Sundance has been very kind to our little film and given it lots of great attention. Not only is it a big part of this year's Sundance 2011 app, but now it's online at the Sundance screening room. I've embedded it here for ease, but I encourage you to check out the screening room for other gems of cinematic goodness.
If you've come here looking for my review of TRON: LEGACY, it's this: I liked it but did not love it. I'd also add that it'd be great if Hollywood spent as much money on plot and story as they do on effects and worldbuilding. That last little bit is the takeaway for writers and storytellers.
Man, Inception. I can't stop noodling it. Now, to be clear, HERE THERE BE SPOILERS. Like, for real. Really real. Like, we're gonna spoil the whole goddamn ending of the movie. I'm not kidding. 3... 2... 1... You had your chance.
I’ve had a number of requests — in person, over email, over Twitter — where people want to hear my thoughts on the Post-Avatar Depression Syndrome (PADS, this week’s second unfortunate instance of that word, “pad”). Why do people want that? Can’t say. I suspect it’s because I am the Overlord of Pop Culture. I sit on a throne made from the discarded packaging of Star Wars figures which in turn sits on a dais made of skinned cartoon characters. Sometimes I pull the pelt of Yogi Bear tight around... Read The Rest →
Blink, blink. *smells the air* Did something die in here? Why did someone leave a double-headed dildo in the sink? It’s…covered in… marzipan and cake batter? *licks it* Yes, yes. Marzipan and cake batter. That’s definitely it. Is that… Is that blood on the curtains? Goddamn. You leave this place behind for a week, and a handful of deviant hooligans just run a train on it. It looks like Snuff Film In Wonderland around here. A gently listing hamster wheel in the corner (sans hamster, a mystery I do not... Read The Rest →
Theory: we know that a property has entered the pop culture consciousness when pornography is made in its image. Examples: Pulp Friction, Forrest Hump, Saving Ryan’s Privates, Shaving Ryan’s Privates, and so on. You don’t find this to be the case with films that fail to connect with audiences. The Hurt Locker is a critical darling, but failed to make money with audiences (a big fat super shame), so we’re unlikely to see The Squirt Locker, or The Spurt Stocker or The Skirt Focker. Further, we’re unlikely to see The... Read The Rest →