I Got My TV Eye On You….

RIP Ron Asheton

RIP Ron Asheton

I love The Stooges.

Always have, always will.

RIP, Mr. Asheton. Thanks for the tuneage.

Written on the pages is the answer to a never ending story…

I remember the first time I saw the film and I imagined….the concept.

The film was released in 1984, so I was a whopping 8 years old, full of curly brown hair and Rogers & Hammerstein tunes.  With a bit of Culture Club and Michael Jackson’s Thriller, for good measure of course. After all, what goes better with terribly effeminate British pop-stars and Carousel than Vincent Price discussing the undead, am I right or am I right?

But the idea of it- a never ending story. A book with endless pages.  A nonstop, interminable narrative, filling my eyes, mind, heart, imagination and, well…everything with words and images. Needless to say, I was in love.

the-neverending-story-min-book1

And the film……..well, to this day, it holds up. I will defend that to the nth degree. But actually, this post is not really about the film. This post is not entirely about the fact that I still, to this day, have NO idea what the hell Bastian’s mom’s name was and what he shouts out, and this post is not about how much I adore Falkor, or how much I wanted a racing snail, or even how the Rock Biter makes me cry. Every. Single. Time.

*love*

*love*

No, instead I’m going to tell you about how I thought about how I wished that The Neverending Story really existed today, when I finished one of the best books I have ever read. I wanted the book to continue. I wished it would just make like the Energizer Bunny and keep going and going and going…BUT NO.

IT ENDED.

And I was……sad.

Because I’ve never read anything like it, and it lead me up, up and away and I was running and I was breathless and oh my god look at the view and wow holy cow check it out, ma, top of the world and and and…..then it was all done. But that is the sad beauty of these things. There is no such thing as The Neverending Story, nor should there be. It would ruin our appreciation of the unique & exquisite taste of each morsel of culture-visual, aural, sensual or otherwise.

Every season turn turn turn and all that mishegoss.

But somehow, with literature, it just seems all that more poignant. Perhaps because I find so few fiction books these days that make everything that is “me” stand up and say WOW! Now that’s what I call good readin’!!   So finishing this book ends another cycle, until the next one comes along.

Keep your eyes out for an actual review of said book….Will be coming along shortly…

Shatner v. Spader, pt.1

Boston Legal Brilliance

Boston Legal Brilliance

Denny: Tried it on, kept it on, doesn’t mean I forgive you.

Alan: Got it…Denny, you look pretty in pink.

Denny: Not having sex with you.

Alan: Just the same…

Top 5 Films of 2008…

All right cats & kittens, here we are- end of the year- and I know that AT LEAST one of you would like to know what my top 5 films of 2008 (that I have SEEN) are.

Well, y’know what?
Not only am I going to tell you, but I’m going to SHOW you.

I will post a trailer for each one of my favorite films of this year, with a brief description of why I adore it and think it rocked my socks more than the, well, um, embarrassingly large amount of other films I have seen within the year. Although, that said, truth be told…the large amount of films wasn’t always recent films so I guess that doesn’t really count. BUT THESE DO!!

And these films are EXCELLENT. Seriously. Really really really good. This is the first year I have gone to see new films multiple times in the theater in a VERY long time (many many years…perhaps since Lost Highway or American Beauty) and it is with great passion and cinematic drive that I urge you to partake in these pieces of celluloid. It’s been a shitty shitty year for me in my personal life, but good GOD it’s been a great year for me with movies!

So here’s the way it’s gonna work. I’m gonna post my top 5, but they will NOT, I repeat NOT be in any kind of qualitative order. In other words, there’s just simply no way that I could like one of these over another over another. They are all so different and so amazing in their own ways, and I cannot put one above the other. So, think of ’em on the same scale of Cinema Love, and enjoy.

Lemme know whatcha think, k?

Celluloid kisses and Reel-y big hugs,

Ariel

I don’t play favorites very often, if at all, but if pressed…this was my very favorite film of 2008. The first 45 seconds left me thrilled, stunned, and shocked. This is not your average film. More than anything, this is absolutely nothing at ALL like Waking Life. Don’t even *think* about comparing the two. This film is brutal, gorgeous, and relentless. I think I probably cried through 70% of the film, half because of the sheer magnificence of the art and splendor of the cinematic story before me and half because of content. The animation and the process (of which Folman has several articles/interviews available) are beyond compare.
I can truly truly truly say that I have never seen anything like it.
This film is out now. You will be doing yourself a complete disservice if you do not SEE THIS FILM. The soundtrack, the visuals, the EVERYTHING…perfection. Waltz With Bashir. AMAZING.

If nothing else gets you, the performances ALONE are enough to warrant the ridiculous amount of money theaters are charging for admission these days. However, it’s not just that. This film virtually *drips* with quality. To me, it was like watching the most sensationally intense boxing match I had ever seen in my life. So much so, that at times, it even seemed to be photographed in slightly that manner. Alongside the obviously interesting historical issues and the simply fascinating discussion on the media (including media figures), this film also focuses on the viewer’s own emotional positionality, toying with it a bit, based on the magnificent performances and incredible story in tandem. I dug that part A LOT. Well played, Mr. Howard, one of the best you’ve done!

OK, so aside from my fascination with (read: massive crush on) Robert Downey Jr.for the last 20 years, my absolute adoration for Jeff Bridges and my newfound interest in Terrance Howard (after Hustle & Flow), this movie rocked me. It is a solid and striking film, and I say that not just because I’m a comic book geek, not just because it was fun and exciting, and not just because it was well-written and structured (although it was all of those things and more). What is truly arresting about Iron Man is Favreau’s choice to lay bare the multitude of issues surrounding war as a business and an economic industry, and what that really means, in such an updated, contemporary fashion. Anyone who says that comic book movies are just fluff pieces with no transitive value, needs to experience Iron Man in all its glory. Seriously.

Yeah, I’ve been raving about this left, right & center. FINE. See, I love wrestling. I do. I wouldn’t have written a 35-pg paper about wrestling (that I eventually presented at a international conference) if I didn’t love it. But that’s not the only reason I love this movie. I love this film because it’s accurate as HELL and grips your heart in a choke-hold, refusing to let go. The balls-out emotional intensity is matched only by the wrestling itself, which, I might add, was great. But you DON’T HAVE TO LOVE WRESTLING TO LOVE THE MOVIE. My only criticism was Evan Rachel Wood. She was not good. At all. But the rest of the film was graphic, brutal, and painful in all the right ways. I cried. A lot. Great performances, great characters, and WOW, um, Marisa Tomei? HOT!
On a more personal level, I *finally* feel like a film has been made that will help dispel the myth that wrestling is easy and “fake,” and without any real consequence, something I appreciated beyond measure.

At first, I was just ecstatic about the choice to replace Mrs. Scientologist herself, Katie Holmes, from the first film with…well, anyone. Little did I know it was only going to skyrocket in OMFG HOW AMAZING CAN THIS BE-ness from there. Suffice to say that 2008 was a damn fine year to be a comic book geek who also happens to spend many of her waking hours ‘neath the silvery screen. It’s incredibly difficult to enunciate (at least in a professional or eloquent sense) my feelings about Chris Nolan’s work on The Batman, other than…IT RULES. I kinda turn into a 14-year-old boy. My academic side would like to tell you, however, that this is probably one of the most (if not THE most) faithful comic-to-film adaptations that has been done thus far, both thematically and content-wise. Not only that, but the performances were startlingly good, and the skillful direction and the only-when-needed use of digital effects was gratefully noted and appreciated.