Spelling out sounds is an interesting way to waste more time than you intend. I ran into this for the first time a couple months ago when editing the notorious James Snaps! video. If you've seen the video, you probably wouldn't guess that I spent a fortnight translating those captions. I didn't, but nonetheless you would not have guessed that. It may've taken only an hour or so, I don't really remember... However, I distinctly remember that it took longer than I had expected! I ran into this not five minutes ago when titling this post, "Dummy Up, Uh-Aowoh." I was trying to translate Ben Weasel's 'whoa' in the refrain of the song "Dummy Up," featured on the album "Television City Dream" (my favorite Screeching Weasel album).
Brb. Suburban Rhythm album just finished downloading and requires me systematically creating a new folder structure, formatting the file names with correct capitalization, copying to iTunes music folder, adding to iTunes library, formatting ID3 tags, finding album art larger than 200 x 200 pixels, and finally listening to it!
Getting funky now... my final point here is that whoever creating the ottomottopea for the old Batman television series had it a lot harder than any of us may've realized. He was really good at his job too.
I'm quite disappointed that our great city doesn't have one theater that'll be showing the new Bruce Campbell movie, "My Name Is Bruce." Get some cajones you el theatres! The movie looks like Bubba Ho-Tep with Bruce Campbell playing himself instead of Elvis, but this is completely fine by me. They could remake Evil Dead again with Bruce as himself instead of Ash and I'd be tickled that were using my idea. All I'm saying is it doesn't matter what the plot is, Bruce Campbell is the lead; therefore, get the effing movie.
Another film coming up that I feel exactly the same about is JCVD. You've heard of this movie because it's the best idea to ever come out of whatever country Jean Claude Van-Damme is from. As a kid who saw Street Fighter in the theater at least three times (once at the old downtown movie theater, which was awesome but now is an elementary school), I am a fan of Mr. Claude Van Damme. There's a slew of other Van Damme films like Kickboxer that are all equally amazing. Now JCVD is old and JCVD has to kick some non-JCVD ass... in real (ficticious - granted this could've happened in Bulgaria...) life. Sounds awesome right? Yes. Unforunately, also not playing in the greater (says who!?!) Des Moines area. Yet, we get shit films like Happy-Go-Lucky. Fuck Happy-Go-Lucky. I feel a bitterness towards that film not unlike the feelings of a child towards some jerk who took his kite, ran around with it, then broke and stabbed him in the brain with said kite's non-string parts. He survived.
Off to write a fan letter to SouthSiderStudios' fullbodycast, free on iTunes. Podcasts are to boredom what Catholic Priests are to defenseless young Catholic boys.
I screened the movie Happy-Go-Lucky by myself at the Fleur last night. I had a choice between it and Rachel Getting Married, and I made a very poor decision. I had heard that H-G-L was an incredibly optimistic film; that it leaves audiences feeling just as happy as the lead character, Poppy. About fifteen minutes into the film, I realized I had been lied to. I spent an hour and a half waiting for anything to happen (and hoping that anything was the movie ending). It was brutal. Poppy is annoying, but nobody in the film seems to notice that. The only two scenes with any emotional value felt completely out of place due to the monotony of the story surrounding them (a scene involving a hobo, that left me wondering WTF; as well as what I assume was the climax of the movie: the final driving lession). I liked the idea of a light film; especially coming into today and the oppressive weather on the horizon. Unfortunately, this is not a light film. It's two hours of babysitting an adult, who may be retarded. I don't have the qualifications for such a task.
I plan to watch Rachel Getting Married this weekend. After H-G-L though, I'm leary of anything that isn't a silly comedy. I think I'll go see Role Models first... it looks like the type of movie I can't not like. Exhibit A) Paul Rudd. This fella fully won me over in Knocked Up, when referencing Back to the Future at the dinner table with Seth Rogen. However, his roles in Wet Hot American Summer, 40 Year Old Virgin, The Ten, and Forgetting Sarah Marshall have all been just as good. The only potential problem with this film is Exhibit B) Sean William Scott. I've enjoyed two of his roles out of however many he's done. The first being the redneck with a tranquilizer gun in Old School (which anybody could've played) and the second being an excellent performance in a move that I really enjoyed, The Promotion, opposite John C. Reilly. I'm hoping that he'll be more of the latter character in this film versus Stifler. Stifler is too much like a lot of people in real life that I hate for no reason beyond the way they carry themselves. This is why I don't go to Drink! the Original Fun Bar. Dudebros. Fuck dudebros. Maybe I'm just jealous that instead of intelligence, these cocky motherfuckers won out in the gene-pool where it matters (looks, gel-enhanced hair, social skills, and parents' money to buy lots of booze). Exhibit C) McLovin. It'll be interesting to see if McLovin can separate himself from SuperBad with this role and his upcoming caveman in the new Harold Ramis movie. Either he IS McLovin or a pretty decent young actor. Exhibit D) Cameos. There will no doubt be some appearances by people I enjoy seeing in movies. This is always a good thing. The only bad cameos involve Wonda Sykes... I'm looking at you Curb Your Enthusiasm. I dislike Wonda Sykes nearly as much as I dislike Queen Latifah. I'm not racist and/or sexist, I just hate these two women, especially the latter. My proof is that I don't mind Whoopi Goldberg (I used to watch Hollywood Squares everyday after school - Bruce Vilanch, ftw). Remember when Jimmy Fallon made a movie with Queen Latifah? Worst. Idea. Ever. What has Fallon done since? Actually, Fever Pitch was a pretty alright film... and aside from SNL, Mr. Fallon didn't have a great resume before Taxi... I am kinda looking forward to his and Lorne Michaels' take on late night next year; if only because it means Conan replaces Leno; therefore, no more Leno... Who in his or her right mind prefers Leno over Letterman? Fools!
Spelling out sounds is an interesting way to waste more time than you intend. I ran into this for the first time a couple months ago when editing the notorious James Snaps! video. If you've seen the video, you probably wouldn't guess that I spent a fortnight translating those captions. I didn't, but nonetheless you would not have guessed that. It may've taken only an hour or so, I don't really remember... However, I distinctly remember that it took longer than I had expected! I ran into this not five minutes ago when titling this post, "Dummy Up, Uh-Aowoh." I was trying to translate Ben Weasel's 'whoa' in the refrain of the song "Dummy Up," featured on the album "Television City Dream" (my favorite Screeching Weasel album).
Brb. Suburban Rhythm album just finished downloading and requires me systematically creating a new folder structure, formatting the file names with correct capitalization, copying to iTunes music folder, adding to iTunes library, formatting ID3 tags, finding album art larger than 200 x 200 pixels, and finally listening to it!
Getting funky now... my final point here is that whoever creating the ottomottopea for the old Batman television series had it a lot harder than any of us may've realized. He was really good at his job too.
Off to write a fan letter to SouthSiderStudios' fullbodycast, free on iTunes. Podcasts are to boredom what Catholic Priests are to defenseless young Catholic boys.
