retro trailer: ‘Help!’
In honor to what would have been John Lennon’s 70th birthday today, a look back at one of the silliest movies ever made. And I mean that as a compliment.
question of the weekend: Do you dance?
Do you gotta boogie? Or not so much?
Saturday cute: The Fellowship of the Peeps
Peeps: they’re not just for Easter anymore.
Friday night fortune cookie: Reg says…
“What Jesus fails to appreciate is that it’s the meek who are the problem.”
Howl (review)
James Franco’s elucidation of Allen Ginsberg is soaring in its warmth and sincerity. The words are (mostly) the writer’s, but the vitality and the passion are all Franco’s: he makes the poet breathe for us today in a way that feels entirely modern and relevant.
screencap Friday: what the flick? #144
Friday fun! Here’s a screen capture from a TV show on DVD. Guess the TV show — you don’t need to guess the episode, just the show. And if you assume it’s something I’ve said I’m watching or said I like, you’re not necessarily on the right track.
Life as We Know It (review)
First of all, any movie that kills off the smashing Christina Hendricks in the opening 20 minutes deserves to be shot down on the basis of that alone. But that’s only the tiniest of the many cinematic crimes of Life as We Know It, which pretends to be something hip and fresh and is in fact relentlessly conventional, even retrograde.
watch it: “Kitten Massage Therapy”
It’s almost as relaxing to watch as it must be to experience…
trailer break: ‘Nowhere Boy’
Tomorrow would have been John Lennon’s 70th birthday. It is a crime against humanity that he is not still with us.
‘Doctor Who’ thing of the day: Elisabeth Sladen doesn’t understand the popularity of Sarah Jane Smith
Personally, I think the Sarah of late is a bit obsessed with the Doctor, in a way that’s not so appealing (or maybe I’m just jealous that he does actually show up once in a while). Though I suppose that’s easy to do when your neighborhood is getting invaded by alien nasties every week.
