Category Archives: Movies

“Hey, remember the 80’s?”

I watched Real Genius the other night with Holly. First time for her; first time in a while for me. It made me, as always, nostalgic for 80’s syntho-pop. Since the soundtrack was never released as such, and there’s no legal way to acquire the individual tracks, I was forced to become… resourceful.

One of the resources I encountered in the course of my search was Ron “Boogiemonster” Gerber’s Crap From The Past. It’s hard to decide just where to start loving this show and its host. With the fact that both exude deep affection for a wildly eclectic assortment of pop confections from the 1970s and 1980s? Or perhaps with the fact that the show’s website is a brilliantly executed homage to text-mode DOS interfaces, something at least half of today’s computer users wouldn’t even recognize?

Who knows? Who cares? The point is that it’s all good stuff. If you’re the sort of person who played Grand Theft Auto: Vice City and periodically found himself jacking a car just to drive it around aimlessly and listen to the radio, this is the show for you.

The Preznit on Global Warming

For some reason, I was never a huge fan of Will Ferrell. His turn in MTV’s parody of “The Matrix Reloaded”, however, first made me think that I should consider changing my mind. His dead-on characterization of George W. Bush seals the deal.

Apropos the Commander-in-Chimp, last night I was stopped at a light behind a bumper sticker which read:

My child is an Honor Student
My President is a moron



If you’re acting as a carrier for viral marketing, you know you’re acting as a carrier for viral marketing, and you persist in doing it anyway, what does that make you? A typhoid moron?

Anyway, these ads for Xbox and Xbox 360 are pretty cute. (If any of the games released for the 360 at launch showed half the cleverness or ingenuity that the ads do, I’d have been standing in line to get one at midnight along with all of the other suckers.)

First, there’s a touching vignette about the transience of existence. This is followed by a meditation on the importance of a willing imagination. My favorite, though, is this cautionary tale about the dangers of hot-rodding. “Alles klar, Jungs?”

Original infectious vector provided by Faisal. Thanks, Faisal!

Kung-Fu Fuck You

I have no idea who The Ministry of Unknown Science are, although it seems not beyond the realm of possibility that their Eric Trueheart is the same as the one who worked on the late, great, lamented Invader Zim as a writer.

In any case, their short film Kung-Fu Fuck-You is a work of brilliance on a par with the cutscenes in Rag Doll Kung Fu, and marks them as a group to watch.

No, I have no idea what the Leprechauns are doing there either.