Carl Weathers and Jesse Eisenburg spend all their time at the Money-Tree…so they can build a catapult! Or become mimes! Or liven up a stuffy high-class soiree with their wacky antics!
Carl Weathers and Jesse Eisenburg spend all their time at the Money-Tree…so they can build a catapult! Or become mimes! Or liven up a stuffy high-class soiree with their wacky antics!
This thread reeks of despair. After reading these anecdotes, my faith in humanity is shaken.
Oh, what a journey we've been on here. From psychobilly to confusion to pretension to the bitter rantings of the paunchy geek set, indeed it has been…some…brand…of adventure. Something died a little over those days, and now only those deluded lastie-seekers walk this abandoned thread, always chasing that lastie…
Space Courtesans. THAT should have a religion founded around it.
TOPICAL HUMOR
American Beatles, In Terms of Influence and post-career admiration
That's got to be either Iggy & The Stooges (paving the way for the entire punk rock movement) or The Velvet Underground.
I love that someone named poop dick is our advocate for literacy.
KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!
This twee-popularizing movement is starting to get really fucking insufferable. I mean, Juno, Garden State, this, those goddamned intolerable Comcast commercials, the popularity of Death Cab For Cutie.
Take her to a party…in space.
ZING!
How is this a thing that exists?
I don't know, all that work managing the League Of Calamitous Intent can drain a man.
Godard and Burian
It's almost entirely impossible, but Jean-Luc Godard, with his propensity for artful structuring and aimless dialogue, could do a pitch-perfect adaptation of Al Burian's "Burn Collector" series.
With that sensibility in mind, I've always found it woefully surprising that Elvis Costello and David Bowie had no collaborations, that could probably create an interesting end result.
Burn Collector
Al Burian's rambling zine of anecdotes and vignettes from an alienating, pop-culture saturated 90's could probably make a pretty entertaining series.
Given the patterns this year, I'm guessing next week's got Kid Congo Powers, Pam Grier and somebody in the Inkspots (for a fourth time). And Iggy Pop, unless he's already immortal.
Yeah, brosferatu. Brostradamus. Brobocop. Bro Diddley. Brocohantas. Brostoyevski.
Are You Guys…
Covering the music portion, or just the film festival?
You're all ignoring HOLLYWOOD SHUFFLE!