Today’s Best Bloggin…
- Phoenix “Lisztomania” is covered by NYC elementary school kids. Prefix
- Wayne Coyne is making another movie. Billboard
- Blondie has a new disco-punk-new wave line of Converse. Spin
- D’Angelo pays for sex, but only $40. AOL
- NPR is streaming the new White Stripes live album. NPR
- Raaaaaaaandy disses Justin Bieber. 2DopeBoyz
- Keith Richards still gets hiiiiiiiigh! Rolling StoneDaily
Moody Mondays is my weekly feature were I ask a personality to pick a mood, and then choose 5 songs that put them in that mood.
This week I spoke with Kyle Patrick Alvarez, writer and director for the acclaimed film, Easier With Practice. This weekend Kyle took home the coveted Acura Someone To Watch Award from the Independent Spirit Awards in Los Angeles. He’s kind of a big deal! Sincerest congratulations Kyle!
Mood: Inspired
“Anvil! The Story of Anvil”, was awarded the “Best Documentary” category at this year’s Independent Spirit Awards, which was held last night (Friday, March 5) at LA Live’s panoramic event deck in downtown Los Angeles. ANVIL also performed twice during the ceremony, which aired live and uncut on IFC. Below is a review of the film by Chris Gore. It’s good to see the Canadians having such a bang on year…first the olympics and now this! Rock on dear readers……rock on!
Rush is an epic band for the ages. Rush is also Canada’s pride and their best-known musical act. Rush has had hit albums for decades. Rush can fill stadiums on tour. Rush has universal appeal having been referenced in recent films such as Adventures of Power, Fanboys and I Love You, Man. Unfortunately, Anvil is not Rush.
Anvil is also from Canada and has been around for decades, but they are not widely known outside their small fan-base and they certainly can’t fill stadiums. Heck, they can barely fill a living room. Despite the fact that you’ve probably never heard of the metal sensation from the Great White North, Anvil is well-respected by members of other metal bands. In fact, when Lars Ulrich of Metallica is asked about bands that have been together the longest there are only two that come to mind, The Rolling Stones and Anvil.
This Friday the 26th sees the release of the new Kevin Smith film, Cop Out, and yet another in a never-ending stream of zombie flicks, The Crazies. This week we’ll be squaring the two off against each other, just based solely on the trailer, stills, cast, and every other detail we cared enough to dig up on the films. Read the full story
Critics have called it shocking, horrific, repulsive, and pretentious; Roger Ebert claimed that Von Trier “has reached me and shaken me,”; others deemed it “the most shocking film in the history of the Cannes Film Festival.” So is Antichrist really deserving of all the controversy heaped upon it? (Is any film, really?) While it may be a bit overhyped, the last 45 minutes or so of the film easily rival the visceral gore of most contemporary torture-porn horror films. You know how certain movies get the ‘unrated’ aka NC-17 card, and you leave shaking your head, cursing the retarded logic of the MPAA? I’m surprised this one even made it to a theater: Genital mutilation, hardcore sex shots, leg impalement, Willem Dafoe’s ass, and a rather prescient fox who screeches: “CHAOS REIGNS!”
The Red Carpet. Ahhhhh, you cruel bane of my photographic existence. For to stand shoulder, atop sweaty shoulder, of every crazy out there with a moblog and a black box stamped “made in Japan” is an experience I can only relate to being called an asshole by one’s Grandmother. But not this time bucko, I’ve actually convinced some poor PR person into thinking my black box shoots video and that I know what the hell to do with this fake microphone. I’m at the world premiere of Mike Judge’s newest slacker-piece EXTRACT and I’ve got some questions.
Yesterday’s open casting call for Sex & The City 2 was an incredible sight. Despite the sweltering heat & lack of shade, thousands of well-garbed budding thespians thronged to the Metropolitan Pavilion for their chance to be immortalized on the silver screen, alongside the likes of Carrie Bradshaw, Charlotte York, Miranda Hobbs & Samantha Jones.
It is 1972. And we can tell this not just from the vibrant colors, the giant polyester collars and the macramé owl décor, but because the narrator Barbi tells us we’re in suburbia in 1972. We meet the striking brunette Barbi while she lounges fully nude in a bubbly tub reading a pornographic magazine. On the surface, she seems like a simple housewife living the dream life… a beautiful home, a handsome husband and liquored up neighbors to help pass the time when hubby Rick is away. But Barbi’s perfect world slowly falls apart when she loses her job and Rick scoffs at her disapproval of his long business trips. With her best friend Sheila, the two set off on an adventure. The two hit the town like innocents thrown to the wolves when they meet a nice lady that suggests they have sex with men… for money. Barbi finds the idea of being a whore romantic and she changes her name to Viva. Fully liberated and now in control of her own life, Barbi/Viva seeks to find herself in a new world of sexual freedom.
“No one inspired me, I inspired myself.” This is the proud proclamation of one Tommy Wiseau, the writer, director and star, really the entire brains behind The Room. Maybe you’ve heard about this cult film and the crazy things people do when they see it. Maybe you’ve heard someone quote the movie casually saying, “Oh. Hi, Mark.” Or perhaps you remember the billboard of The Room featuring only Tommy’s pensive and pained expression looking down upon the traffic on Highland Avenue just south of Hollywood. It was in Los Angeles, that this phenomenon was born when midnight screenings of the movie erupted in chaos… much of it planned.
As of 9:45 PM there were only a few of them in line, but they’d already been waiting since 1:30 pm. They were queing up and camping out for Comic Con’s biggest event… the Twilight: New Moon panel that would feature bloodthirsty thespian Rob Pattinson.
Oddly, fandom for sexy teen vampire movies attracts girls who enjoy being out all night… in the dark. By morning, the line circled the entire San Diego Convention Center, but only those die-hards willing to spend long hours will get in… and those first in line will get the best seats right up front.