Ugh. It’s officially the last week of summer. I’m bumming.
This is awesome if you have downloaded Google Chrome.
I’m liking this video
Looking for custom batman and/or robin shoes? Look no further.
In celebration of season 2 of Eastbound and Down less than a month away….
This is an article that is the definition of up my alley. Sports and bad sports movie roles. Epicness.
Solid collegehumor Eminem parody.
Wondering what the odds of your favorite (or least favorite) baseball team making the playoffs are?
The first airline safety video I’ve paid attention to in years.
If you’re kicking yourself for not being prepared, here is a link to the days of the year dedicated to celebrating food. It would be easier if it were laid out in a calendar month form, but this way you can scroll through to your favorite foods.
This link is for Jeremy. Given his love of Catcher in the Rye and his favorite reading throne, this is right up his alley.
I’ve always said 1978 was a great year. I was born, Pete Rose of the Cincinnati Reds got his 3,000th major league hit, and “books were still popularly read on paper, not on digital devices. Trees were felled to get the word out.” Want to check out what happened the year you were born?
So this is about a year old, but I just saw it for the first time…and while it’s a bit cheesier than things I usually post, it is pretty amazing. Dogs are sweet.
In honor of the Hoff’s roast on comedy central last night, here is his music video for “Jump in my Car.” It’s quite high on the unintentional comedy scale.
Here are some badass prints of bad ass dudes…example to our right.
Lord knows how it took me to find this site, all things ‘coming soon…’ including movies, dvd’s etc etc etc.
I apologize a bit because this topic is kind of similar to our Remakes post a few months back, at least in terms of the underlying theme of lack of originality in Hollywood (ironic because I’m showing a slight lack of the same thing in my post). But the fact remains this topic hit me karma is going to hit Lebron James last night when I was watching “The Lords of Discipline,” an early 80s flick based on the tremendous Pat Conroy novel with the same name. The book climbed into my top 10 this summer, and the movie rendition made me want to vomit. Though it starred a relative who’s who of 80’s stars who never really panned out (Judge Reinhold, Michael Biehn, David Keith), it was barely even a cliff notes version of the book. After the movie I did what any normal individual does, and studied the crap out of it on IMDB. What did I come upon? The movie version of Ayn Rand’s renowned “Atlas Shrugged” is finally in production.
At one time rumored to be starring the likes of Brad Pitt and Charlize Theron, it is now starring absolutely no one and being directed by a dude who’s main credits include 12 episodes of effing One Tree Hill. Suffice it to say, I almost threw up on top of the throw up the movie I had just watched caused. I know Congress is busy and all (oh wait, no they aren’t, they are in recess for a fu$king month, cause that makes sense), but since they have always been hellbent on getting involved in shit that shouldn’t involve them – steroids in baseball, concussions in football – why can’t they delegate a committee to put down productions such as a C- version of one of the greatest books ever written?
I don’t think we should just put the kibosh on making books into movies, but at the very least, a screenplay must be ok’ed by a committee of people who think it will do the book justice. After all, some movies based on books are tremendous (Mystic River, Watchmen, the Police Academy Series). But most suck. We hear the same bullshit excuse all the time, “there just isn’t enough time in a movie to fully develop everything.” Oh, ok…in that case…don’t make it!
All this anger probably can be traced back to October of 2004, because like everything in my life, it relates to the Red Sox. What should have been unequivocally the happies moment of my life remains to this day slightly soured because the Farrelly brothers used the first Red Sox World Series celebration in 86 years to film the end of an abysmal version of Nick Hornby’s “Fever Pitch.” Thanks alot assholes, you two clowns should’ve hung em up after “Outside Providence.”
Wow. Jeremy’s passion in regards to this topic is evident in the amount of spelling mistakes and grammar violations in his post. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a fan of the run on when you’re in the moment, but he’s never made this many violations in one post before.
Books made into movies. Yawn. I don’t think I know one person who would argue that a movie version of a story has been better than the book. Have there been decent remakes? Sure. But decent is where it ends, and the number in that category is small. More often, the movie is pretty terrible if you loved or respected the book and gives my mother ammunition for her anti-technology rants at the dinner table.
I don’t really understand the urge that must come over some film maker to make a book into a movie. From the first moment of conception, you’re sacrificing something about the book. If you enjoy something, why would you want to compromise it? To work as a movie, the story needs to be truncated, since most books wouldn’t fit into the 2 hour time frame, and then forced to work visually on screen.
It bothers me that an author will slave for months and sometimes years over a book and then, to make it into a movie, scenes and characters will be cut. And what bothers me even more is when a romantic interest is added because apparently America’s audience can’t sit through a movie unless there is some heavy petting going on, or at least some heavy pining or lusting.
And as far as the visual element goes, most times I’m more psyched with what my head envisioned than with what is mass force fed the audience in the theater. I’m risking sounding like my mother here, but the imagination does wonders with the written word and there is something lost by succumbing to someone else’s vision of Terabithia or Hogwarts or a dashing leading man.
And when I see that Atlas Shrugged (the book responsible for turning me into an unbearable elitist asshole for the last of my teen years) is going to be translated for a theater audience and will now be accessible to people not willing to work through the 1000 pages of the book, I wonder how the producers and directors don’t see the irony. Although, perhaps some people would disagree with me and argue that making the “Republican Bible” more available is a good thing.
There are great movies that have been made from books: The Graduate, The Godfather. There are also some important historical movies that have been made based on books: Gone with the Wind. But for the most part, I think movies do better when they are not based on a book. Or at the very least, not based on a beloved book. There are times when a picture is not worth a thousand words. And it’s clear both movies and books have their significance without needing to borrow from one another.
It’s Thursday and Jeremy is finally going to get around to posting soon, but in the meantime, here’s a picture of the woman’s thong who was playing pool next to us last night. Michael was pretty psyched about it, as you can see.
My Humps … in sign language.