Acculturated shares my careful optimism: Fans of the franchise are certainly skeptical about these new movies after being forced to suffer through Lucas’s bitter meanderings through the universe he inspired. But should they be? While Lucas will remain as a creative consultant, Disney has already shown the ability to produce action packed crowd pleasers for… Read More There is Good in George Lucas…I Can Feel it…
The mind staggers. Kathleen Kennedy, current Co-Chairman of Lucasfilm, will become President of Lucasfilm, reporting to Walt Disney Studios Chairman Alan Horn. Additionally she will serve as the brand manager for Star Wars, working directly with Disney’s global lines of business to build, further integrate, and maximize the value of this global franchise. Ms. Kennedy… Read More Star Wars Fans Now Able to Stop Hating George Lucas and Get Back to Hating Disney
This might could change the Superman Universe. No, I’m not kidding. A few months ago, in a post devoted to the lameness of Gaying Out Green Lantern, I said this about Superman: Superman is God in a fancy outfit. Superman can fly, shoot heat from his eyes, blow cold from his mouth, survive a nuclear… Read More Superman to Become a Blogger, and Thereby More Interesting.
Ace has a nice good long post (which are always the best posts at Ace) on the staggering inanity of deciding that this: is sexual assault. His response, appropriately, is to troll the trollers: Many movements or eras — most, probably — enter a decadent phase at some point. I don’t know of a textbook definition… Read More How Many Rapes Can Dance on the Head of a Pin?: Feminism in Its Decadent Phase
And he shoots first!
This may get rant-y. I hate Cable TV. Hate it. I hate skimming through the hundreds of channels looking for the Weather Channel when it storms. I hate Comedy Central’s two-hour blocks of It’s Always Sunny in Danny DeVito’s Career and The Roast of Some Poor Sad Bastard From the 80’s Who Needs to Cover His Mortgage when… Read More Here’s $10, Bring Me the Head of Verizon FiOS
You’re not gonna take it? No? You’re not gonna take it? Anymore? You’re not gonna let Paul Ryan use your one hit to introduce him? That’s, like, beneath you? You have serious moral issues with that? News flash, you aging no-homo drag queen: that piece of art you excreted all over MTV back in 1984… Read More Really, Twisted Sister?
Yesterday I spent with the baby, who is still below that blessed age when she can process what’s on the television, so I can watch whatever I want. What I seemed to want was documentaries. To wit: 1. Absinthe, a film that labored like a stevedore to take away everything bohemian or dangerous about the… Read More Absinthe and Posers
Duller than a great thaw is Vertigo, hurdling contrivance upon contrivance with such impossible conveyance of thought that one watches it like a man at a mark, praying that the firing squad kills you straight off. And while the preceding bastardization of Much Ado About Nothing is entirely too pretentious to be clever, it’s still… Read More Lileks Speaks the Plain Truth: Vertigo is Lame
