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Kickin' it in Charlottesville, working for The Man.
I can’t. I just can’t. Thank God this show didn’t get picked up.
Shut up, everyone. Thank you.
That’s the general gist of this NPR blog entry about critics assuming the audience for Scott Pilgrim must be the least worthy people in the world.
Public Libraries Are Beating Netflix, Redbox and Blockbuster in DVD Rentals
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The libraries’ 2.1 million a day eeks past Netflix, which ships 2 million movies/day, and is clearly ahead of Redbox which manages 1.4 million and sad ol’ Blockbuster who’s at 1.2 million.
Not only is it free, but our library’s selection of kid’s movies was much better than the Blockbusters in our area (before they closed) and they’re still better than Redbox’s selection (which is usually out of kid’s movies). Streaming Netflix from the Wii is currently the winner in our house for movie watching though.
Support your local libraries!
Actress Gloria Swanson (1899-1983) sings to co-star Laurence Olivier (1907-1989), in Cyril Gardner’s film, “Perfect Understanding,” 1933.
“At the very beginning of the film, Miss Swanson warbles this ditty to an uncomfortable Laurence Olivier. The film was produced by Swanson in London, and was filmed at Ealing Studios. It also featured her then husband Michael Farmer in an example of out and out nepotism - he certainly wasn’t engaged for his talent! By all accounts this was not a happy experience for Olivier, but at least it gives us Swanson fans the joy of seeing and hearing her sing in this fairly early talking picture, proving that she was far from the character of Norma Desmond that she so magnificently created in “Sunset Boulevard,” nearly twenty years later…”
(Description courtesy of YouTube)
It seems impossible that I haven’t seen this movie. Harumph.
I just love nerds so much, I can’t handle it. (via BWE)
Inception in-depth
I’m loving this (warning: it starts with about ten minutes on Salt) - a spoiler-filled, in-depth discussion of Inception from the AV Club folks. I might have enjoyed it more because it jibes with my take on the movie, but I still think it’s a good talk from people who are talking about the movie as it exists, rather than some rambling discussion about surreal film space. And for those of you who KNOW what happened at the end of the film- stay for the end of their discussion. And then you and I won’t have to have the conversation ourselves.
YAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!
Seriously, I love Community so much, it could be considered a personality disorder.
Inspired by Jess to think about boys, this was my crush of the weekend- 1965 Robert Redford. (It’s TCM’s fault for showing Inside Daisy Clover)
Guy walking out of Inception yesterday. I thought our crowd seemed mostly on board with it, but apparently he was not.
I loved it. I won’t bore you, but I could talk for hours and would try to justify every single thing that happened onscreen to anyone dumb enough to listen.
But then again, I loved The Prestige, and probably like both it and Inception better than either of the Batman movies. So what do I know.
Natalie Morales loves Buster Keaton. I love Buster Keaton. Therefore, I love Natalie Morales.
Wait, that didn’t actually work. It’s still true, though- and of course, I love Natalie for more than just her Buster Keaton love. She’s Dub Dub! Excited to see more of her on Parks and Rec.
(via nataliemorales, historiful)
What happens when I QC a print of A Single Man
- Me, tearily, after first reel: God, that was gorgeous.
- Co-worker: Yeah, seemed fine.
- Me: Oh wait- was the print okay? Because I was talking about Colin Firth.
- Co-worker: ... yes, as I said, the print seemed fine.
- Me: Phew.
Hi Tumblr!
I come for the Lee, I stay for the terrible movie trailers (thanks Dan!). I get confused by tags and anything else new. It’s been a while, okay?
I would write more, but all I do now at work is catalog TV shows and all I do at home is watch them. And some movies. It’s a thrill a minute. Yesterday I stayed home and half-watched Gregory Peck in the terrible The Great Sinner, totally watched the oddity-because-it’s-not-very-odd Shutter Island, and mostly watched starring-Penelope-Cruz’s-boobs Volver (which I am deriding for no reason- what I saw was awesome and I’ll wrap it up tonight).
Well, I actually watch TV and movies at work, too, and today I’m about to wrap up Stephen Fry pleasantness Kingdom. The government provides us with excellent internet capabilities- your tax dollars at work, folks.
Ooo, Joseph Gordon-Levitt is on Letterman tonight. I won’t watch because I go to bed by 10, so someone tell me how adorable he is.
Just one more: I can’t recommend enough the This American Life segment mentioned below.
“Looks good. By the way it has Julian Koenig’s fingerprints all over it.”
Don delivers this backhanded compliment to the painfully hip young pitchmen (the kid with the greaser hair and the Austrian twink) in Season 2. Koenig was a ‘legendary’ ad man of the sixties. He came up with the ‘Lemon’ campaign for Volkswagen — the ad which Don and co. enviously snark on— and the indelible/catchy Timex’s slogan (‘Takes a licking keeps on ticking’). Koenig has been in a year 40 year pissing match with his former creative partner George Lois, the creative mind behind Esquire’s most iconic covers (Incidentally, Esquire is still dry humping Louis’ ideas.)
Above is another Keonig ad . And this is a clip of a This American Life segment did on the Koenig and Lois rivalry. It’s called ‘Mad Man’ and it is dope.
In the way casinos still encourage their cocktail waitresses to flirt and seduce in order to glue the clientele to carpet, the airlines were once in the same racket:
“In 1979 I flew to Sweden in SAS, and I still can remember the blondes in the pretty uniforms, their eyes, and their smiles. Which means I noticed (maybe too much, given my passion for the Sweden, Norway, and Denmark—although I blame Lego for that one). Those affable, efficient women hosted the Golden Age of aeronautics, being professional, attentive, sympathetic, and yes, absolutely sexy.”Here is a solid photo-gallery of all their gloriously kicky outfits.
And for some scathingly brilliant commentary on the ad above click here.
We will always be fans of the “What did you bring me, Daddy?” slogan. Ah, the airlines. Soaring air-buses fueled by our Freudian complexes.
What a fun new tumblr!
