Posts Tagged ‘movies’

Tell Me More!

Sunday, November 9th, 2008

My Dinner with Andre is my favourite movie to mock. The Simpsons‘, too. I refuse to see it, because blind prejudice is simply more fun than justified displeasure. Finally, I convinced myself that watching a clip on YouTube wouldn’t turn me into an elitist snob more of an elitist snob, the level reserved for The New Yorker editors. I bailed out after about three minutes.

Wait. Who’s the bald chump letting Andre verbally have his way with him? Oh god, it’s Wallace Shawn, the (literally and figuratively) low-level fiend from The Princess Bride.

Can one actor truly span that great a chasm between lameness and awesomeness?

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Mikhael Gorbachov

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

The only thing worse than metal music is Iron Curtain metal. It would take zombie killing and boobies to make me listen to that crap. Actually, a music video with both exists, and is aesthetically amazing to boot. The author’s stated mission of reproducing propoganda posters succeeds gloriously. Glorious…like the revolution.

(Yes, I’m aware my post’s title is not in line with Western spelling. That’s how the band spells it, that’s how I spell it. Suck borscht.)

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spamguy Classix #5: Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie

Monday, December 17th, 2007

This one’s from December 9th, 2006.

Here I am talking about John Hughes again. Somewhere between obscurity and popularity lies an awkward class of catch phrase, one in which people who we’d expect not to use it do, and those who should, don’t. Example: somewhere deep in the dialogue of The Breakfast Club lies this conversation:

BENDER: Dork…
BRIAN: Yeah?
BENDER: You are a parent’s wet dream, okay?
BRIAN: Well that’s a problem!
BENDER: Look, I can see you getting all bunged up for them making you wear these kinda clothes. But face it, you’re a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie!

Somehow the phrase Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie, expanding upon boring ol’ dweeb with strange bedfellow prefices, caught hold on the public. Or at least, on a couple people. It has an Urban Dictionary definition. It’s been used in WWF threats (!). 728 other pages exist using the term, excluding the previous two, and soon to be this blog post. ((2007 note: Now 1,790 pages, with the original Blog-City post ranking #4.)) That’s about it. But it’s enough to convince me that if pro wrestlers quote a John Hughes film, we have a catch phrase on our hands.

Now WTF is a clamhead?

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Deux Filles, Une Tasse

Friday, November 30th, 2007

The latest fashion on teh internets is not something you wear…well, it’s not something you wear. You just get to watch, and possibly film yourself watching. It’s the brilliant art film ‘Two Girls 1 Cup,’ cited by Boing Boing as a flick with ‘the heady metaphysical influence of Fassbinder and Herzog […] which treats its characters in a scope of almost Wagnerian breadth.’

Hersh was kind enough to remind me that I have to stay in touch with the life force of Internet fads, and insisted—emphasis on insisted—I treat my first watching as something special, as if it were the loss of virginity or the one year anniversary of 9/11. In this case, ‘something special’ means pointing an iSight in my face and catching how I react [.mov, 1.8MB] as I work my way to the film’s end.

This is the part of the blog post where I tell you not to google ’2 girls 1 cup’, not to click ‘Play’, not to watch.

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