Despite my deep geek side wanting to, I resisted the temptation to go see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull at the “12:01” screening. I decided that I had waited 19 years for a new Indy, I could wait ’til Thursday morning. So when I was talking to a friend about it at 12:15, his response was “I heard it sucks.” An odd thing to hear about a movie that had been out for about fourteen minutes and really had probably not even started yet when you consider the trailers. I pointed this fact out to him. “Oh but the reviews are bad,” he said. The reality again is that the reviews, while not stellar, have not been bad. The movie has floated between 77-80% freshness on RottenTomatoes, and that percentage has been increasing, not declining, as it opens nationwide.
Browsing: Critics Den
I went to a movie the other night. It had been a while since I had been to one because of all the good stuff life brings (job, bills, the overall daily rigamarol). As it was now a rare occasion to go to the movies, I wanted something that truly exemplified a summer movie experience…and no, I’m not talking about Iron Man (while a great movie in its own right, I’m gonna say its slightly overated…so nyah ;). I’m talking IMAX time, folks. And I’m talking Speed Racer!
The main feature of Armageddon in Retrospect is a series of twelve previously unpublished pieces on the subjects of war and peace. In A Man Without a Country, Vonnegut talked about the many unsuccessful attempts he made to write about his experiences in World War II before completing Slaughterhouse-Five. It would be fair to assume that several of the writings included in Armageddon in Retrospect are the result of these attempts; whether or not the pieces are unsuccessful is a subject of greater debate.
Rye Silverman reviews What Happens in Vegas without actually seeing the movie, because “So help me God, no power on this earth could make me do it!”
Iron Man is a character that I never in my history of comic book fandom cared about. When talk first started circulating about an Iron Man movie, my thought was “I guess they’re hitting them all eventually,” considering that we’ve already been subjected to Ghost Rider and Daredevil/Elektra. Especially now that Marvel has founded their very own studio so that they can produce movies themselves instead of selling the rights and points on the back end to others, it seems fairly certain that their catalog of heroes isn’t going to be closing itself off to the multiplex any time soon.
But after seeing Iron Man, I’m sort of ok with that.
Weird out your coffee table (and possibly your guests) with this collection of strange, sad, funny, or just plain messed-up deaths. Chapters include “Oops”, “It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time”, “Deaths Foretold”, and “So Sexy It Hurts”. Each chapter is opened with a mortifying moment from the life of the author (who, fortunately, lived to see the publication).
Remember Counting Crows? Lead singer was a white dude with dreadlocks? Had that song, “Mr. Jones.” It was all over MTV, back when MTV played videos? You kinda liked them because the lyrics were obscure, but not Pearl Jam obscure. The lyrics were depressing, but not Nirvana depressing. They were, like… Grunge Lite. You probably owned their first album, “August and Everything After.” You might have picked up one of the next three albums, “Recovering the Satellites,” “This Desert Life,” or “Hard Candy.” But considering they were releasing albums at the blistering rate of one every three years, you probably lost interest at some point. After all, there are plenty of bands out there with obscurely-written and depressing lyrics that you didn’t have to wait almost an entire election cycle to hear their next release.
I love the White Stripes. This is a declaration that seems sort of silly in 2008. Why take the time to write about your love of a band that has been around since 1999, and has held a firm foothold in the mainstream realm of “cool” music since 2001’s “White Blood Cells”?
The term “rock” entails something that’s hard. Hard is something that these guys aren’t. I wouldn’t throw them to the other side of the spectrum either, though, as a soft rock act (which always seemed like such a ridiculous label to me). If we needed to apply some form of geological mass to The Northstar Session, I think we’d have to go with clay.
Likened to Wilco and the Black Crowes, The Northstar Session pull from classic rock influences as well as some more recent acts.
“Be warned. This book has no literary merit whatsoever. It is a lurid piece of nonsense… I doubt you’ll believe a word of it.”
With an intro like that, how could one resist continuing onward into the eerie realm of Jonathan Barnes’ The Somnambulist?