If you ever find yourself in a situation where someone near and dear to you is down with some medical condition, here is a great ‘pick-me-up’ line :
When will you stop dying?
I have plans
Its a simple and direct sentiment. Practical and yet full of heart and soul. This is taken from one of the greatest living American song writer, Damien Jurado, from his blog.
How far does a hero fall? The new Batman movie “The Dark Knight” ponders this question amongst many others in one of the most intense cinematic experience in 2008 so far. More than another screen adaptation of a much beloved comic book character, it is a heady, full-fledged epic and elaborate crime drama. Its greatness lies in the fact that it augments the existing folklore surrounding the caped crusader. Rather than sticking to the conventional “hero-saves-the-day” formula, director Christopher Nolan turns everything inside out and exposes the humanity within one of the darkest protagonist the comic book genre has ever seen.
In Heath Ledger, Nolan has the definitive sliver screen manifestation of Batman’s arch enemy. With every lip smack, he resigns Jack Nicholson’s version in the 1st Batman movie to the hall of shame where it shall remain for all eternity. He is a twitching bag of putrefying genius with a penchant for creepy face paint and sharp objects. The scene with him in a nurse outfit and an exploding hospital in the background has already been assured a place in the annals of iconic movie imagery.
Cristian Bale reprises his role as the brooding Bruce Wayne and elevates melancholy to a whole new level. When confronting a scumbag accountant who tries to extort money from Wayne enterprise, Morgan Freeman’s Lucius Fox puts him in his place with perfectly arched eyebrows and a bemused expression nary missing a beat. This man is cool personified. As before Michael Caine is Wayne’s rock in a raging sea of existential angst as dependable butler, Alfred. Unfortunately the jarring change in choice of actress to play Rachel Dawes (Maggie Gyllenhaal instead of Katie Holmes) throws a spanner in the otherwise perfect ensemble cast.
After a string of disappointments in the latest run of superhero movies, “The Dark Knight” restores my fate in the power of film making. If there is a Nobel prize for mega budget movies, Christopher Nolan would beat everyone to it. It’s that good!
Sunday morning humor. Hope this brings a smile to you as it did me.
A man purportedly has evidence that little green men from space really do exists. In fact they are so real that he is campaigning for the setting up of an Extraterrestrial Affairs Commission in his hometown of Denver. In the latest update, a video of said alien have leaked onto the net. As usual the quality is blurry and leaves more questions then answers. Judge for yourself.
The point is not whether they are doctored or not. Its that they will make you laugh!
Must have barbeque accessories.
How to annoy the hell out of your neighbour.
Rubbing it in.
Can any marketing team come up with another more cringe-worthy promo video? I think its a world record for this one!
Never listened to a full album of songs by a mass murderer? Charles Manson good enough for you?
Up to now, there is only one kd lang song I know, “Constant Craving“. In a regretful short-circuiting of my usually spot on musical radar, she slipped away from my sphere of consciousness. On a whim, I picked up her new “Watershed” album and after a few listens, it clear blew my mind.
Possessed of a silky, perfectly toned voicebox, she makes amazing seem as easy as a walk in the park. Preen and pose as they may, those American Idol wanna-be’s will never come within the gravitational pull of the galaxy that is lang’s voice. Its pure singing, no less, no more.
For the calibre of song-writing that is evident on this collection, it comes as a surprise that she would confess to a decidedly difficult birthing process for them in recent interviews. Perhaps like Emmy Lou Harris who at 50 bloomed into a stunning and prolific writer of aural gems, lang is experiencing a similiar jolt to the creative juices. Lets hope she continues in this vein. The world can only stand to gain from it.
“Don’t you wish your girlfriend is hot like me?”
The Pussycat Dolls circa now.
“The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face”
Bob Dylan circa the 60’s.
Time has been unkind to our generation’s artistic faculty. On one hand we have a bunch of scantily clad, anorexic airheads spewing vacuous nonsense and on the other the words of a musical prophet who gave voice to his generation. 40 years separate the 2 and what does it say about our times? Makes me just want to pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep.
They are the Go-Betweens. Listen and learn people.