Just a little primer here: if you take a gander at your calendar, it is now the 20th of December, yes? Oh yes. And that’s just the date I’ve been waiting for to systematically and chronologically count down my Top 12 favourite songs of 2008 at a one-song-a-day clip, one for each of the last 12 days of 2008 (ah, now you see the method to my madness).
With all of the delicious lists a go-go that are going on all around us at this time of year, I felt it was only right to throw in my two cents, as well as put some public pressure on myself to actually complete one of my tumblelog lists before 2008 is over (note: I have a few other running lists on this site, all of which have yet to be completed, so this will be a first if I make it through).
And of course, it goes without saying that these are by no means the best tracks of 2008 (or even comprehensive in compilation as the list covers mostly hip hop, which is my music genre of choice), just my personal favourites that I’ve been spinning more than the average song. But yes, they are meticulously ranked, so theoretically they should get better as the days go on (that is if you agree with me). So stay tuned. Happy Holidays everyone!
Behold the source of the aforesaid Arnett quote. Without a doubt one of the funniest sketches of 2K8. *funny*
1992. Beastie Boys. DJ Hurricane. Cypress Hill. The Arsenio Hall Show. So What’cha Want (including the remix beat drop and guest verses). Live-n-direct.
In my senior year of high school, my buddies and I entered the annual air band competition and did a meticulously rehearsed (in order for it to look natural and unrehearsed…unnatural naturalness as Master Bruce would say), spot-on reenactment of the Beastie Boys and Mix Master Mike’s live performance of 3 MCs & 1 DJ/Intergalactic from the 1998 VMAs (and when I finally get around to ripping that near 10 year-old footage off my VHS tape and online in good quality, I’ll embed it here). Long story short, we won the competition, so I guess all the hard work paid off (we took that sh!t seriously, yo).
Anyways, if I ever got a second chance to do another Beasties/airband live imitation (I wish I did; it was so much fun), I would’ve liked to have emulated what you see in the vid (down to the last grimey detail). So What’cha Want is my favourite Beasties track of all-time, and this live performance in particular has such a straight up hip hop feel with a grungy after taste that’s been topped off with a puff of weed smoke. It all just screams early 90’s in tone, attitude and fashion (speaking of which, I have a complete outfit just like Yauch’s and that alone brings back some dope 90s memories…pun fully intended). Basically, I just love everything about it, most especially Dr. Spock Adrock masterfully flying off the handle with his loose cannon, “adlibbed” stage presence. WOOOOOOOO!
Billy Ripken Obscenity Bat: He Finally Talks 20 Years Later
Happy early 20th anniversary to the infamous F*CK FACE card.
Click the pic for details on the multiple error versions.
Trailers From Hell presents: Eli Roth commenting on Three On A Meathook
This film reminds me of Deranged, which I caught on Scream one time. Afterwards, I got that proud horror geek feeling of needing to take a shower to clean myself off. I love how Eli (who’s wearing what appears to be a heavy metal styled Ingmar Bergman tee…haha, cool) talks about the rule that he had as a kid whereby the largest boxes in a video store usually contained the sh*ttiest movies.
“He’s still talking! What’s he talking about? Why don’t you just END?”
When I was a kid, I would spend a lot of time wandering around the video stores (while my parents were at a nearby grocery store), just reading the backs of video box after video box, which was a strangely fascinating way to entertain yourself as each description was like a movie trailer in storybook form (my imagination ran wild with some of the things I read…then it was on to the next). Anyways, what I’m getting at is that I also had a rule whereby the absolute, most horrifying and goriest movies NEVER had pictures on the back, just a description (because, in my mind, the studio simply couldn’t show you any pix because they were too shocking…you had to rent it to find out for yourself). Looking back, that theory didn’t always work. But in a couple of cases, it did, with incredible results:
Dawn of the Dead (1978) - I can’t find any images, but the cover of this particular case had 3 iterations of the zombie-fied Roger character slowly sinking in a pool/bed of blood. No images on the back, hence the ultimate horror contained within (oh how true that was).
The Evil Dead (1981) - The EMI Home Video box was the first I ever saw of this film (when I was 7). No pictures on the back, just a lengthy description of the plot as well as the famed Stephen King quote (black print on a gray background). My Uncle further increased my morbid curiosity by telling me stories of how he came across the movie as a teenager and rented it with his friends, THEN saw it in the theatre afterwards. Note: back in the 70s and 80s in the Philippines, home video releases oftentimes hit before the theatrical release, due to delayed theatrical releases in parts of Asia for international films (it’s not as delayed today from what I noticed last December, but still behind North America). He then proceeded to graphically describe each scene to me, much to my excitement. I finally got to see the film in full when I was 16 (after almost a decade of imagining what it would be like). And after many years of build up and twisted anticipation, The Evil Dead not only met those expectations, but exceeded them. That’s probably a big reason why it’s my favourite film. True story.
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“As I recall, it was a horror film.”
Update: Re-embedded, as the NBC lawyers are doing their usual cease and desist tactics with all the streaming sites (hey, if you dicks don’t want things uploaded to the web, don’t air it). Also, my almost 2 year old nephew loves the song (even though he won’t understand what it’s about for another decade or so). He vibes to the track and thinks Janitor Justin looks funny. And yes, I know. I’m a cool uncle for exposing him to this kind of stuff.
Update 2: Re-upped in HD and in its purest form w/out audience laughter. Still funny (and that bridge is ill). Full screen it for maximum enjoyment.
What millions consider as the biggest album of all time, Michael Jackson’s Thriller, will forever remain the very first true music album that I (and many others my age) ever listened to (Sesame Street, Chipmunks, and Smurfs albums obviously do not count, but I still love those too).
I was 4 when, after a trip to Toronto to visit my relatives, I took home a bootleg cassette tape compliments of my uncle. That 90 minute tape contained Off The Wall on Side A and Thriller on Side B (what a combo!). I still have it (it is actually labeled Rod Stewart and Thompson Twins on side A and B respectively, so it wasn’t even a fresh tape). I’ll never forget how scared sh!tless I was after first hearing the legendary laughter of one Vincent Price on the title track; it literally made me run to my parents’ room for comfort (for someone who would ultimately grow up to become a horror geek/gore-hound not to mention an admirer of Vincent Price’s great work, what a baby I was).
At such an early age, this album definitely had a considerable effect on me. For my Grade 1 Halloween Party at school, I showed up dressed as “The King of Pop”, complete with a leather jacket, shades, a white glove (couldn’t find a glittery glove), and the white sock/black shoe faux-pas. I even made up my own dance routine to Beat It (it contained a lot of punching the air, from what I remember). And one day when going to the park with my family, I brought a mini ghetto blaster and walked around EVERYWHERE while playing that thriller tape. Most hilarious is an actual pic of my sis and I, standing at the top of this huge (and busy) climber/play structure, blasting Thriller from the mini-ghetto, while I was seemingly ice-grilling this kid who was staring at me for reasons I never knew (whut! you got a problem with my music, bitch?). No fight ever ensued (if you’re wondering).
So nostalgic wise, it’s clearly the most memorable MJ album for me, although now that I’m all “grown up”, Off The Wall has become my personal favourite MJ recording. Still, it’s because of Thriller that MJ will forever be considered the KING (no matter what bizarre shenanigans he keeps getting himself into). Credit where credit is due, indeed. Bow down to the GOAT.
Close-Up: Orson Welles - The 1960 Paris Interview
I’ve watched this entire interview about 5 times via MPix. And it’s been quite a while since it was last shown on TV, so naturally I attempted to find it online. And although it is not available in embeddable-friendly streaming video (the above viddy is a 10 minute sampler which includes the quote about Citizen Kane that I posted a little while back), it IS available in its entirety in streaming Windows Media (better than nothing), the links of which are below.
This interview was conducted by the CBC show Close-Up in 1960, a couple of years after Welles directed what is considered by many to be the final film noir masterpiece, Touch Of Evil; its brilliance as well as Welles’ preferred cut, the majority of which was restored in 1998, years after his death, would not be realized for decades, hence it not being mentioned at all in this interview). It is without a doubt one of my favourite interviews to watch and listen to (a lot of wisdom in this, as I hang on almost every word that Mr. Welles speaks).The formal yet relaxed hotel setting, the thick yet classy cigar smoke, the black and white contrast, all so mysterious yet revealing.
Stream-able vids via the CBC archives:
Included are Mr. Welles’ thoughts on Citizen Kane, magic, critics, politics, where he calls home, his great voice, American actors, the importance of practice, theatre, directing while acting, his feelings regarding art, posterity, how Kane became so innovative (great story), making Othello, luck, TV vs. Film, and his future film aspirations (shades of F For Fake in these words) make this interview without a doubt worth your time if you’re a fan of the man’s work and a cinephile with an hour to spare.
So it was partly the great spirit of [Gregg] Tolland (the cinematographer on Kane)…and partly my own ignorance. I didn’t know what you couldn’t do. I didn’t deliberately set out to invent anything. It just seemed to me, ‘why not?’. There is a great gift that ignorance has to bring to anything. That was the great gift I brought to [Citizen Kane], was ignorance. - Orson Welles
Great words from a great man; fully intended to make you think.
I like to think. I like film. I like to think about film. Over the years, I’ve been called analytical (overly), a “critic” (mockingly), and that I think too much when viewing entertainment. And the argument that one wishes to simply sit back and relax by turning their brain off to just enjoy a flick (“hey, why can’t you just take it easy and enjoy the movie?”) is widespread. Well, that is how I enjoy a film…by observing, thinking, analysing, feeling and being inspired by all of those thoughts. Being able to get something out of a film to mentally chew on for days and weeks is one of the greatest joys of movie watching. I agree with the sentiment that entertainment should entertain. But what’s wrong with helping yourself to some food for thought on the side? (if there is any) Isn’t that why God gave us brains in the first place? To think? You can turn them off when you’re dead.
Celeb culture is beyond bat sh!t insane. Celebrities are just regular people (many of them insecure assholes), and oftentimes, are famous for being famous and not having any talent to contribute to our twisted society. And yet they are nothing without the millions of fans who blindly follow their every move, buy their merch and give them free publicity in an assortment of ways. And for what? So that we as fans can feel like we know someone famous on a certain level? Fcuk outta here. We can only try and relate to the characters they portray.
I’m not saying I’m a special case or anything. There are without a doubt artists/performers who I admire, idolize and am a fan boy of (many of them I’ve mentioned/written about with an unbridled passion on this site). But that admiration is due to their immense talent first and foremost. Another reason is because I share similar sensibilities that these people express in their respective art forms. But never do I feel like I know them personally or ever will.
As the avant garde director Alejandro Jodorowsky once remarked (and I’m paraphrasing big time here), the only true form of artistic expression in cinema is when a director can have complete creative control to translate to the screen their thoughts and original ideas, whatever they may be (profits be damned!). When one begins to research what the target audience wants in order to make that into a film to please them, there is no more thinking or art or honest expression. Just a soulless product for sale to the highest bidder. And if you’ve ever seen/experienced El Topo or The Holy Mountain, you’ll immediately understand why Jodorowsky HATED commercialism, conformity and the mainstream (HOLY mountain, indeed!).
But alas the reality is that everything is a business. And although catering to the masses is the lowest common form of entertainment, it is also the most successful. *smh* Think about it.
TRUE 1080p Teaser for the first ever Astro Boy film (coming in 2009). Fullscreen-it and enjoy the 48 seconds of eye-popping adventure.
Note to the one they call YouTube: It’s great (albeit rather late) that you upgraded your player to a widescreen aspect ratio, yet still none of your content is in true HD format. Even viewed in so-called high quality, the videos are still the same quality as old (but thankfully they are now properly stretched out for widescreen monitors, when applicable). Labeling a video as HD doesn’t necessarily make it high def (just sayin’). It is your choice to take measures to change this in the future as you are still lagging far behind Daily Motion, Hulu and Vimeo in terms of streamable HD content.
I realize I just talked to a streaming video player. It’s late and I had to get somethin’ up off my chest, OK?
Don’t know why it took me so long to embed a Mystery Science Theater 3000 vid, but for that I apologize. Happy 20th Anniversary, MST3K!
“Perhaps booze would alleviate the situation?”
Within The Woods, in its entirety. In October ‘07, I had previously embedded a google video version of WTW righ’chea. It has since been taken down, which is unfortunate since anything on G-Viddy is actually downloadable (best believe I’ve got a copy of it on my computer, and it was the first video I ever put on my iPod Touch). I recommend that you DO NOT view this video in full screen because it gets pixelized like a muthaf*cka (considering the quality is as good as I’ve ever seen it…which is the only way I’ve ever seen it, that being really sh!tty). But whatever, it’s not as bad as say, scrambled cable, since you can still make out shapes and images alright. Yet I (and all the other Evil Dead fans) still REALLY want a good quality version to show up somewhere (for God’s sake, someone just leak it, as there will not be any legal ramifications since it wouldn’t be released for commercial gain, hence no royalty problems).
Regardless, if you haven’t seen this before, boy (or girl) are you in for treat! It’s a fantastic little film from 1978 (30th Anniversary Edition!), and The Evil Dead would not be around without it since it was not only the blueprint to the horror classic, but it was used to demonstrate to potential investors that Raimi, Campbell and Tapert could make a decent low-budget horror flick, which eventually helped to raise $85 000 to jump start The Evil Dead (which ended up costing between $350 and $400 000 after extensive pick up shots, inserts and editing had been completed almost 2 years after principal photography was technically finished in January 1980). Hardcore deadites will immediately notice sound effects and sequences which eventually made it into The Evil Dead in a more polished and fleshed out form (the ominous sound of tree branches/trunks snapping, for instance, created with the use of apple crates). Such a great piece of horror fillm history, right here. Enjoy.
Due to the limitations of Quicktime (read: Apple control freaks), I can’t embed this video on my site (also, the filesize is pretty huge). But please, take the time to go check out the first official trailer for Darren Aronofsky’s The Wrestler in 720p or 1080p. Although this is without a doubt my most anticipated film of 2008 (or 2009, depending on when I finally get to see it), it’s safe to say that I’ve been anticipating a film like this since about the late 90s. I’ve been a die-hard pro-wrestling fan for 20 years now (it all began in the summer of ‘88). And I’ve heard all of the uninformed opinions from non-fans (and even marks) as to what they think pro-wrestling is and what its fans know (my head is exhausted from the numerous shakings). Furthermore, the film industry has yet to make a motion picture that treats the brutal circus life of a pro-wrestler with the great blood, sweat and tears type of respect that it truly deserves, while delivering an accurate depiction of the industry and its many fascinating (and shocking) elements. Until now that is.
So if I may, here is a review of the trailer from the POV of a cinephile AND pro-wrestling smark: it’s clear that the roles have been PERFECTLY cast, with the tough as nails Mickey Rourke (honestly, the most believable actor in this very specific role that I could think of) in the lead, supported by the beauty that gets better with age, Marisa Tomei (who truthfully plays a stripper that actually gets naked…Portman and Alba, you could learn a thing or two) and Evan Rachel Wood as Rourke’s estranged daughter. But in addition to that, I spotted the charismatic WCW alum, Ernest “The Cat” Miller (I hope he has his dancing shoes on), as well as former WWF, TNA and now WWE wrestler, the rough yet flashy Ron “The Truth” Killings. But most impressive, the matches in the movie (for which Rourke actually learned to “work” the craft, something I truly admire him taking upon himself) are performed in front of actual crowds from the WXW, CZW and ROH American independent wrestling promotions (mega props to Aronofsky and crew for going to that level of authenticity that only wrestling geeks are aware of). And surrounding it all is the perfectly cold, lonely backdrop of the wintery Jersey State.
The Protozoa team is back in action with Darren Aronofsky at the helm and Clint Mansell composing the score (all 3 films that this cinematic duo have collaborated on have each been incredible, with The Wrestler having the potential to top them all by going back to the gritty basics). I’m very happy that this subject matter is in the hands of an amazing auteur who understands wrestling. I’m also interested to see what camera techniques Darren has up his sleeve this time (I’ve read so far about long takes, beautiful yet gritty compositions, and a live aspect feel). On a side note, I couldn’t help but see some shades of Vincent Gallo’s Buffalo ‘66 (which Rourke was also in) in the look, feel and mood of The Wrestler (which is a GREAT thing) although the latter is a clearly more polished production (despite its docu-drama feel). And you can’t beat The Boss himself on the film’s soundtrack (yes, that is the new Springsteen song, The Wrestler, playing over the trailer). All elements are definitely setting things up for an incredibly memorable and tragic sports story (I think I’m gonna need to bring a pack of tissues to the theatre). The only thing more heartbreakingly tragic would be if Rourke is not recognized by his peers with an Oscar for Best Actor in a Leading Role. Seriously, how many actors could not only deliver what reviews are indicating is a performance of a lifetime for a seasoned vet like Rourke, but actually withstand months of brutal training at the wrestling school of Afa The Wild Samoan, AND successfully work numerous wrestling matches (with the bumps and the crucial timing and the always prevalent possibility of serious injury) without resorting to a stuntman or double? The wrestling fan in me is looking forward to observing Mickey’s workrate (which is a smark term for the quality of a wrestler’s moves in its style, psychology and technical delivery…Bret Hart and Kurt Angle are examples of wrestlers with perfect workrate). Reading all of this back, I realize that this is just a review for the trailer(!), so yes I am quite excited to see this film. Thanks for reading.