Sunday, October 21, 2012
Because we are living in the age when the pursuit of all values other than money, success, fame, glamour, has either been discredited or destroyed. Because we've gone too far with the drugs, darling, and while we know the best superstar is a dead superstar, we're hoping that you love us. Oh, and BTW...how do you like my UFO? 22 songs to get you dressed up, decked out, and make you a Party Monster. Sometimes Halloween lasts all year.
*Gif grabbed from Wisawall's tumblr.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
When I was a kid, one of my go-to staples from the library or video store was Tim Burton's live action short Frankenweenie (1984). Yes, live action. Yes, this is not the first telling of this story. Yes, there was a time when the short was packaged on its very own tape (it's shown up since in the special features on Nightmare Before Christmas). It was blue and pink, I think, perhaps in an effort to distract kids from the fact they were willingly entering into a black and white movie. I loved the original Frankenweenie, but even then it seemed conducive to something bigger. Given the right reasons, the right attention to style, there was room for more story, for more characters in that brief half an hour. Still, there was no reason for a larger arc to happen. If the new Frankenweenie hadn't come along, I'd probably have continued life perfectly happy with memories of the old one as a one-off, a nostalgia tinted early film from a now 'overblown' director. I'd have been alright, but, luckily, Disney and Tim Burton couldn't let Frankenweenie lie. They decided to resurrect the dog once again, and I'm insanely, dementedly glad they did.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
So, I ran across the premiere of "Halloween All Year" by Chicago garage band The Orwells on Pitchfork this afternoon and obviously had to continue along this path. The Orwells are apparently a band of 17-year old suburban kids, a little rough around the edges, perhaps, but certainly ambitious. Pair the glittery slasher track "Halloween All Year" with the telekinetic misery of poor, poor Carrie White, serve bloody.
Kendrick has a reputation as a capable actress, but here her self-aware, stiff, shoulder-chip style is so uptight it's nearly unbearable when she actually starts singing. She's singing through her teeth, standing like her ever-present headphones are plugged into her ass, and it's nearly impossible to buy into her as the fresh new presence in a stale old group. Of course, Chloe (Brittany Snow) and Aubrey (Anna Camp), the veteran pair heading up the Bellas are even more rigid. Simply put: Snow and Camp just don't seem young anymore. They look comparatively haggard when mingling with the new recruits, and the longer their characters cling to the failed 'old traditions' of the group, the more tiresome the film becomes. By the time we reach the inevitable final round of the competition, we know next to nothing about the characters, little about their motivations outside of the club, and so much has been left to brainless coincidence that the story is going through the motions straight through the forced musical numbers.