I had no idea Ryan Gosling was so charming. Or that Michelle Williams was so interesting. Man, I liked this movie. The dialogue was mostly improvised; the Blue Valentine shooting script is online here.
The New Zealand location that the Lord of the Rings movie trilogy used as the site of Hobbiton was never fully demolished, and now the cute little sod homes have cute little new tenants. Basically Bilbo’s house has become a sheepfold / petting zoo. More pics here. I like this.
Anyone who’s spent more than thirty seconds with me in the past two years has heard me go on and on and on about three things: cats, dodgeball and the Scott Pilgrim series of graphic novels by Bryan Lee O’Malley. I liked the movie quite a lot, too, but the books are way better. I find the artwork incredibly appealing, so I was pretty excited to see these adorable action figures, which are perfect renderings of the drawings. They’re so well-designed. I go out of my way not to buy ornamental things any more, since my apartment is smaller than a high-top sneaker, but listen, when I get my mansion there’s gonna be a whole room full of these little guys. Right alongside my lacquered collection of dodgeball team shirts and my seventeen cats.
PS, Wanna hear more about my dodgeball team(s)? Because I can and will tell you aaaall about them.
Thanks to Brummy for finding these!
Well thanks, Stamp. That packet of lies that served as an introduction is a lot to live up to, but I promise to do my best to keep the exciting content to a maximum, and the excessive punctuation to a minimum (though I hope you’ll all admit that there are some moments that call for seventeen exclamation marks, AMIRITE???? GUYS???).
While Nicole is away, I’ll be holding down the role of Gleaner of Internet Genius, bringing you the best from the elaborate series of tubes we call home. I’m slightly nervous, though, because–at the risk of screwing it all up right from the start–I’m not much of a Cat Person. I just hope that you, members of this community of aFfectionate aFeline aFficionados can be patient and wait for Nicole’s return, because there’s really not going to be any cat content for the next two weeks.
Well, okay, but just that one image.
Let’s start things off right with a bit of culture, shall we?
Probably you have seen this video of a three year-old reciting poetry. (No? I really think you ought to. Go ahead. Don’t worry, we’ll wait.) The poem was written by Billy Collins, 44th Poet Laureate of the USA. He’s a great poet, a fantastic speaker, and he and his youtube videos can help you get rid of that evening you weren’t using anyways.
Someone has helpfully animated many of his poems for your delight and amazement. The animations are beautiful, but I can admit that I’m not totally sure how I feel about watching images while listening to poetry. It sometimes feels like too much information and my brain shuts down. But, gorgeous!
To start you off, here’s one called Forgetfulness.
There are a bajillion more out there. Please enjoy.
Finally, this (unanimated) poem here, called The Lanyard, made it rain a bit on my face, so use caution.
Via pretty much everyone I know on Facebook.
Here’s Freddie Wong, a prolific YouTube user who makes cool little shorts, and then gives tutorials on re-creating the video effects he uses (and even if you’re not into video editing you’ll probably find them interesting). I really like this guy’s stuff.
I also thought this one was really funny:
And I liked this tutorial on making muzzle flares:
I’m excited to see what else this guy does.
Thanks to Reuben for the tip.
Saw Inception this weekend and really liked it. If you want to read a little more about some different interpretations of the film, you might want to check out these links: a solid article on Chud, one at Salon, an interview with actor Dileep Rao (who played the Chemist), and, at a glance, this handy chart showing who dreamed what.
Finally, here’s one of Nolan’s admitted visual references: this luscious scene of Fred Astaire dancing up the walls from the 1951 film Royal Wedding, shot by spinning the room and the camera simultaneously. You can skip ahead in this clip to about the 2-minute mark if you like.
Links via Mefi and AskMe.
One more big thing:
Here’s a great comment from MeFi, in which a user named wuwei describes why James Bond is passe:
“James Bond was a character that people in his era could identify with:
“Think about how that works in the post war era. The office dwelling accountant/lawyer/ad man/salesman has an expense account. This covers some lunches at counters with clients , or maybe a few nice dinners. He flirts with the secretaries and receptionists and sometimes sleeps with them. He travels on business, perhaps from his suburb into Chicago, or from Chicago to Cleveland, or San Francisco to LA. His office issues him a dictaphone (he can’t type) or perhaps a rolling display case for his wares. He has a work car, maybe an Oldsmobile 88 if he’s lucky, or a Ford Falcon if he’s not. He’s working his way up to the top, but isn’t quite ready for a management slot. He wears a suit, tie and hat every day to the office. If he’s doing well he buys this downtown at a specialty men’s store. If he’s merely average, he picks this up at Macy’s, or Sears if he’s really just a regular joe. If he gets sick his employer has a nice PPO insurance plan for him.
“Now look at Bond. He has an expense account, which covers extravagant dinners and breakfasts at the finest 4 star hotels and restaurants. He travels on business, to exotic places like Istanbul, Tokyo and Paris. He takes advantage of the sexual revolution (while continuing to serve his imperialist/nationalist masters) by sleeping with random women in foreign locations. He gets issued cool stuff by the office– instead of a big dictaphone that he keeps on his desk, Bond has a tiny dictaphone that he carries around with him in his pocket! He has a work car — but it’s an Aston Martin with machine guns! He’s a star, with a license to kill, but not management. Management would be boring anyways, they stay in London while Bond gets to go abroad and sleep with beautiful women. Bond always wears a suit, but they’re custom tailored of the finest materials. If he gets hurt, he has some Royal Navy doctors to fix him right up.
“In today’s world, that organization man who looked up to James Bond as a kind of avatar of his hopes and dreams, no longer exists.
“Who is our generation’s James Bond? Jason Bourne. He can’t trust his employer, who demanded ultimate loyalty and gave nothing in return. In fact, his employer is outsourcing his work to a bunch of foreign contractors who presumably work for less and ask fewer questions. He’s given up his defined benefit pension (Bourne had a military one) for an individual retirement account (safe deposit box with gold/leeching off the gf in a country with a depressed currency). In fact his employer is going to use him up until he’s useless. He can’t trust anyone, other than a few friends he’s made on the way while backpacking around. Medical care? Well that’s DIY with stolen stuff, or he gets his friends to hook him up. What kinds of cars does he have? Well no more company car for sure, he’s on his own on that, probably some kind of import job. What about work tools? Bourne is on is own there too. Sure, work initially issued him a weapon, but after that he’s got to scrounge up whatever discount stuff he can find, even when it’s an antique. He has to do more with less. And finally, Bourne survives as a result of his high priced, specialized education. He can do things few people can do — fight multiple opponents, tell which guy in a restaurant can handle himself, hotwire cars, speak multiple languages and duck a surveillance tail. Oh, and like the modern, (sub)urban professional, Bourne had to mortgage his entire future to get that education. They took everything he had, and promised that if he gave himself up to the System, in return the System would take care of him.
“It turned out to be a lie.”
Nice, huh? Taken from here.