiny cookie. Must she eat everything like it's a triple-decker sandwich?"

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seen and not heard

"Having African-American thesps Snoop Dogg and Anthony Anderson voice creatures that are basically humanoid monkeys shows poor taste."

There's an understatement.

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November 30, 2006

deep space mine

"I once heard a media-studies professor claim that the best, most adult television shows embrace cognitive dissonance as a storytelling tool."

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October 15, 2006

old school

"But so badly did Friendster fumble its early lead that, as of last month, it ranked 14th among all social networking sites tracked by comScore Media Metrix, trailing even myYearbook.com, a site started last year by a 16-year-old high school student." Ouch.

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October 04, 2006

where less isn't more

The post-Palladinos Gilmore Girls pains me with its awkward silences, decaffeinated performances and belabored pop-cultural references. The show now alternately suggests: a feeble staging performed by the kids while the parents are away; and, more direly, funereal denial.

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August 27, 2006

ears are deaf

Is it completely credibility-annihilating that I don't despise a couple of tracks off [NAME REDACTED]'s new album? I mean, the rest of the songs are syphilitic crap, but the afore-linked tunes are reasonably catchy. Like crabs.

(In the interest of full disclosure, I liked a track off a [NAME ALSO REDACTED] album for about five minutes in 2003. It's been three years since my last confession, blah blah blah. Your humble servant, &c.)

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July 23, 2006

overkill

Why do those John Tucker Must Die commercials irritate me particularly so?

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June 13, 2006

teen-itus

I should save this ringtone and check if I can still hear it when I'm over thirty.

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May 29, 2006

all socks go to heaven

"Animal, from The Muppet Movie, 1979: Dead." Heh.

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the hot one

They actually more or less named their kid "messiah"? I guess they've been reading their own press.

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May 23, 2006

al gorge

Poor Al Gore (I'm cereal):

"Since 2000, Gore has taken constant ribbing about his weight, to the point that he's apparently become self-conscious about it. A friend of mine describes attending a party at an apartment in the city and finding Gore in the hallway, facing the wall, furtively wolfing down an ice-cream sundae."

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May 04, 2006

long walks off short cliffs

Last night's Alias plus Lost equals bloodbath. Holy cow.

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May 01, 2006

the nightlight of truth

"'Kids can't understand irony or sarcasm, and I don't want them to perceive me as insincere,' Colbert explained. 'Because one night, I'll be putting them to bed and I'll say ... "I love you, honey." And they'll say, "I get it. Very dry, Dad. That's good stuff."'"

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April 28, 2006

altered proof

"Lots of people claim to have a photographic memory, but nobody actually does. Nobody."

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April 24, 2006

system overload

I fully expect Tom Cruise to begin spitting sparks, smoke and gears any day now.

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bad after bad

"Because I'd like to see the Alien home planet. Or, for that matter, the Predator home planet. I'd like to see if the Aliens have any civilization of their own. I'd like to see what sort of social structure the Predators have. There are a million things about these two franchises that I'd like to see, and I can honestly say that 'what an Alien does inside a human being' is not on that list."

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April 13, 2006

how about sex and the city with actual russian trannies

"In their version, the 50-something Grownup Girls live in a Russian country house, not exactly partying in the city where the heat is on, like our Miami mavens. Two of the friends are divorcees, two are widows, and their personalities are supposedly based on the original characters, so it's safe to say there will be some man trouble." Bring it.

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April 09, 2006

soul survivor

"Aeschylus would never survive a focus group."

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April 05, 2006

stone cold career

Sharon Stone is turning into Sylvester Stallone.

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April 01, 2006

crash and burn

My opinion of Paul Haggis' oeuvre is so low-vre that I actually bought this phony April Fool's item.

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March 31, 2006

sounds like half a good-bad time

"To judge by the unflattering lighting and camera angles, Mr. Caton-Jones had no particular love for his star. He wasn't about to save her from herself and indeed seems to have decided that the best way into or maybe around the material was to divide it into two films: one, a fairly somnolent procedural with British actors; the other, a hysterically pitched Hollywood star vehicle."

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March 23, 2006

partial attention deficit disorder

"Carrying a BlackBerry is admitting that your commitment to your current activity is only partial." I am partially guilty of this. Usually in situations that are partially boring.

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March 19, 2006

infer what you will

I like how on this week's Sunday Morning Shootout they found an extra-tiny fake barista to hand Vin Diesel his coffee and then how neither of the Peters stood to shake Vin's hand as he took his seat, presumably so he could loom over them.

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March 17, 2006

for the love of god, why high-def? my eyes, my eyes!

Just kill me now.

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March 15, 2006

brokeback hackneyed

Oh, blah. Self-righteous observation rendered in self-parodic prose (cf., I Am Charlotte Simmons, et cetera). Yawn.

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lack of basic insight

"I felt the nude scenes should have a disturbing quality that is provocative but also bizarrely threatening and weird. I thought it would be intriguing to do it in a way that is just quite brazen. I wanted my character to be very masculine—like a man in a steam room."

I really hope Basic Instinct 2 is good-hypersucky-bad, not just okay-mezzosucky-bad. I want to be provoked and bizarrely threatened and weirded out.

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March 09, 2006

speaking of fumes

Know what? I'm not so sure Cars is gonna suck anymore. Its marketing sucks, but that's almost a latent commentary on the target of said marketing versus the film being marketed—à la the I, Robot gambit of 2004 to a certain extent, some things being unequal.

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March 08, 2006

crooked facts

Another poorly researched/sourced article on feature animation. This one declaims the immediate decline of Disney's animated oeuvre upon lyricist-visionary Howard Ashman's death in 1991. Except several unrelated things happened subsequently. Firstly, of course, The Lion King became the most successful traditionally animated feature of all time in 1994. Ashman never had any involvement with the finished product that I know of. That same year, Disney COO Frank Wells, Michael Eisner's "right hand" and "voice of reason," departed by way of a helicopter crash, famously leading to Jeffrey Katzenberg's abortive power-grab and own departure to form DreamWorks with David Geffen and Steven Spielberg … where he promptly set up a rival feature animation division with a lot of poached Disney talent. (There was actually a brief period during the 1990s when traditional animators were in hot demand at almost every major studio, as me-too animation divisions were established all over town, with expensive, terrible results).

So it was a divisive era, talent got stretched thin … and Pixar officially arrived in 1995. The primary creative/commercial fallout from Ashman's death was probably felt by his musical partner Alan Menken, whose post-Ashman collaborations with a variety of lyricists resulted in decent enough work on movies that nevertheless underperformed. (It's worth noting that the newly Pixar-infused Disney animation division recently brought Menken back into the fold.)

None of this in any way detracts from Ashman's indelible contribution to movies that he worked on, or even his hypothetical contribution to movies he probably would have worked on if he hadn't died, nor his unofficial role as a guiding presence at the studio, but it doesn't suggest direct causality … unless your operational definition of chaos theory is still derived from Jurassic Park.

Yeah, I used to follow animation. Maybe I sort of still do. Nerd.

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March 07, 2006

star-lit

Heh. Cooter. Funnier (or sadder) still, they* probably require the same lighting.

(*i.e., Lindsay Lohan and Sharon Stone. Not Sharon Stone and Sharon Stone's vajay-z. Although prolly not much of a diff between Sharon Stone's vajay-z and Lindsay Lohan as far as a light meter/Eastern European DP is concerned.)

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March 06, 2006

lamely bedight

The Oscars: I'd like to think Ang Lee's halting, horrible invocation of his movie's unintentional, so-oft-repeated-that-I-shan't-repeat-it-here catch-phrase was some deeply encoded jab at the 1998 telecast's James Cameron jackhole kingworld moment … but it was probably just an ill-advised stab at levity by a famously humorless director.

The ceremony itself was as dull as its supposed upset (for the last time: Crash is a preachy dud), although the slow-mo pimps-n-ho's-down during Hustle and Flow's best-song nom was predictably what-the-hell-were-they- thinking-oh-yeah-they-do-the-same-sucky-thing-every-year ho' hum. Thanks, TiVo, et cetera. Aristocrats.

(Oh, and this is offered without explanation to those who would understand it—you know who you are—but how "Liberty Van Zandt" did Terrence Howard look last night?)

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March 04, 2006

mall flounders

"'They said no to our offer,' the Loews insider said. 'They said they didn't want Metreon to be seen as just a big movie theater.'"

Funny, I don't think I or anyone I know ever thought of Metreon as anything but a big movie theater, albeit inexplicably glorified with glaring Chotchkie's-esque "flair."

Metreon's retail spaces always seemed like concepts rather than places people bought stuff—like museum gift shops … with rickets, I guess you could say. (I was searching for something antipodal to "on steroids.") I think I picked up a Gameboy Advance there once, and maybe a PS2 game I never played.

Oh, and the restaurants blew chunks and literally stank of low morale (which smells surprisingly like grilled low-grade meat, actually).

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February 24, 2006

take back the night

Why do the billboards for X3 look like ads for a Broadway play about date rape set in the early Nineties?

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February 19, 2006

wasteland

I can't think of a single movie out right now that I have any real interest in seeing.

Upsetting prosthetic slapstick; anthropomorphized animal schmaltz; sassy, bleakly animated polygons; declining action franchise figureheads; smug, dumb foreign accent showcases; barely coherent parody mishmashes that are appreciably worse than their skewered-to-death sources; the remnant genre dregs of January; and, of course, that bane at the edge of my cultural consciousness, horror horror horror (dudes kissing or stray areolae: bad; bloody stump porn: okay). Bleh. Puke.

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February 18, 2006

phile-is

My favorite Office beta character. (Favorite moment: The table read-through of Michael Scott's "screenplay" in episode 02005.)

Entertainment Weekly #865, February 24, 2006, p.24

Wait. A professional what-what-whaaat?

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February 14, 2006

rhymes with 'dump'

"Three weeks later, the Times Book Review published a delightfully deranged letter from Trump in which he set forth his credentials—'I've read John Updike, I've read Orhan Pamuk, I've read Philip Roth … I've been a best-selling author for close to 20 years. Whether you like it or not, facts are facts'—and dispensed with both MacGregor and me. We were 'losers' who 'just don’t have what it takes.' Facts."

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sidney lament

Something tells me Vin Diesel is thisclose to guest-appearing as a wacky neighbor on The King of Queens. I woulda said Joey but I'm pretty sure that dog's being put down.

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January 31, 2006

(un)timely

I think Crash is officially 2005's most overrated movie. That it feels like 1995's most overrated movie is part of the problem.

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January 26, 2006

youth flames eternal

"Mike Jeffries, the 61-year-old CEO of Abercrombie & Fitch, says 'dude' a lot. He'll say, 'What a cool idea, dude,' or, when the jeans on a store's mannequin are too thin in the calves, 'Let's make this dude look more like a dude,' or, when I ask him why he dyes his hair blond, 'Dude, I'm not an old fart who wears his jeans up at his shoulders.'"

Oh my fucking god dude.

I remember this one time at Whole Foods, a couple of years go, I was standing in the frozen food aisle (trying to find something, anything, with actual used-to-have-a-face-versus-soy meat in it) and I noticed this fiftysomething … erm, dude … basically wearing the same cargos and tee as me and I realized that at some point, as much as it pained me to consider it, I would arrive at an age when I would appear ridiculous trying to pull that look off.

(The notion that something I'd just casually thrown on would eventually become a "look" requiring "pulling off" was in itself dispiriting, but that was just the insulting afterthought to contemplative injury.)

Hopefully genetic resequencing will be better "by then" (I say with glassy unblinking eyes) and "getting old" will only be for "poor people."

(Incidentally, J, doesn't this dude sound disturbingly like Jonathan Antin? Essentially the same fatuous state of denial, albeit further along.)

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January 19, 2006

what about a 'brokeback mountain' remake instead?

"Asked about rumors that Matt Damon and Ben Affleck may be remaking Butch Cassidy, Redford said he finds that 'depressing.'" Heh.

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January 18, 2006

inevitable

About time. I've been waiting to get a good gander at Destino for years.

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January 16, 2006

who cares

The Golden Globes happened? Really?

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January 12, 2006

played out

This is funny in an everybody's-doing-it, Blair Witch-Matrix-Star Wars Kid-freeze pan, Charo-on-The Surreal Life, circling-the-parody bandwagons sort of way.

Meaning it's amusing for about five seconds and then it's just irritating and mediocre.

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January 10, 2006

regurge

Barf.

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January 09, 2006

druggies write bad memoirs

You mean there's more wrong with A Million Little Pieces besides the fact that it's a bad, terribly written book? (Incidentally, I have a stomach-churning apprehension that someone like Ben Affleck will end up trying to Girl Interrupt it for the big screen.)

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December 28, 2005

tim blake ham sandwich

Watching Syriana, I remember being bumped by Tim Blake Nelson's performance. In a movie marked by consummate, understated acting, his braying union jackass seemed to have wandered in off a Coen Brothers farce—an unpleasantly showy amalgam of Billy Bob Thornton, Danny DeVito and Yosemite Sam. I'm exaggerating because I'm mean, but the effect was distracting. Apparently, audiences where spared an additional morsel of chewed scenery.

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December 27, 2005

nanny diarrhea

"Travers's dreams of becoming a famous writer were realized because of Disney's movie, but its scope eclipsed everything else that she had or would achieve. She spent the rest of her long life (she died in 1996, at the age of ninety-six) linked artistically and personally to Mary Poppins. It was a persona—spinsterish children's author, creator of a spinsterish character—that overshadowed the more complicated identity she had devoted her life to creating."

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December 24, 2005

double true

Bull's-eye: "Indicative of everything that stinks about SNL when it stinks, the least funny 90 minutes on TV this year had hammy host Dane Cook mugging it up as the rest of the cast tried to strain jokes from screechy, never-ending sketches. The show actually featured the fifth appearance (by my count) of the exact same satiric Morgan Stanley ad."

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