Internet cartoonist, Dan Meth, created this chart of movie trilogy relative goodness.
In my opinion, his ratings are stunningly accurate. Yes, X-Men III and Terminator III were utter crap. However, I liked Batman Forever (the third installment) better than he did, especially given that it was followed up by the single worst movie of all time, Batman and Robin:
Also, Superman III tends to be undervalued by critics because of its light-heartedness. Not only does it feature comedy Demi-God Richard Pryor, but included this scene that scared the everloving crap out of me as a kid:
Apparently I was a little bit behind the curve in catching up to Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Not only is the movie the funniest thing I’ve seen in recent memory, (possibly because it reminds me of certain unnamed events in my personal history) but it features this British caricature who, as it turns out, is a freakishly talented improv comic. Observe:
Here’s some footage from last night’s Letterman interview with an “I’m extremely over this,” Joaquin Phoenix. Only a super-genius like Andy Kaufman could have crafted this kind of unintentional comedy. Without him, we simply have to wait for fed-up starlets to stumble onto a talk show while on Quaaludes.
Hopefully we’ll see more of this in the future, as it was infinitely more entertaining than the usual dog and pony nonsense you get from Late Night.
Ifilm is reporting today that Johnny Depp will portray the immortal Hunter Thompson as a young, insanity-prone journalist making his way as a writer in 1950s San Juan.
A very, very exciting prospect. Fans of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas will recall Depp’s uncanny ability to inhabit the world of Raoul Duke. Even though this bears some of the stink of the Hollywood Prequel Bandwagon, I can’t criticize anyone willing to share more tales of Dr. Gonzo.
Here we go again. Alex Rodriguez admits to substance abuse back in 2003, and the Cadre of Crusading Baby Boomer Moralist Sportswriters are again denouncing the current crop of MLB players (and the records they hold) as “tainted.” They are crying to the Baseball Heavens,
“Oh Mercy, Lawd! Take us back! Take us back to a time when baseball was played by the honorable and when records made sense! A time of purity! A time of nobility! We can’t stand the awful sight of these players who have no respect for basic rules and decency! Deliver us, Lawd!”
Scientists have recently discovered evidence of an immortal species of jellyfish. Apparently these little suckers revert to an adolescent phase after mating, and can do so ad infinitum. And you laughed at me when I said I was going to live to be 400!
Take heart, friends. It is now only a matter of time before we unlock the cellular secrets inside these Holy Hydrozoans and sell their special genetic heritage in an easily digestible liquid capsule that also serves as birth control while providing instant male enhancement.
By my watch, only another 65 years or so before we are all forever-living, constantly aroused quasi-squids, living in stasis tanks with wi-fi ready electrodes hooked up to each and every tentacle.
Kudos to HG Wells for figuring this out a century ago (minus the Cialis angle).
I first saw this piece as part of a Mike Judge sponsored traveling animation show in Los Angeles. It was created by The Mill, a production company that usually wastes its vast talent and resources on television commercial effects. Fortunately for the artistic world, even TV commercial producers have spare time on their hands…
Strange yet addicting website Art of the Title features particularly eye-catching opening credit sequences. This one is from a 60s spy movie called Danger: Diabolik and it makes me want to relieve myself into my monitor.
One of my favorite sports writers, Bill Simmons, noticed last week that Kobe Bryant had added the Testicle Dance to his celebration repertoire after hitting a late (seemingly game clinching) 4th quarter shot against the Spurs. Here’s the video:
