Despite my best efforts to stay on top of all the pertinent developments in pop culture, I have a tendency to fall behind on certain things that everyone else seems so damned interested in. This is mostly the result of needing to have a bit of distance from, say, a super popular TV show in order to be sufficiently clinical about it (I made a point to not watch The Sopranos until the series had wrapped, but yeah, it’s awesome). It also has something to do with the fact that I’m not really interested in celebrities, so most of the time I spend on blogs is channeled towards tracking the production Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleansand not checking Gawker for cell phone video of that Cat Power woman doing karaoke at some bar in New Hampshire or reading Twitters (Tweets?) about who Chris Brown is slapping around. And sometimes I plain miss the boat. I never saw Vampire’s Kissuntil just last night, and I make a pretty fine point of being a Nicolas Cage fan.
I was talking to my friend Heloise last Tuesday – boy, is she a talker – and we got on the subject of good, wholesome movies to get the grandkids for Christmas. I said I heard that there was a “DVD” of E.T. put out a few years ago, and figured it would probably be on clearance by now, and also I remember hearing it was a good Christian film.
But then, Helmut, you know what happened? Heloise said that Jimmy Swaggart thought it was made by you-know-who – horned fellow, evil, lives in H-E-double-hockey-sticks? What’s more, she said she heard that Ernest Hemingway was one of the inspirations for E.T.’s face, and I never much cared for his books – so indelicate! Well, I guess I’ve gone on long enough – is this a good movie for my grandkids Aiden, Persephone and Brobert, angels all of them? Or will it turn them into little Clintons?
(New Brunswick, NJ) A perfectly good social gathering was spoiled Friday night when Rutger’s University sophomore Steven Conolly disrupted a party at a high school friend’s Bayard St. apartment. Conolly and several others were gathered at friend Andrew Temple’s bachelor apartment, allegedly streaming an episode of The Duel II on MTV.com, when Conolly let slip the sort of comment that he must have heard in class or something.
Conolly, who after minimal coercion from his peers, smoked a fairly insubstantial amount of marijuana from a ceramic dragon bong, reportedly proceeded to suggest that the next step in reality television programming could only be a reality TV show about a reality TV show. The comment allegedly alienated Conolly from the room full of friends and acquaintances. (more…)
Hey Mike,
I’m just writing to let you know I’m really sorry I forgot your birthday. The weeks just whizzed by, and before I knew it, I had completely forgotten to wish you my birthday blessings. I’ve been really forgetful lately and I guess I’ve been bad at being friends. I know you take this stuff really personally and tend to ruminate over small things like this, so I just wanted to let you know that I didn’t make an intentional decision, it was a total accident: I just forgot. I feel really really bad about it and I’ve been thinking about it all day. So, sorry, and happy belated birthday,
Why are congratulations in order? Easy. Because you’re one of the few who is looking to protect his financial security. Because in these tough economic times you’re not too proud to accept a l’il boost. Because you have realized that money neither grows nor accumulates 7% fixed interest on trees. Because you have realized that not only dreaming a dream but being a dream is the only way to secure yours and your family’s security. Because you’re bold enough to radically diversify your investment portfolio. (more…)
Hey Mike,
I’m just writing to let you know I’m really sorry I forgot your birthday. The weeks just whizzed by, and before I knew it, I had completely forgotten to wish you my birthday blessings. I’ve been really forgetful lately and I guess I’ve been bad at being friends. I know you take this stuff really personally and tend to ruminate over small things like this, so I just wanted to let you know that I didn’t make an intentional decision, it was a total accident: I just forgot. I feel really really bad about it and I’ve been thinking about it all day. So, sorry, and happy belated birthday,
A new, Tyson-centric trailer for Todd Phillips’ (Road Trip, Old School) upcoming comedy The Hangover just dropped all over the internet, courtesy of Myspace. Starring Bradley Cooper, Zach Galifianakis, Ed Helms and, apparently, Mike Tyson, The Hangover is scheduled for a North American release June 5th.
In the better part of the last decade, Paul Scheer has gone from being a live improv comedian with the New York-based troupes UCB Theater and Chicago City Limits to a successful film and television actor. One third of the brains and face behind the hit MTV sketch comedy show Human Giant, Scheer quickly became a household name in the comedy world, and was named one of the nation’s top comics by Variety magazine and Alternative Press. (more…)
Nicolas Cage (American actor/carbon-based life form)
By: John Semley
A tender, vulnerable, Moonstruck-era Nic Cage. Handsome for a man.
I think it was probably somewhere around the time I heard that he’d be strapping on the flaming chains to play skeletal vigilante Johnny Blaze in Ghost Rider that I really got into Nicolas Cage. Of course, as a younger man I’d always liked his films. Coming in just as Cage was making his uncomfortable action hero turn in the late 90s, I remember watching The Rock, Con Air and Face/Off with a zeal that had hitherto been reserved for Jurassic Park, Robocop and Terminator 2 (great films all, but crucially lacking the Cage factor). It was enough to get me to tune into Honeymoon in Vegas when it used to air, pretty much constantly, on TBS.
Despite my best efforts to stay on top of all the pertinent developments in pop culture, I have a tendency to fall behind on certain things that everyone else seems so damned interested in. This is mostly the result of needing to have a bit of distance from, say, a super popular TV show in order to be sufficiently clinical about it (I made a point to not watch The Sopranos until the series had wrapped, but yeah, it’s awesome). It also has something to do with the fact that I’m not really interested in celebrities, so most of the time I spend on blogs is channeled towards tracking the production Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans and not checking Gawker for cell phone video of that Cat Power woman doing karaoke at some bar in New Hampshire or reading Twitters (Tweets?) about who Chris Brown is slapping around. And sometimes I plain miss the boat. I never saw Vampire’s Kiss until just last night, and I make a pretty fine point of being a Nicolas Cage fan.
Dear German Stereotype:
SPEAKER: Elmer Whatshisname IV
