tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79584570292359441762024-03-13T14:40:40.590-05:00CinematograflopFinding entertainment in the great failures of entertainment.Chad Woodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08852674870506731426noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958457029235944176.post-59695896070829176682013-07-23T01:02:00.001-05:002013-07-23T21:29:14.305-05:00Gymkata<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Is Gymkata stupid? YES.<br />
Is Gymkata awesome? YES.<br />
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It is the action film that continuously asks, “How can we recreate “Enter the Dragon” for the tail end of the Cold War, using a gymnast as America’s secret weapon?” It also asks many other important questions, such as, “How do Kurt Thomas’s white pants stay so clean through so many battles to the death?” and “Can Kurt Thomas pull his white pants up any higher?” But most importantly, the age-old question: “Why, in the middle of a medieval hellhole town serving as an insane asylum for psychotic freaks so violent that none should still be standing, is there a crude-looking but otherwise REGULATION POMMEL HORSE?”<br />
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I first discovered Gymkata over a decade ago, on late-night TV, starting in the middle of the movie. This is the optimal viewing experience. Seen this way, the plot of the movie sloughs away, leaving the essential core: “A gymnastic, shorter version of MacGyver fights his way out of some kind of violent land of pure sadism. Surreal combat just won’t stop.” <br />
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Seen in its entirety, the movie drips with Hollywood clichés and cumbersome set-ups, not to mention the cheapest of twists. Our hero, Jonathan, must find his missing father, plus secure American military advantage in the sicko Islamoid (very ahead of its time in a Fox-News kind of portrayal of a backward nightmare Eurasian province) nation of Parmistan. Why the name reminiscent of an Italian cheese? You decide. For some fucking reason, this country makes all of its major political decisions based on “The Game,” a to-the-death footrace where a bunch of guys from different countries try to kill each other while a lot of low-skill ninjas also try to end their lives. If our man wins, America gets to put a Star Wars missile defense system there, or some shit. So, Gymkata kind of encapsulates the worldview of Ronald Reagan.<br />
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Parmistan is ruled by a nonsensical king who not only controls “The Game,” but also: <br />
--resembles an offspring of Mark Twain and Joseph Stalin<br />
--has a kung-fu badass daughter who looks Thai or Philippina, and is totally on our side<br />
--is beloved by his people<br />
--speaks perfect English and may not even be from his own country<br />
--employs a military strongman who rides horses shirtless, spins and throws those 3-pronged knives that the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Raphael uses, and lusts after the king’s daughter, AND commands the military (10 guys on horseback) in defiance of the king<br />
--seems to run a nation of about 500 people<br />
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This film excels mainly at nonsense and offhanded cruelty. Our hero keeps it pretty clean, but even he succumbs once or twice to casual killing when killing is the name of the game. Highlights include: training montage where Jonathan learns to trust no one, and to anticipate silent attacks, culminating in the ability to walk up stairs on his hands; love triangle betwixt Jonathan, the princess, and the king’s chief guard; asshole international strength champion named “Thorg” who ignores our hero’s compliments, kicks our hero when he falls, then is killed by hogs and peasants with pitchforks; fights where gymnastic flips make even a glancing blow DEVASTATING; goddamn low-rent ninjas.<br />
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Where Gymkata really shines, however, is in its City of the Damned sequence. It shamelessly exploits actors with Down Syndrome and deformities to portray a place of psychotic inhumanity, but it also has a few genuinely bizarre, somewhat disturbing scenes: <br />
--a priest in robes turns away, showing bare ass through backless garment<br />
--a guy with a mask on the back of his head enters eerie combat after pretending to be a dummy<br />
--a guy with a sickle chops off his own hand, apparently out of frustration for having missed his first swing at our hero<br />
--stray dogs lapping at puddles of blood<br />
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The horror is constantly tamped down, however, by the onslaught of inescapably lighthearted gymnastic leaping, and of course the appearance of that universal symbol of hope and modernity, the pommel horse. <br />
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Finally, reaching his limits of endurance, Jonathan is pulled from the frying pan of dementia by none other than his long-missing father! They embrace, then a fucking ninja shoots Dad in the back with an arrow. He dies right away, gasping to his son, “Win!” Jonathan is juiced to the finish by this emotional imperative. He whips the remaining requisite asses, and luckily the princess beats a lot of ninjas down some stairs. One assumes that they will get to ride horses together, and hopefully get the hell out of Parmistan.<br />
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Addendum: On viewing a recent episode of "Globe Trekker," which explored Armenia, I was struck by the many parallels to Gymkata. I'm not kidding. If you watch Gymkata and think, "Man, I'd like to experience such a fearsomely backward land," consider a trip to Armenia.</div>
Chad Woodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08852674870506731426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958457029235944176.post-53040519593130598422012-09-11T01:46:00.000-05:002012-09-11T12:30:36.024-05:00Buddha and Bachelor PadAtheists and Christians, Buddhists and Jain,<br />
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Gather y'all and hear a story of human triumph! Lo it was not written, but unfolded in its own space with the pressure of gravity, like a lotus.<br />
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In the land of spray tans and whores, where the champagne is on tap and the bunk-beds are stacked, a game that honors God's creation has emerged. It goes by the name of Bachelor Pad.<br />
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Holy shit, did you guys see what Nick did?<br />
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I'll try to be clear and direct for those unfamiliar with the show. 'Isn't that the show with all the whores,' you ask? Yes. Yes, it is.<br />
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Everyone gets drunk and has sex and fights and schemes for money and the whole time you're watching you're saying to yourself, 'Wow, what it wrong with me? Something must be wrong with me that I'm watching this show,' but you watch and you watch and you hope that you can find a way to justify it.<br />
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Well, I've found the righteous path.<br />
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For years, (has it been on like three years, yet?) I've been waiting for this stupid show to live up to some imagined potential. Finally, it paid off.<br />
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<a href="http://beta.abc.go.com/shows/bachelor-pad/bios/s3-contestant-nick-peterson">Nick, the quiet guy</a>, did the shitty thing and won all the money at the expense of his partner. His partner, Rachel Trueheart (I can't even make that name up), who never wanted to be his partner, was devastated because she missed out on the money and didn't have the courage to try to screw him over.<br />
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In Bachelor Pad, if you are the final "couple" you can vote one of three ways: 1. Vote to Share. If you and your partner vote to Share, you each win $125,000. 2. If one partner votes to Share and the other votes to Keep, the Keeper gets $250,000, and the Sharererer gets zip. 3. If you both vote to Keep, all the losers not slick enough to ascend the greased up Slip N Slide get the loot.<br />
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Nick said Keep. She said Share. He wins the whole burrito.<br />
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It was truly fantastic. I'll tell you why (because I feel your glare) -- he owned it. He stood up and clapped for himself while the audience and contestants held mouths agape.<br />
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Neither partner really liked each other, but the gracious deal, and the safe deal, was to share all the same. He knew it, everybody knew it, and he gave her assurances that he would share. Then, he pressed the Me button.<br />
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Nick seemed to understand the sad truth about this Bachelor Pad game from God: It is a horrible game to begin with! No one deserves to win! Even the biggest turd, Kalon, -- OMG, he called Emily's daughter baggage -- understood that. The premise of these one-winner reality shows like Survivor, Big Brother or Top Midget (this is my idea -- contact me for funding options), is I matter and you don't; It's a big game of King of the Hill. It's the same with sports. It's the same with capitalism. It's the same with everything, and the reason we're all going to hell.<br />
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'Isn't that the show with the whores?' Yes, yes, but...<br />
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Bachelor Pad is a constructed environment. It's a safe tent in the desert where none who enter are innocent. Don't you get it? Can you see what I see?<br />
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The glory of Buddha is found in the middle path! The glory of Christ lies on the cross! The atheist likes carrot cake. I lost where I was going, but if we are honest with ourselves, we know the 010101 pattern in life is a give-take thing. Self v. the Whole. Desire leads to dakka, compassion to peace, yadda, yadda -- most translate Dakka as suffering, but it is something more subtle.<br />
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Do I have to spell it out? What's best for the whole -- and the whore, by the way -- is to have some room to be selfish. Not a crap-ton, but a reasonable amount. In daily life, that may mean a beer after your gig at the donut shop. On Bachelor Pad, it means Keep. Thanks for being awesome, Nick.<br />
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BBrownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09599388407846284162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958457029235944176.post-24997645603685817432011-11-10T23:25:00.001-06:002011-11-10T23:27:07.094-06:00Conan The Barbarian (2011)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmYzFz0FH1llpu8Mq77Yf3RfCLIeUfGPMfZ0RCPUZt0Gfl9IpBCu3NF06RA_Qm_wL6HauInUsdByjHlezHNovNRs0Wee5MTcsukDv-uxOtIEj1ls2uf_ABxqpwVxbu7PpuzY-Ye_QK3j4/s1600/conan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmYzFz0FH1llpu8Mq77Yf3RfCLIeUfGPMfZ0RCPUZt0Gfl9IpBCu3NF06RA_Qm_wL6HauInUsdByjHlezHNovNRs0Wee5MTcsukDv-uxOtIEj1ls2uf_ABxqpwVxbu7PpuzY-Ye_QK3j4/s400/conan.jpg" width="313" /></a></div><br />
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On a quest to enjoy the new Conan, follow these simple commands.<br />
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1. Don't pay full price.<br />
2. Disable your inner Ebert.<br />
3. Embrace gore and glorious tits.<br />
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After hearing nothing good about this movie, and seeing its 19% approval rating on Rotten Tomatoes, I decided it would be a foolish waste of 90 minutes and three dollars. Well, that's what movies are for, right? When you're foolish.<br />
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If you can get through the first ten minutes, you're on the road to payoff. The main hurdles are Ron Perlman looking like Harry (and the Hendersons) of the Hill People, and a young Conan reminiscent of Ernie Reyes Jr, in martial precociousness if not in looks. It's actually not bad, mostly. Conan gets his lessons in patient pugilism and ice-capades. The bad guys are ridiculously, inhumanly bad and monstrous, which seems to justify their many spurting demises. Sometimes Ron Perlman seems much too wise for someone so visually smelly, but then, they do live in a wintry land that perhaps suppresses overwhelming body odor.<br />
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Other dumb things include:<br />
Two or three big moments of REACH TO THE HEAVENS AND CRY VENGEANCE, Rose McGowan's witchy, bulbous forehead, and that old-but-tough guy from <i>Avatar</i> and <i>Terra Nova</i>. I mean, is he the ONLY old-but-tough guy available? I guess he'll do.<br />
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On the plus side:<br />
A tribute to blacksmithing, a very pretty main girl, oddly helpful pirates, Conan volunteering for prison, winning the loyalty of a little guy, toe-curling torture revenge, cool backdrops, intimidating kung-fu gravel zombies.<br />
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Things to ponder:<br />
The bad guy has a gross mask. First it is made of metal, with a flimsy broken piece that makes you think, "even if he glues it back, it will break again during any rigorous activity." Then he gets the piece back, which makes the whole thing turn fleshy and grip his face. Kind of sick, like a facehugger in <i>Aliens</i>. <br />
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The big penultimate fight with the flailing Cthulu octopus is visual spaghetti. I lost my bearings, and so did the film editor. Chaos slathered in CGI tentacles.<br />
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Considering the source material, a showcasing of worship-worthy tits is more obligatory than gratuitous, so don't beat yourself up about it. Actually, I don't know the source material, aside from the Frank Frazetta covers, always dripping with heroic flesh.<br />
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Jason Momoa (this Conan), who also plays Khal Drogo in <i>A Game of Thrones</i>, apparently has certain requirements for his services, much like Van Halen's legendary color-sorted M&Ms.<br />
1- Executions by molten metal.<br />
2- Pale, virginal leading ladies. <br />
3- Glimpses of slave girls with the most spectacular racks in the realm. Breasts that break wills and wear down rewind buttons.<br />
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Despite their commonalities, these projects are not equal. If you consume only one fantasy epic this year, let it be <i>Game of Thrones</i>.<br />
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Overall, there's fun to be had here. Go in with low expectations and you might be pleased. Jason Momoa makes a more wily and rootin-tootin Conan than Arnold did, though both have their charms. The old version was more bleak, with greater attention to metaphysics. This one has more enjoyable scenery, jauntier travels in a richer world-scape, and of course, bloodier tits.</div>Chad Woodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08852674870506731426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958457029235944176.post-39802367668063312102011-04-16T20:22:00.000-05:002011-04-16T20:22:35.081-05:00The Fury of "Latin Dragon"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The CW served up another 2 hours of awesome crap last weekend. Gary Busey leads a no-star cast, but if you watch, you will recognize several people enough to go, “THAT guy!”<br />
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Super-tatted Latino gangbangers and their super-slut stereotype ho-bags rob and destroy a market owned by one “that guy,” the Asian laundry man from Seinfeld. Then they unsportingly kill this old guy from a building marked “KARATE SCHOOL.” For some reason they seem to know a bunch of kickboxing or something even though they obviously rely on guns. The top bastard kicks the karate teacher off a high staircase into a pool, which ends his life. I think he also shot him, but for some reason the kicking was emphasized more. All in all, they screwed the pooch, because Latin Dragon disapproves of killing his old sensei.<br />
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Unfortunately for Latin Dragon, Gary Busey is behind it all. Ruining lives is his business and business is booming. He even has a scale model of his his big dream development, which he lords over like a bastard son of Mike Brady and The Kingpin.<br />
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The leading man does pretty good martial arts but his face is almost comedically emotionless. He is like a stuntman who demanded a leading role and surprisingly got it, then found his niche in being stony-faced.<br />
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Opening Title: The word “LATIN” comes swelling out of a wall of stone masonry. Then the word “Dragon” comes blazing under it in a script of red fire! These heavyhanded fonts prime even whitey’s senses for action. No fuddy-dutty typography here, old son.<br />
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Latin Dragon and his muy caliente girlfriend go out to eat at a nice Mexican place. Right in the middle of a calm—even boring— discussion, this big Thor-like wrestler motherfucker strides in wearing very tight jeans. He pushes Latin Dragon beyond the limits of his cool by delivering some lines like “I hear you beaners like your tacos real hot!” Then he dumps hot sauce on their food and says something about illegal wetbacks taking American jobs. I think he says “beaners” TWICE. So they fight, which is the best part. But that’s not saying much. The Thor guy has to be beaten up two times in a row, because he’s full of meaty menace.<br />
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For some reason, the bad guys are into all the classic mistakes of the gloating villain: Lorenzo Lamas thinks he has corrupted Latin Dragon’s cop brother, so he commands him to shoot the chained-up Dragon. But the brother waffles, demands to “do it his way,” then unchains his brother and points his gun suspensefully. Then, Dios Mio, he has a flashback to playing guns with his brother in their childhood. So his brotherly love wins out, and he tries to shoot Lorenzo and Thor. But it’s a trick! His gun is empty and they shoot him. BUT, that gives Latin Dragon the moment he needs to unspool a lightning round of tight-jean kicks on his oppressors. Thus, they are finished, the crooked pricks!<br />
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Meanwhile, Gary Busey has been trying to force the hot chica to sign a bill of sale in the privacy of his car. For some reason, even though murder and such do not bother him, he will not attempt forgery--he needs that real signature from Latin Dragon’s lady. He gives her the pen. She gives him the pen back--jammed all the way through his hand--Ha! Sweet justice. Then I think she ran away.<br />
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Finally, Gary Busey’s last stand. He points a gun at our hero, but one more twist--it’s out of bullets! They are in a train station, so Latin Dragon does a flying jump of about 20 feet and kicks Busey out the door, onto the tracks at the instant a train roars by. Busey=obliterated. So they all go to church to pray for their neighborhood, but Latin Dragon goes to the pier to straddle his motorcycle in the tightness of his pants.<br />
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OVERALL<br />
Points scored for pretty good fights (not by Hong Kong standards, but better than, say, <i>Walker Texas Ranger</i>), Gary Busey, dumbness, and considerable hotness of leading lady. I give <i>Latin Dragon</i> 6.5 out of 10 spicy peppers.<br />
</div>Chad Woodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08852674870506731426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958457029235944176.post-5836313810100468662011-04-11T09:00:00.001-05:002011-04-15T21:26:14.250-05:00The Viking SagasI re-watched this movie and took notes for this review, then lost the notes. My wife said yesterday--"you mean we watched that movie a second time for nothing!?" So in the interest of imbuing life's suffering with meaning (and from memory), I give you: "Viking Sagas" starring Ralf Moeller.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/11/1017.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/11/s_1017.jpg' border='0' width='189' height='267' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDmu5V8a1nw&feature=youtube_gdata_player">Click here for trailer on You Tube.</a><br /><br />First thing I noticed during the credits was lots of Scandinavian sounding names--good sign, right? Guess not. The main problem with this movie is the lead actor-- he's a German body builder who makes Schwarzenegger look like a true thespian. His range goes from stony-faced (used most of the time) to stony-faced with buggy eyes (used for killing people and having sex). He's a lumbering hulk. The story goes that he's the son of a warrior chief who didn't want him to be a warrior, so never trained him to fight (so how he got to be twice as beefy as all the other warriors?) Any way, the bad guys kill the father--who buys Ralf some time by disemboweling himself and then wrapping his intestines around a giant standing stone. This is by far the best scene in the movie. So Ralf escapes and goes to find The Best Warrior Ever to train him up so he can avenge his Fadder. When he finds him, he's like a paunchy middle aged Oak Ridge Boy with a mullet and a leather headband, and Ralf gets to deliver this classic line: "My Fadder wrapped his guts around a stone so I could find you." Well, they chuck the old spear around a while until Ralf can catch it in mid-air and whip it around and throw it back, then he's ready to go save the princess, defeat the bad guys, etc.<br /><br />Other weird things about this movie: all the Vikings wear kilts (?), and the sound track is mainly didgeridoo. Oh, and they ride these tiny Icelandic ponies around, which is probably historically accurate, but looks silly as hell.<br /><br />The landscape, which is Iceland, is actually really pretty, and I'll admit to enjoying the surreal spectacle of this muscle-bound beefcake bouncing along the barren countryside on his pony, holding his feet out so they don't drag the ground, while the didgeridoo warbles--but even that wasn't enough to make this worth watching, twice.<br /><br />Do yourself a favor and watch "Arn the Knight Templar" twice instead.<br /><br /><br />Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12171324608657459828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958457029235944176.post-65072511679361874582011-03-28T21:10:00.001-05:002011-03-28T21:13:56.398-05:00Another Classic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
I saw <i>Red Riding Hood</i> this weekend, but even though it was weak, it isn't really worth writing about. We got free tickets and free popcorn from a friend. In the darkness of the theater, she also handed us chocolate balls from the depths of her purse. They turned out to be soaked in the grape essence of a leaking container of grape-scented moist towelettes, which are called "wipes" here in the 21st Century, but for some reason I'm still uncomfortable saying "wipes. <br />
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Anyway, I had two realizations about <i>Red Riding Hood</i>. First, that it takes place in the spikiest village in the spikiest sylvan locale in existence. Don't let your kids do any running in this village unless you want to collect them later shish-kabobbed. Second, I felt dumb that it took me more than an hour to realize I was watching, essentially, a <i>Twilight</i> movie—same sort of teen protagonists, same director, same lame. I haven't actually seen any <i>Twilight</i> movies, so how was I to know? <br />
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Therefore, I offer a remastered classic from 2010: <br />
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Just watched the last half of a good candidate for Worst Movie Ever: <i>The Next Karate Kid</i>, with a toothy young Hilary Swank doing a lot of crotchy walking and hambone squirrely acting. I mean, it's exactly the sort of movie one wants and expects out of the CW on a Sunday afternoon, so I can only express my gratitude for the following lessons:<br />
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As a rule, the greatest wisdom comes instantly, after no experience, no suffering, and only minimal contact with Pat Morita.<br />
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The more of an old Asian man you are, the more you radiate unearthly peace and power.<br />
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If you rub your hands together, you can heal any wound with the warmth generated.<br />
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As far as I could tell, the movie was written by a committee of 4th graders who were asked to raise their hands whenever they thought of a heartwarming cliche or a scary high-school threat.<br />
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Highlights include:<br />
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Swank gets in trouble for killing a roach in the monastery, thus pissing on all of life's sacredness. Later, she finds a praying mantis in a field and all is forgiven. As bonus wisdom, Pat Morita tells her that mantises touch one knee to the ground before striking, so she tries it and explodes with radical new power. She can now kick while jumping in slow motion... and with great wisdom.<br />
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Monks swing burlap sacks of grain to hit a teen girl unawares: on the third try, Morita tells her to focus, and she attains a sort of sixth sense for unseen attacks.<br />
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Pat Morita and the other "Karate Monks" drive to a bowling alley in a VW bus and end up beating the pants off a cocky bowling team whose captain wagers a dollar per point and makes fun of the monks. Using unorthodox bowling styles, the monks reap many strikes. The other guys, who are serious enough about bowling to have their own shirts, bowl terribly and end up having to pay like 300 dollars to the monks, who accept the money with great mock-honor. How did they do it? "Bowling zen."<br />
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Swank and her boyfriend go to a high-school dance after Pat Morita buys her a perfect-fitting dress even though there's no way he would know her size. He also tricks her into learning to dance by showing her karate moves that emulate a waltz. She is very pleased to find that she is now a natural at romantic dancing.<br />
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In the middle of the dance, paramilitary teens careen down from the ceiling on cables and smash the decorations, apparently just to show Swank's boyfriend that he mustn't have any fun and he'll never know peace until they grow tired of challenging him in public. They walk off with great lack of wisdom.<br />
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A mean paramilitary teen throws sand in Swanky's eyes during their fight. The tide turns against her, until Morita says FOCUS, and she regains her sixth sense by putting her hands together, thus sensing the impending kick. She swats her opponent away with great wisdom.<br />
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A near-slow-mo fight finale between Pat Morita and Michael Ironside that proves 1) good triumphs over evil no matter how old, 2) no one involved in the production knows any martial arts, 3) freak-out paramilitary teens who just torched your car and gang-beat your boyfriend will see the error of their ways when a small Asian man defeats their mentor in mild combat, and 4) the best way to end a fight is with humorous mercy--in this case, blowing lightly in the face of Michael Ironside instead of gouging his eyes out.<br />
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Unlike other Hilary Swank movies, we luckily never see her bush.</div>Chad Woodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08852674870506731426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958457029235944176.post-18440484389840610782011-03-26T10:59:00.002-05:002011-03-26T11:09:20.396-05:00Oprahgeddon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz8n1Hs1UH04QDvDv8pAx3bX1IaTDqh46SmGdrNy0X4UfO0D8NSstYCbOvz6vQjW3mtPc1RaG8bkwiykiXQLg2IsC0Eme7OPGFZ4u2Sa733780q-Ibn4H9G0VlYn2Ho3LmbDkXmqY9smI/s1600/lilo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz8n1Hs1UH04QDvDv8pAx3bX1IaTDqh46SmGdrNy0X4UfO0D8NSstYCbOvz6vQjW3mtPc1RaG8bkwiykiXQLg2IsC0Eme7OPGFZ4u2Sa733780q-Ibn4H9G0VlYn2Ho3LmbDkXmqY9smI/s1600/lilo.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Mark your calendars, Oprah fans -- the last-ever original "<b>Oprah Winfrey Show</b>" will air May 25. <br />
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Tickets are selling on the black market for upwards of $16k. Just kidding—no one will sell. Instead, holders of the precious golden tickets are being murdered in their sleep by ticket-hungry fiends. In response, Oprah has changed the topic of her finale to "A Tribute to All Those Who Died Trying to be Here." She will yell, "Let's hear it for the victiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiims!" followed by a barrage of false ebonics. Ms. Winfrey has promised to debut the phrase "me pleeps" before the show ends.<br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-size: small;">Footnote to "The Opraverse" </span><br />
I wrote about this a few months ago—should have known Bill Maher would beat me to it: <br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iKYDyqXwCo&feature=player_embedded">Bill Maher Downer Bomb</a> </div>Chad Woodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08852674870506731426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958457029235944176.post-32259736421618023252011-03-19T21:23:00.006-05:002011-03-20T00:11:06.590-05:00Oh Bachelor Where Art Thou?I'm going on the offensive.<br />
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Who are you to make fun of me just because I love The Bachelor? And The Bachelorette. And Big Brother, Flavor of Love and Celebrity Whore Dash (still in production). I'll admit, I'm often lost by what others like you count as drama. Watching CSI Boca Raton investigators stumble around in the dark just doesn't do it for me anymore. Seriously, there are no F-in' lights in the lab? It's a lab! Marge, and her seventeen facelifts, stuck in eternal midnight blue. Marge Helgenberger is 52 years old.<br />
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As long as we're all going to be lulled into lives of working misery, suckered into chasing pride or power and cashing in our dignity for minivans or pats on the back from the youth pastor for laughing at his off-putting knock-knock joke 10 seconds after he justified Almighty God's need to ask Abraham to kill his own son to a six-year-old, we should get something to keep us quiet. Something that can satisfy our need to stare at others.Yes, I'm talking about the real tears of mortals.<br />
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And nobody works harder to make real people cry than our reality television producers. So, how do you make people cry without making people feel guilty about wanting to watch people cry? Well, it's not as easy as you might think.<br />
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First, you have to start with pretty people. Fit and muscular twentysomethings are preferred, but old irascible veterans work, too.<br />
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Then you give them the opportunity to achieve wealth and fame. You know, the things crusty actresses like Helgenberger have killed people for. Then, just stick them all in a maze with only one piece of cheese. If you are really sophisticated, like producers of The Bachelor of The Biggest Loser, you allow the piece of cheese to be love or self-worth. Did you know that when contestants on The Biggest Loser get voted off the show for not dropping enough L-B-Ss they pan to a refrigerator full of sweets topped with said contestant's name to watch the light on the calorie box go dim? Shouldn't the bulb go bright since Mrs. Tummyontv is heading home to eat a cake in misery, you ask? Shhhh. This is drama.<br />
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Keep them away from their families. Check. Make them eat bugs. Check. Make them starve and vote each other out and then show them their baby's first steps on video. Action! Elitist like yourself turn to Hill Street Blues and talk about the great writing or the importance of supporting the true craft of acting. That's real drama. Fooey!<br />
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The Biggest Loser, better than perhaps any other show, takes reality television to its natural conclusion: suffering is spectacle. King of the Mountain is the only game in town. All pain is justified so long as one big shot gets glorified in the end. It's everything we know.<br />
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I like to watch The Bachelor with my wife after she has been slaving at her big-box retailer all day and tell her which blondes I'd pick. Sometimes we'll have lively debates, but for the most part, we agree with each other. We have the most fun when we imagine our own outcomes.<br />
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This Bachelor season, we were praying that Brad Womack would get to the end and pick two girls. You know, mix it up. <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/video/kimmels-bachelorette-drinking-game-11204357">The possibilities for entertainment</a> are endless. This year they didn't even announce who the next Bachelorette was going to be. I guess Michelle was too crazy. Ho hum. <br />
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I've talked myself quiet. Go back to your SVU, elitist snobs!<br />
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Knock-knock. Who's there? Eternal salvation....BBrownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09599388407846284162noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958457029235944176.post-88034795997227854242011-03-13T11:47:00.000-05:002011-03-13T11:47:12.591-05:00When Commercials Go Bad<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Local commercials have great lameness potential. Here and there we get a good one, like a recent one from our local ABC affiliate, KSPR, where kids amp up into grandiose slo-mo celebratory gestures when they find out school is cancelled. But more often, local commercials are a showcase for awkward theme songs, unfortunate local business owners and their spoiled kids.<br />
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One of the standouts in this category is one featuring a local lawer, Aaron Sachs. He does fine, but his son secretly steals the show. The blonde boy, who has the oddly piercing eyes of a Tazmanian Devil, is supposed to be doing homework for the camera. But if you watch closely, you see that he is doing his homework with manic, almost psychotic intent, like homeworking on methamphetamines. The father speaks calmly while his son spins just slightly out of control.<br />
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Even more subtle downfalls occur when the wording in local commercials gets weird. Upon entering a time of economic uncertainty, the market for gold and silver coins & jewelry has heated considerably. Here in Springfield, it must have reached a fever pitch, because the commercials for The Gold Exhange and R&K Coins are on a rampage. Of course they all promise "top dollar" in the buying and selling of your gold and silver. Any mention of "dental gold" tends to freak me out a little. Maybe it's just me, but it brings to mind people pulling their teeth out to get the riches within... maybe working a crown off with needlenose pliers. Of course there is the chance that they're appealing to those dentured senior citizens whose dental gold already resides away from the mandible. R&K Coins seems to confirm a pandering to old folks when they say, "We're not here to make a quick buck like some of those slick willies would have you believe." Aside from my suspicion that "a quick buck" is exactly what they would enjoy making, their use of the phrase "slick willies" seems like a heat-seeking missile aimed precisely at that retired segment of society that still revels in the impeachment of Bill Clinton. <br />
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The latest local oddball commercial is for a store called Clothes Mentor. It's a weird name to begin with, suggesting a slightly bossy and intrusive role for the store, but the commercial insists on repeating the phrase "gently used clothing." My wife complained that she didn't like the phrase "gently used," so of course I thought about it later while driving. I decided that it seems odd to me, too. Something in the alchemy of word connotations brings to my poisoned brain images of a patient under sedation who gets molested by a doctor or dentist. I'm sure that's not what Clothes Mentor intended, but they sure choose weird wording. <br />
</div>Chad Woodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08852674870506731426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958457029235944176.post-88560366185438465062011-03-12T10:10:00.000-06:002011-03-12T10:10:53.185-06:00Infant in the Age of Gluttony<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">OK, the blog title "Weekend Wasted" was not available, so I made up the above and away we go. Below are the inspirational posts that inspired the topic, and here comes the logistical info recently posted for group consideration: <br />
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(Disclaimer: Although <i>They Live</i> features elements of movie lameness, I think it is awesome. The image has been stolen to inspire you to similar awesomeness.)<br />
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I'd like to have a communal blog for harsh write-ups of bad movies and TV, such as my previous post. I will try to watch something terrible periodically, and invite you to do the same. This would probably be easier to do in a Facebook group, but I don't want Zuckerburg dragging us down.<br />
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WEEKEND WASTED is the best title I have so far. I think my <span style="font-style: italic;">Dungeons and Dragons</span> entry sets up a pretty good template, but we also need a ratings system. I don't think it works just to give a bad movie fewer traditional stars, because what we're craving here is that rare bad movie that is so bad it's also mutating into good; thus, a certain one-star movie might be ridiculously funny, whereas another one-star movie may just be unwatchable and boring. Here are ideas:<br />
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• 1-4 BLACK STARS: inverted stars that denote anti-quality<br />
• 1-10 on the ED WOOD scale<br />
• 1-3000 MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATERS<br />
• or make up your own, designed for the occasion. We'll understand. <br />
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It might also be funny to say where you "acquired" the movie—in the bargain bin at Mal-Wart, or on local late-night TV.<br />
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We can also nominate certain movies that need to be tackled, like a list for bounty hunters. I hereby nominate those "Left Behind" movies with Kirk Cameron.<br />
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</div>Chad Woodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08852674870506731426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958457029235944176.post-20030409951612644062011-03-12T09:50:00.000-06:002011-03-12T09:50:19.414-06:00Weekend Wasted—Episode 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHLm-YA63ezwOl-HsV-W8CBFSiUbLc92EcO-vlar2qfEtQ6jY-iQPdg0xfFRTbs-T5Lf00brLGMLX2-Wnq-17M8RJe62HY_S34rQikeHpwlSkTguORMjU42Guq8rYOxnwPSgKCj-LRrU7/s1600/images-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581553166743051554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHLm-YA63ezwOl-HsV-W8CBFSiUbLc92EcO-vlar2qfEtQ6jY-iQPdg0xfFRTbs-T5Lf00brLGMLX2-Wnq-17M8RJe62HY_S34rQikeHpwlSkTguORMjU42Guq8rYOxnwPSgKCj-LRrU7/s400/images-2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 253px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 199px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Dungeons and Dragons</span> (2000)<br />
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After my wife and a friend exclaimed about Jeremy Irons on a <span style="font-style: italic;">Law and Order</span> episode, I used it as an excuse to come to terms with <span style="font-style: italic;">Dungeons and Dragons</span>, a movie I never saw because it looked like crap.<br />
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A truly awful movie can be a joy to behold, at least in the comfort and privacy of home. In the case of <span style="font-style: italic;">Dungeons and Dragons</span>, joy may not be the primary feeling involved, but it does come bearing many gifts: feats of lousy acting, bizarre stupidity, feeble theft from greater films, and a dragon's hoard of floppy cliches. How much does this movie stink? Let us count the ways.<br />
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1. It has a Wayans brother. As soon as the tale begins you'll get to see him in action. This Lesser Wayans is the first, best sign that you've boarded the chump train. You might be like me and point him out with the same weary dread that Boromir used in <span style="font-style: italic;">Fellowship of the Ring</span> when he said in Moria, "They've got a cave troll…." “They have a Wayans.”<br />
2. It has a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beholder">Beholder</a>, but they don't do anything with it.<br />
3. The effects are weak-ass. The only inventive visual comes when a Persian rug turns into a pit of oatmealy quicksand, and even that isn't mind-blowing.<br />
4. Most of the actors can't even be bothered to adopt a faux British accent to boost their medieval mojo. There are some very non-human races who speak modern casual. For instance, a blue guy with a third eye in his forehead who sounds like he works at Fast &amp; Friendly.<br />
5. The main badass villain, the Darth Vader to Jeremy Irons's Emperor, has nonsensical blue lips.<br />
6. Just when you think you might be treated to one scintilla of originality, that doesn't happen.<br />
7. Some of the weakest fight scenes ever filmed. As if no one ever planned, trained, practiced, or cared. Most of the fights count on the scene being very crowded with people, so they just scramble around and bump into each other, but with swords in their hands.<br />
8. Rip-off Town: Take the Princess and the Emperor from Star Wars, take Gimli, Elrond, Sam &amp; Frodo, and the giant tree from LotR, take a brain-worm vaguely like Chekov’s ear-grubs from Wrath of Khan, run your hero through a maze challenge kind of like Indiana Jones, then mash them all together into a charmless gruel.<br />
9. Apparently, the good guys dissolve into fairy dust at the end and follow the dead Wayans brother to heaven! Jesus Christ.<br />
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Talking Points:<br />
• When <span style="font-style: italic;">Ghost World</span> came out, Thora Birch and Scarlett Johansson seemed equal. When did Thora Birch officially lose the fame race with Scarlett Johansson? Either at birth or when this movie came out, depending on your level of cynicism.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">• Lord of the Rings</span> was in production when this movie came out. Did they just rush it out to cash in on sword-and-sorcery fever?<br />
• Why would anyone make shit like this?<br />
• There is a theme of class warfare built into the script, where Mages are the ruling class and likened to the rich and powerful. Everyone else is poor, powerless, and rag-tag. This socio-economic theme is resolved by a computer-generated ruckus of fire-breathing red dragons.<br />
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Cast of Characters:<br />
• Two thief buddies—Some Fucking Wayans and Bland Young Stud. They are the embodiment of the worst in buddy movies, plus a bit of Abbott and Costello. SFW is supposed to be hilarious because he's both cowardly and flirty, while BYS is supposed to be full of admirable gumption and loyalty. It is a relief when SFW dies, and a constant worry that he’ll be resurrected by magic.<br />
• Empress Thora Birch—She dresses and functions just like Princess Amidala in <span style="font-style: italic;">Star Wars,</span> except when she rides a dragon, in which case she wears a secondhand <span style="font-style: italic;">Penthouse</span> magazine Joan of Arc get-up.<br />
• Foodbeard the Dwarf—he’s like a homeless Gimli, but with a lot less class. He gets so much food in his beard throughout the movie that it often resembles a beard of vomit. Between this and his overly expressive face, he is the second best presence in the movie, because he is unapologetically moronic.<br />
• S&amp;M Spock Elf—She’s a mysterious battle-bitch with above average skills. She looks like a Vulcan, but wears a sky-blue Madonna-tits breastplate, pastel plate-mail, and leather work gloves from <a href="http://www.racebros.com/">Race Brothers Farm Supply</a>. When Bland Young Stud is stabbed in the collar, he swoons like Morgul-blade Frodo and she takes him to be healed by her Elf-lord father, faux-Elrond. He chides the humans: “You USE magic… WE are PART of it.” All eyes moisten with wonder.<br />
• Cut-rate Anne Hathaway—sort of a magical grad student. Semi-hot; moistly harmless.<br />
• Blue-lipped Prick—Bad guy who is so bad he’s really bad. He stabs, beats, and lies under the command of Jeremy Irons, who controls him with a mean-looking brain parasite. Potentially one of the more interesting items in the film, but it fizzles predictably.<br />
• Jeremy Irons— When things get serious, he takes off his white clothes and puts on his black clothes. Everyone knows he can act, but he does his best to prove otherwise. Maybe he’s trying to beat his co-stars to the Shit Trophy. The director must have told Jeremy Irons to act to the point of seizure, because that’s what he does.<br />
• There’s this talking skeleton tied to the wall of the dragon’s treasure chamber. He is the best actor in the film, and I commend him.<br />
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Plot:<br />
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The two buddies have to steal things in lively fashion, because they are thieves. Right up the street there must be ripe pickings at the Magic School, so they break in to steal. The smarty-pants grad-student girl nabs them with a magic binding spell. They argue about their values and begin building a little sexual tension. Then they all run around. Meanwhile, Jeremy Irons throws caution to the wind and fucks with red dragons, bending them to his will whilst twisting his teeth into various grimaces. Then they all run around. The good guys have to do some feats of skill to win a map from the Lord of Thieves. They win, but he screws them over because he’s the biggest thief, and laughs at the concept of “honor among thieves.” Blue-lipped Prick shows up and they all run around. Soothingly, the Prick kills the Wayans brother. The remaining good guys follow the map and get to the dragon’s lair, where they steal a gem, put it in a secret slot, and get magical results. Thora Birch rides a dragon in her Penthouse Joan of Arc suit, winning the hour. A pissed-off red dragon bites the bejeezus out of Jeremy Irons in the Superbowl of dragon fights, which plays like a video game. Then they have a modest funeral for the Wayans brother, and—I fucking shit you not—they all turn to fairy twinkles and rise into the air!<br />
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Did my friend Chris DeLozier write this in junior high when he was our dungeon master?</div>Chad Woodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08852674870506731426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958457029235944176.post-69582998021109440492011-03-12T09:47:00.002-06:002011-03-12T09:47:49.475-06:00TV Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2Jym-yzjozt5AOV2kOmd1KmCDoesfvoKfejw3wr-7-qTI_xDRT39GXosQdv5e3HYlH1s_SW8nitZXqWI4MGwXNMdEHmJhxhBreDtC5UfrVc0PfxkbgJDEXV9-rdlHc9fNzfvEYyPnD5X/s1600/judge-judy1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484718550266315506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2Jym-yzjozt5AOV2kOmd1KmCDoesfvoKfejw3wr-7-qTI_xDRT39GXosQdv5e3HYlH1s_SW8nitZXqWI4MGwXNMdEHmJhxhBreDtC5UfrVc0PfxkbgJDEXV9-rdlHc9fNzfvEYyPnD5X/s400/judge-judy1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br />
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1. The Judge Judy Feedback Loop<br />
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As the chicken is to the egg, so is Judge Judy to that dominant mindset of our elders: that here in Hell’s handbasket, young folks are verminous and should be treated with the sourest suspicion. I rarely see Judge Judy, but today it happened, and her cold-blooded impatience shook me with the ball-cupping horror of coming awake in a sleeping bag full of snakes. Well, not quite, but as she chewed some defenseless human’s dignity off, I wondered if she causes old people (who love watching her, I’m told) to think most (younger) people are foolish scum, or if that basic retiree’s outlook is what drives Judge Judy to arrange her Theater of Justice to skin them alive. Today she all but said that she just bases her decisions on fuck-all, when she said, “You’re lucky today, ma’am—any other day, this decision could have gone the other way,” begging the question, BASED ON WHAT? Zodiac signs? Menopausal biorhythms? I know when you’re a professional bitch paid to prey on an endless parade of humps, there are no bonuses for politeness, but they do stamp the word JUSTICE on the show here and there.<br />
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All that’s beside the point, which is ratings. You don’t become a household name through careful onscreen deliberation. Much better to snap, fume and excoriate, to embody that frustrated demon that gestates in the bellies of so many elderly Americans: The World Will Never Be Good Again, Because Young People Are Lazy Nogoodniks and Liars, Not To Mention Mostly Not White. Ironically, Judge Judy is mostly not white, yet she has been channelling her fickle Dr. Laura WonderBread prejudices for so long that she gets a free pass. That’s not to say she’s racist. She just seems to hate all human weakness to the point of sadism. Today she berated a young woman for moving a 4-year-old child from one state to another, changing jobs, and for having a relationship that went bad. Well, sorry Judy, not all of us make millions on our own TV show. Some people lose their jobs, relocate, start over, and get so desperate that they appear on JUDGE JUDY to be reamed in exchange for paid legal fees.<br />
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The other day, my mom quoted a friend of hers as saying, “The world will never be the same again,” in the usual context that suggests everything used to be so much better… I think what most old people are lamenting, if they were being totally honest, is the world where they were young, and foolish enough to think they were in control of it.<br />
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There’s plenty of blame to go around. I’m laying some of it on Judge Judy/old people/Judge Judy....<br />
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2. COPS: Proof that Abuse of “Innocent” Citizens is Always Justified<br />
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Like JUDGE JUDY, COPS does a good job of painting the world in shit-tinted pigments. I always groan inwardly when my wife flips on COPS because, even though it can be entertaining and even educational, it’s corrupt at heart. First, nearly everyone is treated as if guilty until proven innocent. Then, as if by magic, 99% of all suspects end up being guilty, usually of drug/alcohol use/possession. Of course all the footage of innocent people gets edited out because it’s not exciting TV, leaving a clear portrait of Cesspool, USA: mostly poor, defeated users and abusers for us to laugh at. Laugh you should, because if you take it seriously, be prepared for a total disregard of human rights, an endless parade of cop-on-perp physical abuse and overreaction.<br />
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Of course, if you just finished watching JUDGE JUDY, you’ll be relieved to see beefy Boys in Blue punish the crap out of strung-out Mexicans and white trashoids, EVERY ONE OF WHICH is carrying either a crack pipe or a gun in his pants or his car. At first, you might mistakenly think, Hey, why are they pulling that guy over? (Oh, they say he rolled through a stop sign—OK, that wasn’t filmed, but whatever). Then you might indignantly say, Why are those THREE BIG COPS ramming that skinny loser’s face into the sidewalk? He’s obviously no threat to them! But watch carefully—all will be revealed. Yes, all suspicious-looking people are guilty after all. There’s nothing that can’t be tagged as illegal, and if the police do something REALLY cruel, they’ll edit that out for you. In the end, you’ll forget even your own Constitutional rights.<br />
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If you missed it, tonight's episode featured a Mexican guy caught peeing outside ("suspicious activity"). For some reason, not only did an officer show up for this negligible offense, he chased him down (actually the fat cop fell far short of catching him, but some quick civilian grabbed him), mashed him on a lawn and humped him a few times as if simulating prison sex, cuffed him, let two other officers pile on, jerked the guy up, clonked him around and into the squad car, bound his legs, put some kind of padded helmet on him, and found him to be intoxicated. Thank god they got that urinating menace off the streets!</div>Chad Woodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08852674870506731426noreply@blogger.com0