A ship was named Vandermeer, so stayed with it for 40 before slowcrawling the rest. Nic Cage wins this round.
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Wiest gives damn fine scary eye. Dinklage is all Dafoe and I can’t unsee it.
Nic Cage is the new Bela Lugosi. Fight my stand-in muppet cyborg.
its been my experience as a non believer in any deities. that Atheist’s and atheism is a religion its self the belief in the non belief of gods and atheists are just as pushy about selling atheism as are the religious wackadoo’s who believe that nonsense
Theism is a category. -Anything- outside that category? Non-theist. The ‘a’ of atheist is a prefix. It means ‘non-‘. Gnostic is also a category. Very similar to theism. Lotta crossover. Agnostic uses the same prefix to indicate things outside -that- category. Really confusing stuff.
McDormand’s acting seems as light-on-water effortless. Einaudi complements.
Perhaps the academic equivalent of seeing the work of a Great Master reflected in the waxed paint of some guy’s midlife crisis sportscar. Technique? Sure. Art? Not to me anyway. And maybe I’m the overly grumpy academic in this situation, but don’t bother David Hockney with your navel gazing ‘passion projects.’ The man has enough to deal with. Geez.
Hockney rolled right over Tim. Which is as it should be. And one gets to see Hockney.
It’s definitely a relatively simplistic film, but I think as a “standard scary story”, it’s a pretty good one. It also certainly lacks the tense sexual undertones that always deftly weave through many of Barker’s stories. I think this director has a lot of potential though, I enjoyed this film a lot.
Well, I mean, the ‘little guy’ was certainly cast vwell, I’ll give them that.
And Evrenol’s still working, making horror-ish things. Hopefully, they got darker.
Starts out like it might be something; an hour til it gets Clive Barker-y, and then only sorta.
Miyazaki on film dipped in some brown acid. Thanks, Hader.
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Human centipede.
Human centipede who?
Human centipede down the chimney. Merry Xmas!
I learned that Val Kilmer is a mushman w/o sleep. And Vern Troyer hides well.
First 20 great; next 2 plus hrs good enough; 6 of the last 8 min, made-for-tv keep-the-teens-out-of-the-editing-room cheese that gibbers; last 90 s, full John Carpenter Lovecraftian In the Mouth of Madness fun. And some Lustmord thruout. Will not watch again, tho—
One too many misplaced Greek columns. Tho the Derrida joke is excellent.
Can’t wait for the episode about the jewish collaborators and the transfer agreement. Oh wait they won’t tell you about that.
E9 won’t try to state as fact that Hitler was a Zionist, anyway.
Seen it twice before. Better second time round. Fancy that.
New theme song same as the old. Somehow, tho, Cheech Marin is much less of a surprise than Don Cheadle!
oh man. what did you have to go and tell me that for. I wasn’t planning on coming back to this page.
Well, just so -you- know: Jane goes on a bit about how Alien awakened him to movies and such at age eight, and all three confirm that Alien is the biggest influence on Expanse, specially from the lower-class kvetching about overtime worker disgruntlement aspect/pov.
Put that in your facehugger and uh. Hug it.
When my brain finally dies, as they keep promising me it will, the mix of euphoria and terror will not be foreign to me. An electrical imbalance between the cells will wade through neurons filling themselves with charged ions as the electromagnetic forces try to wipe clear the charge imbalance and maintain a hold on the ions. As the systems panic, the serotonin sets in. My eyes glaze.
And how is none of this entirely unfamiliar? Because I have already seen Too Many Cooks.
Just glad the falcon didn’t get intronitus, yet sad it got no credit.
You got here first! Been looking forward to this one…especially since “The Laundromat”
The big tagline going round reviews was it’s the best Woody Allen never made [he did come to mind; social veneers and whatnot], but this was a finer maturity. Really, watched it for Bergen’s withering stare more than Streep’s haughty humanity.
And Blodwyn Pugh, just the name, appears to’ve been taken from a character created as an alter-ego for another character in ‘I Sent a Letter to My Love’ by Bernice Reubens, who also wrote Madame Sousatzka.
Skimmed thru, curious what Vidal’s deal was. A minute of senescent deterioration.
Some nice musical choices at the start; disinterest thruout. Almost as tho the intent was to put the viewer into the flat zone of heavy medication.
Entire epi flat when Melissa Carone didn’t get a celeb impersonation. Eminem parody quality, tho. Kills the Bit nicely meta.
Needed to be six hours. For more Toni Morrison as well.
Not terribly SoC, but no veto by hecklers, either. Guess that’s a happy ending.
Enjoy this? Like, a lot? Does it get the ol’ midbrain a’vibratin’? Then you, o infallible adjudicator, will lurrrrrve this.
[1.] [that’s a ‘spam post’ apparently, tho this show was found after reading other comments on another show; comments which recommended -this- comic as well as other comics as tho the site were being used as intended.
mindblowing, right?]
Villon’s Straight Tip To All Cross Coves
1887
trans. by william ernest henley.
‘Tout aux tavernes et aux filles’
I
Suppose you screeve, or go cheap-jack?
Or fake the broads? or fig a nag?
Or thimble-rig? or knap a yack?
Or pitch a snide? or smash a rag?
Suppose you duff? or nose and lag?
Or get the straight, and land your pot?
How do you melt the multy swag?
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
II
Fiddle, or fence, or mace, or mack;
Or moskeneer, or flash the drag;
Dead-lurk a crib, or do a crack;
Pad with a slang, or chuck a fag;
Bonnet, or tout, or mump and gag;
Rattle the tats, or mark the spot
You cannot bank a single stag:
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
III
Suppose you try a different tack,
And on the square you flash your flag?
At penny-a-lining make your whack,
Or with the mummers mug and gag?
For nix, for nix the dibbs you bag
At any graft, no matter what!
Your merry goblins soon stravag:
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
The Moral.
It’s up-the-spout and Charley-Wag
With wipes and tickers and what not!
Until the squeezer nips your scrag,
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
Notes
Stanza I, line I. Screeve = provide (or work with) begging-letters. Line 2. Fake the broads = pack the cards. Fig a nag = play the coper with an old horse and a fig of ginger. Line 3. Knap a yack = steal a watch. Line 4. Pitch a snide = pass a false coin. Smash a rag = change a false note. Line 5. Duff = sell sham smugglings. Nose and lag = collect evidence for the police. Line 6. Get the straight = get the office, and back a winner. Line 7. Multy (expletive) = “bloody”. Line 8. Booze and the blowens cop the lot: cf. “’Tis all to taverns and to lasses.” (A. Lang).
Stanza II, line 1. Fiddle = swindle. Fence = deal in stolen goods. Mace = welsh. Mack = pimp. Line 2. Moskeneer = to pawn for more than the pledge is worth. Flash the drag = wear women’s clothes for an improper purpose. Line 3. Dead-lurk a crib = house-break in church time. Do a crack—burgle with violence. Line 4. Pad with a slang = tramp with a show. Line 5. Mump and gag = beg and talk. Line 6. Tats = dice. Spot, (at billiards). Line 7. Stag = shilling.
Stanza iii, line 2. Flash your flag = sport your apron. Line 4. Mug = make faces. Line 5. Nix = nothing. Line 6. Graft = trade. Line 7. Goblins = sovereigns. Stravag = go astray.
The Moral.: Up the spout and Charley Wag = expressions of dispersal. Line 2. Wipes = handkerchiefs. Tickers = watches. Line 3. Squeezer = halter. Scrag = neck.
Gadji beri bimba clandridi
Lauli lonni cadori gadjam
A Bim beri glassala
glandride glassala
Tuffm, I zimbra!
Bi, b-b-bi, b-bi, b-bi
B-b-bi, b-b-bi, bi-bi b-bi
Bi, bi, bi, bi,
bi, bi, bi!
Ha! Ha!
Yep! Yep!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Racist much? Replace the word Russians with Jews and see how well that flies.
That’d be Russian with Israeli; Putin with Netanyahu; GRU with MOSSAD.
Maybe try comparison with another anocracy*. Might reach low Earth orbit.
What’s the worst a citizen of Russia could safely say about Putin, online, in theory? Something that disparages, but which some would say, if saying themselves, was honestly said.
No? Putin the risk in risque, as it were?
Point being, too dangerous to even type hypothetical example of an opinion, is a limitation upon honesty. Stating actual negative fact, let alone negative opinion? Especially in Russian press, or as a political opponent of Putin within Putin’s Russia? That lack of candor as preventative against state-sanctioned violence is a defining Russian trait at the moment.
*not that israel currently isn’t as ‘questionable’ when it comes to palestinians as russia is with what it ‘claims its own’ [see: donbassians; crimeans]
I cant quite tell if O. Stone is being devious and underhanded in his amiability, or if he’s genuinly (and perhaps unwittedly) being sycophantic towards Putin.
Was just chatting about that with someone. Might be that Stone, being famous himself and having worked with the famous, and as an American, simply allowed himself [over time] to do something no Russian can dare ever do concerning Putin—
Relax. Not worry about consequence talking to the murderer that is Vlad.
Seriously, what is your problem. I proved you wrong four times. The facts are the facts. Just admit you’re wrong and get on with you life.
Is English your native language? Like, are you using Google translate, and in your native lang, does it mangle-mule together ‘illustration’ and ‘design’?
Yes? No? Either way: OK.
Again, Scher and Huyssen might get thru to you.
Give contacting them an actual -honest- shot.
Dude, I’ve proved your wrong four times. Let it go. The sketches are online for everyone to see. They’re his, not hers. Why are you so stubborn? Just admit you’re wrong.
Understand just fine that something’s sadly awry regarding some ppl’s understanding of design, of work on design, of credit for design [quotes, logistics, and all]; just DSM-V sickly ‘off’ concerning the fact that 2+2 [design] even when in the mind, is still 4 [design]; still—
Take it up with either Scher, Huyssen, or both. Scher even teaches this stuff, and they’re -both- professionals [of rather different degree by now], so likely won’t mock an ailing person in fits of dismayed pity on a public forum for any mental inadequacy. They are themselves ‘safe spaces’.
Good luck!
A concept inside someone’s head isn’t a design, Einstein. In the documentary she said her idea got rejected by Scholz.
Yeah, her original idea. They then worked on a new one, which she still hates, and despite its success, which she doesn’t rest upon the laurels of, being an actual Einstein-type genius concerning things like typography and -graphic design-. Roger, tho…
Designs [in the mind] aren’t designs, huh.
Alrighty, then.
Maybe contact Scher directly for clarification. Even an intern could prolly set ya straight.
info@pentagram dot com
newyork@pentagram dot com
Art Directing isn’t designing, Einstein. Roger Huyssen has his preliminary sketches online. You can clearly see the entire layout was his design.
…
So, Scher and Scholz talk about the idea, and agree on a design…
Scher then tells her illustrator what the design idea is, and he sketches it out with her over his shoulder as she tells him what to do/not do, giving direction as head of a vcreative department working on that month’s big project, making certain that Roger doesn’t get wrong what Scholz and Scher talked about…
Scher then gets credit for filling out -by designing- the idea Scholz had on the album, -on the album-…
Hussyen gets credit for illustrating the idea Scholz had that then was designed and relayed to him by his boss at the time, on that same album, where he’s credited -not as designer- but as illustrator…
But for you to believe otherwise, it’s more than a feeling?
Cool.
John Oliver brought me here
Randy Newman made me run away.