Project Yen

Everyone's got to have a hobby

V, a freedom fighter terrorist, is just waiting around for something to blow up.

Little princess chick is not at all impressed with Alien.

Here's a parade of Stormtroopers that strikes fear in no one's heart.

Robocop, you're so 80s. Everyone's moved on.

Even superheroes get tired.

This is the light show I watched, a.k.a. the Crüxshadows concert.

Labels: DragonCon, Movies, Music

« September 08, 2007 3:28 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »

Geek-off

In anticipation for Dragon*Con 2007, here's an ode to geeks of all types:

Walking Sports Database Scorns Walking Sci-Fi Database
(The Onion, October 2001)

So, what I get out of this old, non-newsworthy, fake piece of journalism is that knowing too much about any one subject is geeky and people will shun me and they will be right to do so. Okay....I think I'm in the clear. I know stuff about lots of different things, but I don't know too much about any one of them. I must be immensely cool.

I admit, though, this picture of a gathering of Star Wars costumers is kind of both geeky and cool and I don't even really like SW. But who's the dude in the middle with the fanny pack? That's not supposed to be George Lucas, is it? Haha. That's awesome. This guy probably just resembles Lucas, but when he's surrounded by Stormtroopers, Siths and Vaders, he's suddenly in costume. I'd go to Dragon*Con in costume if it was that easy.

Labels: Atlanta, DragonCon, Movies, News

« August 28, 2007 6:02 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »

Treasure of Ima Wienner

We had a private screening of The Simpsons Movie today. It was the late morning showing and there was absolutely no one else in the theater. Where was everyone? In church? HA.

The movie wasn't as irritating as I thought it was going to be since Homer is my least favorite character and he was in it the most. But Maggie ruled, saving the family twice. Bart and whisky are a winning combination.

There's not too much to say about the plot. It really felt like an episode stretched out 60 minutes longer than normal. Some of the animation, like the flaming torch mob scenes, was noticeably better. Overall, waiting for the DVD release wouldn't be a bad idea. For you, I mean. I don't think I need to see it again. Not even for Bart's naked skateboard ride through town.

Labels: Movies

« August 05, 2007 3:53 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »

Cure for ADD

That would be Ingrid Bergman. She may not work for you, but then maybe you should get your head checked soon. I have no patience for anything but her. And small, small children.

Normally, I can't handle going to the movie theatres, mostly because of the whole social interaction thing with others, but I'm going to see about five this month. It must mean that I really want to see these movies, but even sitting through them, I'm checking my watch all the time. That's because there's no Ingrid.

I just watched Goodbye Again with Anthony Perkins chasing her character Paula all over Paris. Never have I identified with a fictional character like I did with his Phillip.

Well, okay, there's Julianne Moore in The Hours and the whole riding a bus to Canada that strikes the right note with me, but I actually don't WANT to be her. I want to be Phillip with his "work when I feel like it" attitude because he's filthy rich and his perseverance in winning over Paula. Oh, and his car. I want that, too.

Labels: Movies

« July 13, 2007 1:22 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »

Ratatouille

If a rat cooked you something, would you eat it? What if he was a cute rat? What if you were really, really hungry? Or didn't want to be impolite?

I love Pixar movies. I love France. I love to cook. I love cartoony rats, thanks to my unnatural obsession with Flushed Away. Aren't you glad I haven't shared more about that?

So I put all my hands together and of course I loved Ratatouille. Remy is as cute as a cartoon rat could be. Paris is beautifully created. I thought the plot was going to delve into some An American Tail territory at the beginning, but there were no need for tears. Nevertheless Linda Ronstadt, I know you're somewhere out there. James Ingram is asking you to wish upon the same bright star.

NO. Not that one. One over. Yessss...

Labels: Movies

« July 02, 2007 8:29 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »

Paris, je t'aime

I'm fortunate to live within walking distance to not just a movie theatre, but one that shows artsy stuff, including foreign films. Paris, je t'aime, which just started playing there this past weekend, is comprised of 18 vignettes set all over the city with 18 different storylines. I thought it would be disjointing, but it held together well, except for the one about Elijah Wood becoming a vampire. If I ever hear that gross sucking sound of a movie vampire drinking blood again, it'll be too soon.

The glue is obviously the city of Paris, a place I've only seen from a plane. When I was returning from Nice a few months ago, I was able to see the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe as the plane was landing. I got all excited and turned to tell Cylinda. But, of course, she was asleep. Ten seconds after she puts on her seatbelt (car or plane), she turns into a furby.

HOW were these ever popular?

What's the point of all this? Cylinda's a furby? I don't know. Are you still there? If so, go see Paris, je t'aime if it's showing near you. It's mostly in French, but there are a few English vignettes. You might recognize about half of the actors in it.

The high points for me were Fanny Ardant (because she's Fanny Ardant, one of the best things in this world) and the last piece with the American tourist visiting Paris. I greatly identified with her wanting to practice her French, but getting responses in English and thinking about delivering mail in Paris since she's a postal carrier at home. There was an overall sense of sadness to her story, but it wasn't for her or her situation or...

Nevermind. I've really lost all ability to form a coherent thought.

Labels: France, Movies

« June 20, 2007 6:55 AM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »

No way!

Have I been living under a rock? Maybe...you don't know. I sure didn't know that the Turtles are coming out with movie in March. That - and the leftover Cuban sandwich I just ate - totally makes my day. Totally.

Awwwwww hell yeahhhh.
Now, if only the Transformers would make a...

NO WAY! Are all the awesome 80s coming back?
Okay, how about....

The Monchichis? No? Or...not yet?
They are arguably just as awesome.

Labels: Movies

« January 30, 2007 5:44 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »

Upcoming releases

Ah, January, the month of hope and good intentions and thinking we have enough money to do everything and go everywhere we want until the damn car breaks down in February and we have to ride public transportation with other...people.

But since it's still January, I'm still sooper-dooper excited about life. Besides planned trips to France, Quebec, and Vegas, there are the little things that make my life bearable:

March: Aqua Teen Hunger Force Movie Film for Theaters - Master Shake is my hero. I know that's sorta sad, but I wish I could say everything that he does. I don't want to do everything he does because he has no arms. And a straw sticking out of his head.

I was not put on this earth to listen to meat!

April: Retour à la source - Isabelle is making a country album. That's so awesome, I can't even put it in words. Don't worry, I won't try. But even awesomer is that I'll get to see her again in May.

May: D'elles - Celine's new french album consists of songs written by female Quebecoise and French authors. That's a fresh idea, I think. What's not quite as fresh (as me!) is her show which is ending in December after a five year run. I'll see her one or two more times and cry with her. Hoo hoo. But the tears will dry up soon since she's going on a world tour next year. Yes, she's taking her drama and hysterics (and butchness) on the road! Don't say I didn't warn you.

July: Harry Potter, Deathly Hallows book and The Order of the Phoenix movie - This is a good month to be JK Rowling. Holy moley, how much money will this woman make by taking in a single breath any day in July? Even more than today, that's what, and that scares me a little. But good for her! Obscene amounts of money is a great goal and/or motivator.

Isn't that the force behind The Simpsons Movie? I'm looking forward to it unless it's all about Homer. Make Bart the star because the boy's a natural STAR. Actually, he's my hero (sorry, Master Shake) because he's a petty thug and that's all I've ever wanted to be in life. It's not too late, I know, I know...

Labels: Celine, Isabelle, Movies

« January 19, 2007 10:58 AM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »

Here's a present...

Emmanuelle Béart & Fanny Ardant together in the same movie.
That's a gift that just keeps on giving.

Labels: Movies

« December 24, 2006 11:09 AM | Post a Comment | 1 comments »

Hardcore

The key to a successful Black Friday experience: Don't go to sleep. Sleep is for the weak. A movie is a good way to pass the time before the stores open, especially if Parker Posey is in it. Hell yeah. At midnight, we hit the outlets. It was all red rear car lights stretching six miles away, but we got there eventually and had our personal space invaded many, many times. It was worth it for over 40% off sales. After that, we got to Fry's at 4 am, got good loot and avoided elbows because we didn't join this crowd:

I am not this crazy. No, wait, I am.

Labels: Atlanta, Movies

« November 24, 2006 6:45 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »

Dragon*Con

After three years of Dragon*Con fun, I've learned that:

The Cruxshadows are my new Susan Werner.
Goth is more than just a color. But can someone tell me where I'm going wrong?
Hardcore Firefly/Serenity fans need William Shatner to give them a talking to. Loons.
Pro-wrestling is sci-fi in the ring (good vs evil, costumes and bad acting).
Marina Sirtis and Denise Crosby can make a living coaching celebrities on how to interact with fans. They're the best.
I don't know all my Star Treks, I don't like to dress up, I hate large crowds, but I love Dragon*Con.

There are never too many Storm Troopers.

Jabba may be overwhelmed. Wouldn't you?

Grant, Kari and Tory from Mythbusters. They're paid to blow things up on TV. Awesome.

No planet, just an escalator.

So Leo got the girl! I always liked Leo.
No, my favorite is Mikey. Yes, I have a favorite Turtle. Shut up.

Labels: Atlanta, Movies, Music, TV

« September 06, 2006 5:33 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »

Amazon humor

These DVDs were on the front page of Amazon for me:

How inappropriate!

I swear I didn't put these two side by side in a graphics program. I mean, I could have easily and you wouldn't know and with my propensity for lying, maybe I did. But I didn't! Amazon wanted me to buy them at the same time tonight, but I didn't give in.

Well, I almost did, but just to give someone somewhere in an Amazon packing facility a moment to ponder: Was Margaret Cho really in the SLA? I thought she was Korean, not Symbionese...

Labels: Movies

« July 03, 2006 10:21 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »

The Beatles

I watched A Hard Days Night for the first time at Screen on the Green and whether it was the strangely hypnotic sound system that kept modulating the volume high to low or the fumes of the cheap white wine around me, I found myself thinking, maybe some of these English Beatles aren't so bad looking...

The (English) Beatles

I'm not a fan of their music and I don't quite get their importance in music history so I'm not sure what I'm trying to justify in this sentence. Oh ya, their looks. So I looked at Paul McCartney first because he's the first I recognized. He's a round little thing. John Lennon was bigger but I noticed he has fine features, like a...woman (!). Come on, isn't he kind of pretty? I never considered George Harrison since I remember him from the Travelling Wilburys video and he was old(er) and it makes me feel weird. Um, anyways...Ringo Starr was cute in a little boy sort of way.

But then came the teenage girls. So many. First there was the screaming and running. Then came crying and lots of hugging. No one fainted in the film but I'm sure they did in real life. If nothing else, screaming like that would suck all the life out of me. I know. I tried. Just once. It was at a squirrel. Or a Backstreet Boy. Or Boys. I forget.

I hate squirrels. Besides socks, they are my mortal enemy! No, no, the bane of my existence! Up north, they're all roly-poly and jiggly-wiggly in the fall and winter and they lumber away from me when I chase them because they steal my ice cream cones. Damn squirrels. So cute but they make me want to scream....like a Beatle.

Holy smokes....