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Monday, July 28, 2008

Mad Men - Far from Heaven, the series?

The highly anticipated return of the series Mad Men finally pulled me in- the show is set in the early 60's in the legendary era of the martini lunch. Set in a high-power ad agency, it reminds me of the Billy Wilder classic The Apartment, with the subversiveness of Douglas Sirk, and 20/20 hindsight of Todd Haynes's Far from Heaven. "Mad Men" was the self-imposed nickname that the Madison Avenue crew gave themselves, and they live up to the title.
Joan has wits to match.


The series concentrates on Donald Draper, a top ad executive working in New York City in the early 60's. The show has gotten many accolades for its realism in recreating the look and feel of the era, from the skinny ties and slim suits to the well-coiffed women in office and home. Everyone smokes and drinks like mad, office liaisons are commonplace, every man is a cad with a piece on the side, and woman chafe at the societal boundaries that still corral them.
You've come a long way, baby.

Don is in his mid-30's and has younger men nipping at his heels, but he is still the big dog; though he often lies tortured on the couch before getting a brainstorm that comes up with the perfect ad campaign. The ad industry was just on the cusp of using known psychological concepts to market products as a lifestyle, and Don rejects it, though when he comes up with concepts on his own, they are certainly crafted as if by a head shrinker; he just doesn't link the two yet.
Peggy smiles like a shark.

What reminded me of the excellent Todd Haynes film Far From Heaven was not only the technicolor look of the show, but the update to Douglas Sirk's brilliant subversiveness. In Sirk's classics All That Heaven Allows, Rock Hudson is the artistic and freethinking bachelor who Jane Wyman falls in love with, to the disdain of society and even her own children; in his remake of Imitation of Life, two single women, one black and one white, meet and manage to succeed; the black woman's daughter passes for white and is ashamed of her mother. He skirted what was considered acceptable and there was always the suggestion of things still labeled taboo; in Far From Heaven, Haynes goes that extra step and lets us see what Sirk might have done, unfettered.
Do I want a child? Oh, the irony.

In "Mad Men," society still has taut reins of conformity around its neck, and we see even the paragon of 60's manhood Don Draper (Jon Hamm) chomping at the bit, though he hides it quite well. The women are more fascinating than the men, in how they consolidate what little power is left to be had. Joan (Christina Hendricks) the office manager, a buxom redhead with wits to match her ... wiles, is the de facto alpha female; Peggy (Elizabeth Moss), the newcomer in the first episode, has clawed her way into copywriting by the beginning of season two, after some trials and tribulations I'll leave you to discover. The men have their own problems; they live hard and it affects their home life. Super-cad Pete Campbell (Vincent Kartheiser) doesn't think he makes enough to support a child yet, and his new wife is tortured by the bouncing babies throughout their social circle.

"Mad Men" is able to show us a side of the mythical 50's and 60's that even Sirk couldn't allude to, and it makes for riveting viewing. The first season is available On Demand with some cable providers (even in HD) and the show plays Sunday nights at 10pm EST for the DVR-deprived.



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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Generation Kill

HBO has created some great mini-series in its history, Band of Brothers being the most memorable. Generation Kill is along the same lines- let's follow a tightly knit group of men through wartime. This time they are volunteers, are fighting a different foe, and have politicians pecking at the back of their necks at every turn.

I watched the first episode with Iraq Vet and rampaging devil dog Darth Milk last week. He was in boot camp when we invaded, having joined shortly after 9/11 and before the Iraq War was a foregone conclusion. We were making headway in Afghanistan, the world was on our side. 4,000 American lives and 30,000 American limbs later, we can look at the war hopefully in hindsight, and see the roots of "the insurgency," and if lack of planning helped planted the seeds. The book Generation Kill by Evan Wright does not pontificate but just shows the invasion from the soldier's perspective and airs their frustrations.

We meet the usual cast of characters- our fighting Marines, their elite Force Recon units, the tip of the spear for Operation Iraqi Freedom. They are sitting idle in Kuwait, waiting for the other shoe to drop. They are under supplied and know it- when the PX has stuff they need, they are only allowed to buy so many. Batteries for the Night Vision goggles were the chronic problem, not to mention the lack of body armor, armor for the Humvees, and so on. Milky corroborated the portrayal of the base and said it was so authentic that he felt like he was back there.

The first episode introduces us to our motley crew and Marine culture- offending each other, playful homoerotica, the "moto" guys who do PT runs in gas-masks with rocks in their packs to simulate full gear, the sticklers for operational rules like having your shirt tucked in even if you're working on a busted Hummer they expect you to win wars with. The bootleg porn, the ripoffs of having to pay $10 for fast food trucked in as a relief from the mess hall slop and MRE monotony. How the Charms candies are bad luck.
Lance Corporal Milky and his M-41 Battle Gourd

Evan Wright, the embedded Rolling Stone reporter who wrote the book this is based on, is played by Lee Tergesen, who's bopped around television and minor movie roles. He looks damned familiar, but the only things IMDb has him in that 've seen recently are Wayne's World, Monster and one of the worst "Masters of Horror" episodes in that scattershot series. He looks the role and will be the audience surrogate among the hardcore fighting men. HBO has definitely lavished the series with cash and I had no problem believing they were in Iraq. Actually they're in Namibia and South Africa. I can't imagine the military being too cooperative with this, but Milky said they even had the boxes of water rations right.

HBO is doing things right- John Adams may not have been the most riveting story, but it was worth watching for the performances. And the open length, running from 75 to 90 minutes, suits the mini-series better.


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Thursday, July 3, 2008

More Hellboy appearances



Hellboy meets Chuck



Hellboy meets American Gladiator



Hellboy meets kittycat

According to AICN there'll be teasers with The Office, Heroes, and Law & Order before next week's release.

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Monday, June 2, 2008

Venture Brothers Season 3 Premiere

WTF?

Well, the Venture Bros. returned to Adult Swim for a third season last night. Or at least the Monarch and Dr. Girlfriend did. Apart from Brock Samson's arm hanging out the window of his '68 Charger, the episode is all about every nerd's favorite arch-villain, the Monarch.
There is such a thing as too much Monarch.

I like the squeaky-voiced arch-nemesis of Dr. Venture as much as anybody- he's easy to relate to, as an obsessed raving lunatic with bumbling henchmen who foil his every plan. Maybe that says more about me than it does about the Monarch. And how can you not love Dr. Girlfriend, with her froggy voice (you can't call it husky like Kathleen Turner's) and Jackie Onassis bod? There's a doctoral thesis about Dr. G waiting to be written, about why nerds are so drawn to a slinky cartoon gal voiced by a guy. Liberal arts majors take note.
I'm with Brock on this one. Tranny.

The show was funny but disappointing in some ways- I don't like how they're concentrating on the Monarch, Dr. Girlfriend, Phantom Limb and the Guild of Calamitous Intent again. I thought that story arc was done in Season 2? It's too bad Stephen Colbert is too fucking big to voice Dr. Impossible again (or even answer Jackson Publick's calls) but can't we find out more about Dr. Venture's li'l brother? I know he'll be back this season, but the show is at it's best when we're seeing the neurotic and hapless antics of both Dr. Venture and the Monarch, or at least having them both make an appearance.
Everyone's favorite henchmen

One of the best shows is still "Tag Sale! You're It!" where the Monarch and Dr. G show up at Venture's yard sale of doomsday devices to avoid bankruptcy. We're starting to dip into dangerous fan service territory. Seeing the Moppets cock-punch the entire gang of Monarch henchmen was gratifying, and the Guild Council was pretty funny, but I'm hoping this is the last of the all-Monarch episodes. He's a great character, but he needs his foil, Dr. Thaddeus "Rusty" Venture. Admittedly we do see a few shots of college-age Venture, and the show was still quite good. Here's hoping that like The Sopranos, the season opener isn't a harbinger of the whole season, and that they're saving the best stuff for later.
Just one jaw-dropping surprise in the show's pants.

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Friday, May 30, 2008

The Lost Season 4 Finale - What's in the box?

Everyone who watches Lost, male or female, has experienced blue balls. The scriptwriters are masters of misdirection worthy of David Copperfield, who once moved the Statue of Liberty, which is on an island. He didn't move the island, he had the audience on a slowly rotating platform so they didn't realize they had moved. It wasn't that great a trick if you ask me. Claudia Schiffer must be sapping his essence.
Pop goes the island

The other night on Lost, they moved the island. It wasn't quite the release that we'd seen in previous season finales, such as when they discovered the hatch and opened it, or when they didn't enter the numbers and the hatch caused an electromagnetic anomaly and made Desmond unstuck in time, or last season when they flashed forward to seeing Jack and Kate off the island. But it was fucking awesome.

They'd long hinted that the island was mobile, or surrounded by a space-time anomaly, or something similar that made its location difficult to reach by conventional means; helicopter pilot Frank found that the only way to reach it was to follow a precalculated bearing and ignore your senses. Faraday's time rocket experiments on the island reveal that time behaves differently there. Even beforehand, once they met the Others it was constantly hinted that escape and rescue were impossible due to the nature of the island.

Last night blew all that away. Many of the show's detractors pine on the idea that the writers have no idea where the story is going, and I think that's not only true, but the show's strongest point. It's led to some forgettable episodes like that Tales from the Crypt-esque Exposé with Nikki and Paulo, and the unfortunate end to my favorite character arc, that of Mr. Eko. But on the other hand, we've gotten a "riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma" story that just keeps on giving. If you harp on past mysteries like "what is the black smoke," you'll be disappointed. If you enjoy the sense of wonder the show gives with having almost anything happen within a certain wavy set of rules, there is no better show on television.
He may look like a bug-eyed hedgehog, but he is a bad-ass

Ben has quickly surpassed Locke and Sawyer as the most interesting character on the show. Locke first appealed as a sort of shaman survivalist and is still living proof of the island's miraculous power; Sawyer is still the show's greatest source of comic relief, even if he's slipped a bit from bad boy to the good guy and reluctant hero, snatching that away from the whiny and driven Jack. Benjamin Linus began as an infiltrator we despised, oh how we wanted Locke or Sayid to paint the walls with his brains! But he has grown to have such depth, and such a wry sense of humor that it's impossible not to admire him if only for his Machiavellian cunning.
Wait, who's behind the bomb?

The show also rarely cheats; if we see a gun in the first act, it will go off by the third act. This time the gun is a huge chunk of C4 on the rescue freighter, and the writers do not disappoint us with a red LED timer that stops at 00:03 thanks to the gumption of our wily protagonists. They sometimes play fast and loose with the technical aspects. For example, Keamy, the psycho mercenary sent to hunt down Ben, has a transmitter on his bicep that will detonate the bomb if his heart stops. When he follows Locke and Ben into the deep underground chamber, the Orchid hatch where the mechanism to move the island resides, there's no way the transmitter would send through hundred of feet of rock and topsoil. Of course, the island may exhibit strange properties that allow this. I would have liked Michael, tending the bomb as one last act of redemption for murdering Linda and Ana-Lucia, to have set it off manually. After all he has little to live for now that Walt won't talk to him.
"And then the Texan says 'Remember the Alamo!' and throws out the Mexican!"

We got a lot of fan service this show but it was deftly handled. Kate & Sawyer get one last kiss, and a whisper we'll be wondering about. I must say I laughed when their chopper was running out of fuel and they cut to Hurley when Frank said they needed to lost a few hundred pounds to make it. He's been one of the funniest characters and now he doesn't even have to say a word to get a laugh. It's been refreshing to see a huge hairy fat dude and and a hawk-nosed bald guy star in a show that is otherwise crammed to the gills with six-pack abs and eye candy. It's part of what gives the show its character.
"Freckles, I faked all my orgasms."

We also get to see Sayid, eye candy for girls and combat candy for guys, beat the living shit out of Keamy in one of the show's best-choreographed fight scenes. Usually we have two brawlers going at it, now that superhuman Ethan is gone, but two trained fighters was a treat. Nice touch having him get stabbed with his own knife, too. Another fun bit of action was when the Others took out Keamy's squad by the chopper; we hadn't seen the Jungle Others or "Other Others" as I like to call them in a while; they took out the mercs with tasers, bolos and grenades- apparently trying to take out the chopper as well. They went down like Reepicheep was after their ass (see the Prince Caspian movie for details).
Yay, blood!

And while they gave us one hell of a cliffhanger (what's in the booox!?!) they tied so many loose ends this time around that you can't give the usual complaint that nothing happens. Penny and Desmond are finally reunited, in a touching scene; I doubt it will be the end of that story arc, since Widmore is still out there. We also get to see what happened to Jin, though I have a feeling he's in the water surrounding the shipwreck after the explosion.
Penny, like the viewers, I have a 4 year case of blue balls.

We also find out how Ben got off the island to do his work against Widmore & company with Sayid, and why he was wearing a parka in the desert when he showed up. Moving the island from that hieroglyphic-marked chamber sent him there, leaving Locke to lead the Others. The big reveal at the end tells us that will be short-lived.
Sweet dreams, Mr. Clean

According to TVIV, the alternate endings hinted about were ruses in case it got leaked-
In addition to the televised ending with Locke in the coffin, two more possible endings were shot, likely as misinformation so that the true ending would not be leaked. These endings were broadcast the morning after season finale on Good Morning America, one showing Sawyer in the coffin and the other showing Desmond.
Just imagine the pranks you could have played with that Sawyer clip. The collective scream of female Lost fans keening out from across the country would have been deafening. Though admittedly, I'd have missed his attitude and the nicknames he gives everybody.

Of course we have some new mysteries; what happened to Locke? Did Michael and Jin die in the explosion, or where they saved by Jack's Ghost Dad? Is Sun working with Mr. Widmore against Ben, or is she planning to betray him? Does the island want everyone back, including Walt and Aaron? Can't they just move the island like Ben did and get pooped out in the Sahara? Why does that Aussie chick from the freighter look like Rocky Dennis from Mask?

All this and more next September... and I'm sad to see a sixth season mentioned. I really liked the idea of a 5-season encapsulated series. Good stories have endings. And they aren't too long.


Catch up on Lost, you loser!

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Friday, May 23, 2008

A Collective Squeal Echoed Across Manhattan

The season finale of Grey's Anatomy was last night. I'd never watched the show before, but Firecracker missed it to watch Indiana Jones and the Shark-Jumping Directors last night, so I sat and blogged my nerdrage while she watched it.

Not a bad show. I enjoyed the subplot about the idiot kid encased in concrete the most- technical stuff, of course. Guy fodder. They stuffed in some Star Wars references to keep guys from groaning. The drama wasn't bad. I liked the bit with Amy Madigan as the shrink, talking to the surgeon.

The ending, where McDreamy meets the surgeon broad on the hilltop he wants to build a house upon, and kisses her, was suitably romantic for the gals who worship this show. I can tell because a collective squeal echoed up the canyons of Manhattan and was even heard up here in Hamilton Heights. Alexander Hamilton's mansion, raised up in prep for moving, teetered on its supports as their high-pitched keening was absorbed into the atmosphere.

It's not my kind of show- if I gotta watch doctors, it'll be Scrubs- but there are worse things to be trapped on a couch in front of. At least it wasn't American Idol.

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Sue Simmons Swears by the Seashore

NBC anchor Sue Simmons dropped the F-bomb live TV the other night.







It's actually pretty funny, and I wonder what happened to make her say it. The Gothamist has a few links to other mishaps like falling out of a chair, and the last time someone got fired for saying "fuck" on TV. I doubt Simmons will be fired, nor do I think she should be.

Hell, she has much better composure than Bill O'Reilly, who flipped out over the term "play us out." From the hair it looks pretty old, but he's still a nasty S.O.B. on the air. I was sorely upset when Colbert had him on the show and he pussyfooted around him and kissed his ass. He's the king of TV douchebaggery.



As far as I'm concerned the FCC should forget the decency crap. I wanna watch It's the Motherfuckin' News, You Broke-Dick Egg-Sucking Dog! as read by incontinent crazy old men from their porches with shotguns across their laps.

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Monday, May 12, 2008

I'll Sleep When I'm Dead - The Dirty Life and Times of Warren Zevon

When you read a book about a celebrity you love, you expect them to have feet of clay nowadays. Crystal Zevon's biography of Warren does not disappoint. You get to see the Excitable Boy in all his raving glory, and the pain he left in his wake. You learn the stories behind Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner, Lawyers, Guns and Money, and of course, Werewolves of London. It has all the debauchery you'd expect from a hard-living party animal of the 70's, "painted in the corner of a limousine," the tortured artistry of a musical Hemingway, and the difficulty friends and family had living with it all.

The book is an easy read because it's constructed mostly around interviews with people who knew him. Each chapter begins with a short introduction, and then cuts to related anecdotes and remembrances, so it feels like you're reading the script to a documentary. I enjoyed the style, and was surprised to find out how many artists I admire who were friends and fans of Warren. It shouldn't have been surprising, given the literary tone of his songwriting.

He was a huge fan of hardboiled fiction, whether it was Norman Mailer (he stamped and mailed her, she said so long, Norman) or Ross MacDonald, James Crumley, or Carl Hiaasen. He became good friends with Hiaasen, one of my favorite authors and journalists. The cover photo of "Mutineer" was taken when they were out fishing for bonefish and tarpon. I think I like Hiaasen's recollections of him best; he has the perspective of distance.

Zevon's family, like any family who has to deal with a serious alcoholic, is coming from the point of view of the wounded, even if they've forgiven him since. In fact, he reminded me of my own father a lot- the narcissism masking a deep self-loathing or feeling of inadequacy, which manifested itself in a macho persona defined by sexual conquests, belittling those around him, and a fierce self-centeredness. It was all so familiar that he became the antagonist of the story for me, while I empathized with Jordan and Ariel, his children.
Springsteen on the VH1 special

Lawyers, Guns and Money was truer than I could have ever imagined; when I first discovered his albums, I thought he effected the persona of a James Bond type, like in the Envoy. His world involved seedy bars, mercenaries, criminals and wildmen. In reality, his father "Stumpy" Zevon was a small-time gangster who certainly kept his son flush with money, if not lawyers and guns when necessary. When in Spain, he played in a bar he met a soldier and came up with Roland; stories like "Jungle Work" probably sprung from the same place.

"Enjoy every sandwich, I guess."

I also watched the VH1 special "Inside Out" on the making of his final album, The Wind, after he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It's a great companion to the book, which has interviews with Dave Barry and Billy Bob Thornton- both appear in the special. Dave Barry suggests that he get a tattoo, since he'll regret it for the rest of his life. Bruce Springsteen shows up to do a rip-roaring solo in "Disorder in the House," with lyrics so funny that he can't even sing along. "Even the Lhasa Apso looks ashamed" was the zinger. It was a parting shot at W's regime, and with lines like "the less you know, the better off you'll be," he and Jorge Calderon pretty much hit the nail on the head when it comes to defining the past 8 years of politics. The DVD has a bunch of extras, including uncut interviews with Warren and music videos; I believe its out of print, but I got it on Amazon for $13 shipped, sealed. A must have for the Zevon fan.



The man may not have been a headless Thompson gunner, but he led an adventurous life and certainly lived it as he sang it. His songs speak to you on a visceral level, echoing the prose of the hard-boiled tales he liked so much. I wonder if he ever read any Andrew Vachss, just about the only writer who goes places that might have been too dark for Warren Zevon. Carl Hiaasen was a perfect match- the blackest of humor with a glimmer of hope, carrying the torch and looking for a better way. Hunter S. Thompson was another close friend, which didn't surprise me at all.

Photos of him shooting off huge guns somewhere on HST's compound seem oddly fitting for a guy who was scorned for an album cover that had a pair of ballet shoes next to a machine pistol, spent shells everywhere. Bad Luck Streak in Dancing School is still one of my favorite albums, from the whimsically cynical "Bill Lee" to the classic "Play It All Night Long," the cute and catchy "A Certain Girl" and the heart-wrenching blues song "Bed of Coals," it's a classic rock album of the 80's with a tone like no other.



The book tells his rise from songwriter (he wrote "He Quit Me" from Midnight Cowboy) to bandleader for the Everly Brothers, something I never would have suspected. His "Piano Fighter" days of hammering out tunes in bars in Spain and elsewhere, his meetings with Stravinsky as a young piano player, and how friends like Jackson Browne fought hard for him and helped produce his records, are all documented here. It doesn't gloss over the rough times in the late 80's and early 90's, when I think he was doing some of his best work, and sales nosedived. Mr. Bad Example is one of my favorite albums, with the ultimate break-up song "Finishing Touches," with lines like "I'm sick and tired, and my cock is sore" and "you can screw everybody I've ever known, but I still won't talk to you on the phone," and so on- I was shocked to find it's out of print and selling for big bucks.



Thankfully Rhino is releasing it in June. Pre-order here.


The book contains many snippets of his journals, including many personal and revealing entries. So while you won't get an autobiographical "confessions of an excitable boy," you do get an insight of what it was like to be him, and what he went through. His ashes were scattered, so us fans don't have a gravestone to put shell casings or little werewolf figures on; maybe we can all go for a beef chow mein at Lee Ho Fook's someday. The Soho one. In the rain.


Whether you're a rabid fan or a casual one, the book is an unflinching look at the man and his life, without veering into "Doors movie" territory that was best described by Denis Leary: I'm drunk I'm nobody, I'm drunk I'm famous, I'm drunk I'm fucking dead. Thankfully Warren led a more colorful life than that, and while parts 1 and 2 might describe a few early chapters, there's plenty in here to keep you chuckling and shaking your head. He was one of a kind, and if you only know his hits, you'll find by delving into his albums that he was a singer-songwriter who was hard to match.



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Monday, April 21, 2008

John Adams

If you haven't watched the HBO miniseries on John Adams, you certainly missed out on something interesting to watch during the Lost hiatus. Paul Giamatti played the man who would be the second President, and did so well that he's likely a shoo-in at the Emmys. Next best was David Morse as George Washington, who played the reluctant President to perfection. Laura Linney is also excellent as Abigail Adams, and Tom Wilkinson plays Ben Franklin decently, but he just sort of pops in to quote famous lines most of the time, which cheapens the show; as cool a cat as Ben was, this story's much better after he's gone.
No fucking Merlot!

At 7 episodes of anywhere from 45 to 90 minutes long, it's a bit overlong, and spends too much time in France. We meet many of the heroes of the American Revolution, and for once without mythic robes hiding their feet of clay. John Adams, the brewer, was one of the most radical of the bunch and they do show him inciting a mob to tar and feather a merchant. When John Adams is in his 90's, before the country has had its 50th birthday, he's already grousing that the real history of the Revolution is lost in shrouds of patriotic bunting. That the signing of the Declaration of Independence was not a gallant meeting, but completed over months as the signers scurried into Philadelphia like rats under cannon fire at times.
Enough with the fucking aphorisms already, Franklin!

Alexander Hamilton's Federalism, which is the government we have finally inherited, is given a good bit of criticism and they don't gloss over the fact that the states and statesmen hardly all agreed on the best form of government. The Alien & Sedition Act, the Patriot Act of its day, is mentioned as a stain on Adams' presidency, and his stormy relationship with Jefferson takes up most of the final episode. They overdo the bit of trivia that both these statesman, the last of the Founders, died on the same day- on the 50th birthday of the country's Independence, July 4th 1826. They spend a great deal of effort showing the difficulties of colonial life, such as the primitive state of medicine, and how fantastic the inventions of Jefferson and Franklin seemed at the time.

There is also family drama, and we are unfortunately shown just how passionate Mr. Adams felt for his wife Abigail when she meets him in France, when a polite camera panning away from the scene would have been much kinder to the statesman, Paul Giamatti, and our retinas. Thankfully they drew the line at showing founding father fanny.

In the end, I'm glad I watched all 7 or 8 hours of it. The costumes and make-up are pretty amazing, made to stand up to Hi-Def scrutiny. It's good to see our country's most hallowed tales be told with realism and honestly, less bullshit. It's not perfect, but it's a very good mini-series and I hope it was successful enough that HBO does more historical series of this type. Especially the Pacific Theater "Band of Brothers" we've been teased about for years.

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Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Venture Brothers returns June 1st; and got leaked

Adult Swim's April Fool's joke this year was to leak rough cuts of Season 3 opener of Venture Brothers, and the premiere of a new show called Superjail. They are without music or special effects, no clean-up, but damn, are they still funny. Venture Brothers creator Jackson Publick mentioned on his blog that he was embarrassed that they showed the rough work, but it looks decent enough. If you missed the sneak previews, they are probably available at bays wherever pirates gather, or where isos go to hunt.

By the way, I've always liked that nom de plume. He jacks in public. Ha, ha. Anyway, from his blog:

Sucker Punch!



For those who don't know, adultswim has made an annual tradition of screwing around with their programming for April Fools' Day, and this year they chose to broadcast "rough cuts" of some of their shows--including The Venture Bros. So if you were lucky/cursed enough to be watching adultswim this past Sunday night (I was neither), you would have been witness to the first 11 minutes of episode #28 ("The Doctor Is Sin") in its rawest form: a low resolution, straight-from-Korea "first take" with no sound effects, no music, and a ton of mistakes. Notorious perfectionist control freaks that we are, Doc and I were...somewhat less-than-thrilled when we heard the news (and even less than less-than-thrilled to have learned it from the viewers, not the network, and only after the fact). To us it was the psychological equivalent of having naked pictures of ourselves circulated on the internet. At first anyway. I've since warmed to the idea--because it reminds me that Adult Swim is a silly network that takes chances and has fun with itself, when I could have been working for some average, boring, anal network. Plus, if the message boards are to be trusted, you all seem to think we look nice naked...



Ironically, we turned the fully finished version of that self-same episode in the very next day. There are horror stories to tell about the production mishaps that plagued it from script to final cut (and all points in between), but those can wait to be bitched about until it airs for real...



Anyway, the aforementioned production problems and a couple of untimely flus have put us slightly behind in post-production. We've fully completed three episodes to date, we're currently editing picture on the fourth (its next stop is the sound engineer), and we'll be starting the fifth this weekend. To give you an idea of how screwy the production order is this season, the first episode we turned in (#27) is going to air third or fourth, depending on how quickly we can rush #37--written eleventh and produced tenth, which we hope to air third but will probably air fourth--through post-production. The second episode we turned in (#29) was written third and produced second, but is going to air eleventh. The third (#28) was written second, produced third, and will air second. And #32, which was written and produced sixth--but will be edited fifth--is actually the premier episode of the season. I dare you to try to keep that kind of continuity conundrum straight in your head...



Somehow, in the midst of all of this, Doc and I are also expected to begin writing season 4 and producing the DVD set for the not-even-finished-yet season 3. And we've both been doing a little moonlighting--Doc's been making music and I'm doing some voices and a little writing for adultswim's forthcoming SuperJail series. It's been a busy month, yes...



And now, the News in brief...

ITEM: The Venture Bros. will premier on June 1st.

ITEM: Doc and I were interviewed in the sophomore issue of Comic Foundry magazine, which is now on the stands. Aside from a preoccupation with the recent "Stephen Colbert Incident" (and the fact that they refer to me as "Pollack" no less than three times), the 2 page spread provides a nice little preview of the upcoming season with only mild spoilers.

ITEM: Kid Robot has made some miniature Monarch and Dr. Girlfriend figurines, which will be available in mystery packaging along with like 16 other adultswim figurines. So good luck if you decide to buy one. Or two.

ITEM: Doc and I will be attending the Venture Bros. panel at the New York Comicon on Saturday, April 19th at 4:00pm. Urbaniak and Sinterniklaas will be joining us, and we're hoping to cajole a couple of other people into dancing into the fire with us. Honorary AstroBase Cadet Ken Plume will be moderating the festivities.

ITEM: Word has it we'll be attending the San Diego Comicon in July this year as well, adultswim having retracted their unofficial boycott. But it's too soon to know what we'll be doing there other than sweating and trying to find affordable Robert McGinnises.


Looks like we'll be seeing some old favorites and some new ones.

The opener is called "The Doctor is Sin," and involves Dr. Henry Killinger coming to help Dr. Venture turn his hapless attempts at running his father's superscience compound into success. Out of respect for JP and co., I won't post any screenshots here. They're unfinished anyway. The big stink in nerd-dom has been Stephen Colbert's refusal to voice Professor Impossible for the new season. James "Dr. Venture" Urbaniak put Colbert on notice, on his own board. Sorry to hear that Stephen is so busy that he has to leave the response to his minions. I find it odd that doing a half-hour show 4 days a week makes it unpossible to do a little voice work. He's doing voice work on next year's DreamWorks project, Monsters vs. Aliens, and maybe his manager is a prick. Either way, it's a shame that he's got time to do his Tek Jansen animated adventures and not Venture Brothers.

Before I forget, Superjail certainly has promise. I missed the pilot last year, but this one, "Superbar," was manic and bizarre. Sort of an insane Willy Wonka running a prison. The animation reminds me of Lynda Barry's stuff and it has a good edge to it. I'll need longer to see if the characters grow on me, but seeing a transexual juiced-up prison guard kill a giant squid with a ceiling fan is entertainment enough.

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Monday, March 24, 2008

Chiller Theatre (The TV show, not the convention)

Watching Night of the Lepus reminded me of one of my favorite TV shows as a child, the horror anthology on WPIX called Chiller Theatre. Nowadays it's easy to laugh at old horror movies, but when you're seven years old, the Wolfman is a terrifying creature, Dracula is a creepy old pedo and Frankenstein reminds you of your uncle Fiore stomping around in the cellar as he has his morning stogie. It is the stuff of nightmares.

Speaking of nightmares, I had one recently where me and some friends were hiking in a swamp, when a Giant Fucking Hand came out of the bog and grabbed somebody. Now where would imagery like that come from? Chiller Theatre, that's where. The show opened with a creepy claymation hand coming out of a well near a house, and as a kid it obviously burned its way into my brain:


Admit it, that is one creepy friggin' hand.

They mostly played movies with effects by Ray Harryhausen, the king of stop-motion animation. Classics such as The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms, which is about a dinosaur attacking New York City. It gleefully tromps down Broadway stomping people flat and eating them. We reenacted this numerous times with a plastic dinosaur and Star Wars figures. Lando never got a break. Everyone knows in the movies the Brother Always Dies First. One of my recurring nightmares as a child was of a T. Rex chasing me down East Centre Street, into a neighbor's yard where I cleverly jumped over a picket fence and hid.
Based on a Ray Bradbury story, the beast was released by an atomic bomb test, and predates Godzilla (even the awesome original Japanese version without Raymond Burr). Thus began a love for Harryhausen's work, especially Mighty Joe Young, which was usually shown on Sunday mornings because a helpful giant ape doesn't belong on Chiller Theatre.
They Hoover out your humerus in Island of Terror.

My all-time favorite stupid movie is 1966's Island of Terror, starring Peter Cushing. This one had a scientist on a remote Irish island trying to cure cancer. He inadvertently creates monsters called "silicates" that look like armored blobs full of spaghetti, with a vacuum hose trunk that sucks your skeleton out. It's actually better in many ways than your typical drive-in horror, as not all the characters are stupid. Except this guy, who tries to off one with an axe and gets too close.


I love how his friends don't even try to help.


The monsters make a delightful noise as they suck out your bones, with accompanying screams. We had loads of childhood fun chasing each other with the vacuum attachments with a sock on the end. Which in another kind of blog, might be a teenage masturbation aid. There's a full review of the movie over at Stomp Tokyo. It's not on DVD, so I'll spare you my musings on it. For now!

Another great favorite was Curse of the Mushroom People. The movie is actually quite good and has deeper meanings about survival, but as kids, who cares about that? We were scared shitless that our face was going to mutate like the poor bastards in this film. A group of Japanese tourists are shipwrecked on an island, on which there is very little to eat. Except mushrooms, which are everywhere. Soon those who eat them begin to show startling changes...
Aggh! Mushroom man!!

The story is told by a man in a mental institution, one of the survivors of the wreck, and of course when he's done with his tale that no one believes, he turns around and has a portobello-like growth coming out of his face. I wish I had a screenshot of that. His nose was all distorted up like a pig snout and me and my sister made that face at each other a lot. Thankfully our grandmother was lying when she said our face would get stuck that way. This seems to be on DVD, so you'll suffer through a full review sometime soon.

There's also a Chiller Theatre horror convention every year in NJ, and I think I'll join Darth Milk this year when he goes. Lou Ferrigno and Ernest Borgnine are going to be there. I need to get my photo taken with the Hulk, and well, Ernest Borgnine. Maybe I'll dress up like Marty.

Look out, ladies.

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

This... is... Serious!

We could make you delirious
You should have a healthy fear of us
Too much of us is dangerous!

We're not candy!
Even though we look so fine and dandy,
When you're sick we come in handy,
But! We're not candy!
Ohhhhhh no!




When I Was Your Age, We didn't have no Anti-Drugs. This was long before your brain on drugs was sunny side up with a side of bacon, and even before Nancy told us to just say No. They didn't even bother trying to keep us away from illegal drugs! They knew we'd be making supercollider megabongs in metal shop as soon as we hit high school, so they didn't even bother. Go ahead and play with your parents' funny-smelling pipe and the oregano hidden in the water clock, just stay away from the colorful little pills. They're not a natural high. I think that silly commercial even made us more interested in finding Grandma's magical talking pills.

That commercial even got referenced in a Busta Rhymes song.

The 70's and early 80's were a magical time. Sex was like a video game; if like Pac-Man, you got hit by one of the four ghosts of VD, the Clap, Space Herpes, or the Syph, you put in another quarter and got a shot at the doctor's, to start a new game. Then in 1985 the CIA invented AIDS and ruined it for all of us. Those were the days.

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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

There's a Ruckus in the Chuckle Patch

Hearkening back to my Sid & Marty Krofft tribute, I began to wax nostalgic about some other strange children's shows that helped warp me into the man I am today. The Kroffts had their own style, and their work is as instantly recognizable as a Rankin-Bass cartoon or puppet stop-motion movie, but they didn't have a monopoly on dementing our little brains.

The Magic Garden
Where the wacky tobaccie and mushrooms grow.

This was two hippie chicks on an acid trip where the flowers and squirrels and inchworms talked to them when they weren't plucking their acoustic guitars. It was actually quite well done for its time, with nicely built sets, and the gals actually played the music. IMDb tells me that the women were named Carole and Paula, and the squirrel was named Sherlock. I remember he was a little pain in the ass. Probably needed some "special" nut brownies. The chuckle patch was a quivering flowerbed they pulled corny jokes from, straight out of a psychedelic nightmare. Then there were the sunflowers, which nodded, and looked ready to take a bite out of you as soon as you turned around. I liked the inchworm, which despite being obviously operated by someone behind the tree, looked real to me.


Warning: Do not watch without toking.


The New Zoo Revue
Hot nostrils.

This show was about three merry animal stereotypes gallivanting about. Charlie the Owl was a know-it-all, and Henrietta Hippo was a snobby Southern belle who flirted with the Yankee carpetbaggers and drove them mad with lust. Freddy the Frog and the Owl would eventually experiment in college, and if you think I'm joking watch the clip. It is definitely not work safe, but then again what gay porn is? Right after this ends, Freddy took the elevator up into Charlie's treehouse and they released their pent-up feelings, and Henrietta is now on The View.


An infamous outtake. NOT work safe.



The Great Space Coaster
Love that headband.

The News with Gary Gnu! And Goriddle Gorilla, who is orange like the "gorilla" of The Banana Splits. And this was after Clint Eastwood made