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With a Jolt, My Mind Awakens….Chapter Fifty-Two: You Need a Sturdy Shovel if You are Stranded in a Snowglobe for 25 Years…

…or if you are stuck like Vincent Price to flypaper in one of the internet’s most profound memes/television’s most noteworthy series finales.

May 25, 1988: On this date, the final episode of the NBC medical drama, “St. Elsewhere”, concluded in startling fashion. To summarize, the entire six-season run of this bizarre, thoughtful, and cerebral production, starring William “Mr. Feeny” Daniels, Ed Begley, Jr., Howie “Don’t Touch Me” Mandel, Mark “I Can’t Believe I Did An Entire Episode of this Show In Which the Dominant Plotline was Snagging My Wang in My Pants Zipper” Harmon, and Denzel Washington, might have been the collective daydreams of an autistic child, gazing upon a snowglobe. This ending was one of the original WTFs of Primetime Debauchery, before “Lost”, “The Sopranos”, and “My Two Dads” attempted similarly shocking send-offs. I was 11 years of age at the time (mayhaps the ONLY 11-year-old interested in the program), and I wore a Cesar Romero grin on my face for a week. I may not exist. I may be a figment. The internet is loaded with explorations of every probable & possible nuance/connection/extension of this maze. I have done some mighty traveling up and down these lanes.

Geez. Good TV. Rod Serling would’ve been proud.

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Friday Night Flix: The Good, The Bad, The Weird

GBW3Welcome to Friday Night Flix, where there’s never a need to leave the couch or put on pants. Each week I’ll recommend an under-the-radar movie currently available on one or more of the major streaming platforms. They won’t all be classics, but every selection is guaranteed to be 100% watchable or your money back.

This week was supposed to be Bad Kids Go to Hell, a movie whose irreverent red band trailer had me sold long before I ever pressed play. Then my man Kentucky Jay had to go and ask me about it in the comments to last week’s post, forcing me to punt. CUZ THEM’S THE RULZ, BOY.

GBW2Happily The Good, the Bad, the Weird (Netflix, Youtube) was not a bad fallback. I saw The Good, the Bad and the Ugly a long time ago when I was was working my way through Eastwood’s canon. They all kinda run together in my head, but I’m fairly confident The Good, the Bad, the Weird is not merely a Korean retelling of the classic spaghetti western, though it obviously draws heavily from it. The plot is totally straightforward – various groups chase a treasure map while shooting at each other – but there’s a wickedly complex backdrop at work that gives the whole thing an almost academic flavor. I don’t know much about Manchuria (except its penchant for producing excellent candidates), so a lot of the historical setting was lost on me. But I assume it’s very interesting to those who are, you know, interested in that stuff. (Ignorance isn’t necessarily bliss, but it’s so very, very easy.)

GBW4Aside from epic shootouts and an exhausting 15-minute chase scene, this movie’s main selling point is a fucking monster cast. If you’ve seen any Korean films at all you’ve probably seen at least one of the main characters of The Good, the Bad, the Weird. Unsurprisingly the standouts are Kang-ho Son (Thirst, The Host) and Byung-hun Lee (I Saw the Devil). It would take too long to confirm so I’ll just completely talk out of my ass and say this is the first movie those two have ever done together. BELIEVE IT. Also, each happens to be cast very much against type, which is way cool. Let’s hope it’s not the last time the collaborate. Better, Worse, Weirder, anyone?

GBW1Added bonus: I didn’t hear any vocals so I guess it’s more of a score than a soundtrack. Whatever it you call it, the music is awesome. It’s poppy and fun, adding just the right mix of excitement and irony to scenes of wanton death and destruction.

All Right, Who’s Ready To $pend An Untold Amount of Money on the GTA V Collector’s Edition? (Besides Me)

Video game companies must think we’re all suckers. Truth be told, they are spot-on with that assessment. They keep cranking out these massive special editions full of geegaws and whatnots, and we, the video game playing public, keep snapping them up. To what end? I’ve never used the GTA IV lockbox I got with that particular special edition, yet I’ve dragged it to four different apartments (NYC: We Move A Lot). I have so many art books I use them as coasters when all the friends I’ve abandoned to play video games come over to drink heavily.  Now it’s just de facto for any AAA-title to come out with the most overstuffed special edition (usually in tiers, as well, which leaves me in tears haha j/k) to try and pawn off on their particular niche.  The Call of Duty franchise is probably the worst offender. But don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Bioshock Infinite, Borderlands 2 or Uncharted 3.

Still though….Atomic Blimp. That’s mighty tempting.blimp

Keep your eyes peeled (or your browsers pointed here) for further announcements from Rockstar on the whens and (more importantly) the how muchs of pre-ordering your very own copy of Grand Theft Auto V.

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Collector’s Edition

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Special Edition

With a Jolt, My Mind Awakens…Chapter Fifty-One: Why?

I shall soon celebrate 20 years of unkempt, unruly, barbaric, bloodsucking, turbocharged facial hair growth — Inspiration? Christmas Day 1993: Ol’ Kentucky Jay hits the local movieplex to watch a Western…named “Tombstone”:












I was motivation in motion. I regret not being more attuned to black magic in the mid-90s to spiritually enhance the growth…By the by, I tried to get the moniker Texas Jack Vermillion to stick…I was more successful with the facial hair.

Xbox One Who Cares? There’s New Butcher Billy Art to Ogle: The Post-Punk / New Wave Super Friends

You may remember our Brazillian buddy Butcher Billy, from his previous appearances at Modern Borefare (Superhero Media Crossover Project, Clockwork Orange babies, The Smiths 8-Bit Makeover,  The Legion of Real Life Super Villains and Time Travelling Rock Bands) Well, he’s back again and none too soon! Copious ink will be spilled in the coming weks and months about the how’s and why’s of the Xbox One (359 less good than the current iteration, if I know anything about numbers) so let’s spend some time staring, mouths agape, at the latest rock n’ comics hybrid coming straight outta Curitiba, Brazil.
P.S. Sorry Billy, but this Saturday I’ll be rooting for MARK HUNT against who I presume to be your boy, Junior Dos Santos. Butcher Billy via Geekologie
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I’ll Bet if Joe Biden Ever Played Ni No Kuni, He Would Dig it

BidenNow that Joe Biden has firmly inserted himself into the realm of video game chatter, his chatter seems to be causing a stir. According to Politico, he wants to pass a bill taxing violent video games…and he sees no legal reasons not to do so.  Now, I know I’m just a history teacher and not a hot-shot Columbia lawyer (ed.note: what is this, your “aw shucks,maybe I’m not as smart as you city folk” routine?) but if my memory serves me right, I believe there is a law that would legally not let this happen: it’s called the First Amendment.  Didn’t the Supreme Court pass a bill stating this already?

“Like the protected books, plays, and movies that preceded them, video games communicate ideas — and even social messages — through many familiar literary devices (such as characters, dialogue, plot, and music) and through features distinctive to the medium (such as the player’s interaction with the virtual world). That suffices to confer First Amendment protection.”

The notion of taxing violent video games because they “may” be corrupting America’s youth is just absurd.  Also, who is Biden, or anyone else for that matter, to consider what art is good and which isn’t? What form of art is mildly violent or so violent it’s taxable?  I don’t feel anyone has the right to impose judgement values on others, and that we, the video gamers, should be financially punished for poor judgement calls. It is not the government’s place to decide what art is good and bad, and if it is somehow deemed bad, to tax it. (Sidenote: in calling video games an art form, why are violent paintings by, such as, never under the jurisdiction of the government. Check out the Renaissance painting Judith Slaying Holofernes by one of the few female artists of the time, Artemisia Gentileschi, and try to get Biden-style on that piece of artistic culture and history.)485px-Artemisia_Gentileschi_-_Judith_Beheading_Holofernes_-_WGA8563

By using Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 as an example, the link between violent video games and real life violence is quite minimal.  I am not saying that there is no connection, that would be way too ignorant, but I do believe it is quite minuscule.  My girlfriend (#humblebrag) asked me once while playing Black Ops, “Is there any game that you and your friends play where you don’t kill people?”  It took me a while to answer because most of the games out there that aren’t sport games do usually involve killing. Whether it be zombies in The Walking Dead, or little furry anime creatures in Ni no Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch. (side note, FFVII lovers pick up this game) Black Ops 2 made over $1 billion dollars in the first 15 days of sales; at $60 a game that’s 16.5 million games sold.  I find it hard to believe that 16.5 million players will now become violent offenders.  If that’s the case then he also has to pass a bill taxing comic books starring the Joker.  Or video games starring the Joker.  Or any movie that has a gun in it where people die.

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Nuketown IRL

The closest you can get to being in the game outside of becoming The Lawnmower Man or getting sucked into Tron. Now prepare to get killed 37 times in 5 minutes by nerds who happen to be wizards with shotguns.

via Kotaku

One-Touch Dekes and True Performance Skating

In this, EA’s second of their three part series showcasing new additions to NHL 14, we see one-touch dekes and an improved physics-based skating engine.  The one-touch offer a more user friendly way of pulling this maneuver by just using the left stick and one button.  As for the physics engine EA says it has “improved balance between speed and momentum, quicker pivots and enhanced lateral skating”  I added a video that Sportscenter made highlighting the best dekes.  Here is hoping that the NY Rangers can coerce Marek Malik out of retirement and use some of his magic against the Bruins.

With a Jolt, My Mind Awakens…Chapter Fifty: Ringside at the Kilmer-Jackson “Got Ya By the Eyeballs” Tournament of LTR/D2DVD Champions…

I found my ticket at the bottom of a box of Super Golden Crisp. I am Team Super Golden Crisp: FTF (Fry That Frog!)…

I am dedicated to Killing Time. Call me Sisyphus, but I consider the endeavor to be My Highest Calling. The Age of Current Existence beckons the mission. I’m not certain what time has on the agenda for me, but I know I’ll enter the Twilight Zone wearing my “The Outer Limits” t-shirt just so the Unfathomable Forces have a chuckle before beatdown/deification/inviting me to Infinite Brunch.

Last night, I dreamt a swarm of locusts would explode from my right eye whenever it opened. Peculiar? Not so much when you consider yesterday’s viewership of Samuel L. Jackson’s “Meeting Evil”, a flick I might subtitle “The Luke Wilson Tour Goes Kamikaze”. Sam knocks on the door, Luke answers, Superfly headlock on the Unfunniest Man from “Old School”, and adventures on the open road await!

Samuel L. Jackson is the Martian Manhunter of modern cinema, shapeshifting into any role with regal flair (minus the aversion to fire)…However, there is a challenger to this throne who has purloined the crown and demands combat via organized tournament format: the inimitable Val Kilmer.

THE KILMER-JACKSON “GOT YA BY THE EYEBALLS” TOURNAMENT OF LIMITED THEATRICAL RELEASE/DIRECT TO DVD CHAMPIONS!!!

*Note: all selections chosen randomly and watched in the order selected — re-arrangements would alter the course of the action and irrefutably the outcome — I invite criticisms/”What If”s/werewolf squid tossings, but the ideal response would be an alternate tournament of the critic’s architecture — I AM NOT ACCOUNTABLE FOR FATE; HE DOES NOT KEEP ACCURATE RECORDS (insert Mitch Hedberg joke here)*

Round One:
“The Traveler” (2010) vs. “Mother and Child” (2010): Long-maned Kilmer bothers the local constabulary for a payment of justice – Jackson is a lawyer wooing colleague Naomi Watts. Jackson’s movie has the stink of doom from opening credit to “No animals were harmed…”, and Kilmer enunciates riddles around the Ubiquitous Lawmen of Feeble Intellect (one of whom is Familiar Face ID# 71845-R, John Cassini, who endured the Andes and Ethan Hawke’s ego in “Alive”), dispensing death with every Sphinxian syllable. “Mother and Child” was predictable, Predictably, the kind of movie in which Samuel finds himself but could otherwise be replaced by Morris Chestnut or Blair Underwood. Kilmer strolls through Round One, Fight One, being so arrogant as to leave Samuel on the linoleum with a bloody lip and NOT going for the kill because, well, he’s Kilmer and that’s the Pez he Dispenses. Winner: “The Traveler”

“The Chaos Experiment” (2009) vs. “Cleaner” (2007): Kilmer wants to save the world, but he has to entrap Eric Roberts & Friends in a sauna to prove his mettle – Jackson mops up spilled blood and discovers a conspiracy in the pool of O-Negative. I liked seeing Jackson play relatively cool, and (pun intended AND inflected) Kilmer is outlandish yet plausible as he tries to suck every drop of Relatively Cool from his prisoners. The movies aren’t gold stars on either player’s resume, but they remain fun without being tedious. We need to turn to the supporting cast: Eric Roberts vs. Ed Harris. Sadly, Ed Harris wasn’t up to the fight, unable to channel a molecule of fist-clenched Brigadier General Francis X. Hummel, whereas Eric Roberts always smiles in the spotlight, grateful to remain on the radar, and seems to shine (HA!) in the steamroom. “Best of the Best”? No, but it’s better than “It’s My Party”. Winner: The Chaos Experiment

“The Thaw” (2009) vs. “Arena” (2011): I smirked like cocaine-snorting Harry Ellis (Hart Bochner in “Die Hard”) when this draw was born. Here we meet two familiar yet exhausted storylines: The Parasite that Wants to Eat Humanity vs. Gladiatorial Combat for the Bloodlust of the Digital Denizens. Kilmer seems to tackle roles in which his character wants to impart a significant lesson, so his portrayal of Dr. David Kruipen is but a photocopy of the Steamroom Sinestro, James Pettis. Jackson has admitted he feeds his need for “fun” roles rather gluttonously (“Snakes on a Plane”, “Deep Blue Sea”, “The Man”, “Farce of the Penguins”); he succeeds as the manipulator of the death games because he knows he must carry this movie to its terminus. Kellan Lutz and the supporting players are mundane as mummies, with Jackson keeping lit the fire. I was surprised that “The Thaw” was inferior to “Arena” because the arithmetic seemed to favor it; “The Thaw” is reasonably reminiscent of “The Thing” to be enjoyed, and “Arena” is “The Running Man” minus the smarm of Richard Dawson. Hence, “The Thing” beats “The Running Man”, no dispute. Kilmer’s villain seems breathless and bored, as if HE was in the steamroom, evaporating into delirium that “Real Genius II: Hathaway’s Revenge” turbocharged civilized standards five feet from Kilimanjaro’s pinnacle. Meanwhile, Jackson reminded me of Von Sydow’s Ming the Merciless in more than a handful of scenes. Winner: Arena

“Blood Out” (2011) vs. “The Samaritan” (2012): A felicitous episode of pugilism, as both movies feature our combatants at the middle rung of the oily, asp-entwined ladder to the Top of The Game…Kilmer is a human trafficker vs. a Cop Who is Putting Down his Badge for a While, and Jackson is Out of Prison and Up to His Old Tricks. The ballet of the performances between the two warriors is sublime – Both gentlemen know the limitations of the roles they’ve accepted and still manage to configure their atoms into flammivomous serpents of terror. Again, we meet movies that won’t register as word-of-mouth recommendations and won’t be mentioned in the eulogies, but the actors cannot be faulted for playing the game wisely, altho’ unilaterally. Remember: not every script presents a slingshot to the stars. <—Not wisdom, just spontaneous folly…just like these movies! A tough, long battle right to the end of the ten round limit, but…Winner: The Samaritan

Round Two:
“The Traveler” vs. “The Chaos Experiment”: No contest, referee stoppage in 19.5 seconds…Kilmer’s cop-haunting Mr. Nobody doesn’t sweat. Winner: The Traveler

“Arena” vs. “The Samaritan”: Hold the phone, hold the phone, shouldn’t “Arena” thrive in this environment? Wasn’t the movie tailor-made for this manner of belligerent symphony? I applaud the vim and vigor of “Arena”, but when you place the movie against Jackson’s “Coming Home Again” criminal mischief, the gladiator vibe gets swallowed whole without mastication, unceremoniously, noiselessly, a dignified dab of linen napkin to the corners of the mouth. Jackson is firmly immersed in his mid-60s, and “The Samaritan” seems to prove he does not require superfluous vocalization to exercise his right to survive, hit the red button, and launch. Winner: The Samaritan

Before we proceed to the final round, we cleanse the eyeballs with this randomly inserted animated sequence:

WE COOL NOW?

Final Round:
“The Traveler” vs. “The Samaritan”: Hey, man, I was Jim Morrison… When you are sitting ringside at a fight of this magnitude, you must remember to bring a tarp. Jackson broke Kilmer’s jaw, and the acid splashed onto my dungarees, sizzling a hole in my jeans. Heartbreaking! Kilmer spewed green mist into Jackson’s eyes, blinding him temporarily. Kilmer does not change his breathing patterns, regardless of the gig. He raises Jackson to his feet, and the two embrace. Jackson wanted a fight, but Kilmer wanted a Bad Joke Ending. “Bad Joke Ending?” exclaims Jackson? Kilmer raises his eyebrows and nods. They laugh like hyenas as Kilmer concedes the victory to Jackson. I won’t play spoiler, but “The Traveler”…yeah, we know where it’s going. Val is Cock-of-the-Walk, but he’s riding the stallion to a simple conclusion, one that tastes like Corn Flakes. “F*ck, man,” says Jackson, “I’m eternally Frosted Flakes”. Kilmer agrees. Hey, man, he was Jim Morrison…but he’ll never be Frosted Flakes. Winner: The Samaritan

Oh, right! The Bad Joke Ending! Well, kids, do you know what happens when Kilmer and Jackson embrace?

TRUE ROMANCE.

Friday Night Flix: Storage 24

Storage24-1Welcome to Friday Night Flix, where there’s never a need to leave the couch or put on pants. Each week I’ll recommend an under-the-radar movie currently available on one or more of the major streaming platforms. They won’t all be classics, but every selection is guaranteed to be 100% watchable or your money back.

This one feels like cheating because it’s been squarely on my scope for the last year or so. But I’m thinking you all may not have heard about Storage 24 yet. (Netflix, $3.99 on Amazon.) That’s great news for you because the universe of decent sci-fi horror is relatively narrow. If I had to guess I’d say it’s because quality sci-fi of any stripe usually requires a steep budget, and horror movies are famous for not needing to spend money to make money. So when a microbudget sci-fi horror flick turns out to be pretty good, it’s something worth celebrating. Huzzah!

Storage 24-3Storage 24 is far from perfect, but it’s a positive delight in many respects. The thing it does best is the ol’ turnabout. I won’t give anything away but I was definitely surprised by who made it to the end, and who ended up being the most useless character. Maybe the defiance of convention is just a product of British sensibilities, but whatever it is, it feels like a breath of fresh air after spending the night in a storage unit.

Storage24-2The creature (spoiler alert: there’s a creature) could have used a little more time on the drawing board, but you have to give it points for creativity. It’s got Oscar Pistorius blade feet things, spider leg mandible things, and sparkly, side-mounted eyeball things, suggesting it’s a distant relative of C.H.U.D. It’s like the director couldn’t decide between five different creature models, so he smoked a huge spleef and glued together his favorite parts from each. The end result isn’t original Predator bad, but…well actually, holy shit, that’s pretty much exactly what it is. Whatever.  Even if it appears gangly at times, Storage 24′s monster is certainly unusual and that alone is worth something.

Storage24-4Added bonus: No guns! I tried and failed to come up with another sci-fi horror movie that doesn’t feature a firearm of some kind. I dare you to try it. (Did you guess Alien 3? WRONG. Remember the very last scene?) Whether it’s space blasters, a dead security guard’s revolver or a fucking flare gun, there’s always a gun somewhere. You need it so that at the end the heroine can drag herself across the floor, grab it and shove it in the evil alien’s mouth hole while screaming, “ABDUCT THIS!” Not so in Storage 24. Our heroes make do with crowbars and steak knives. The movie even pokes fun at American audiences a little when one character finds a box imprinted with the silhouette of an automatic rifle. Inside? Toys! You humans and your guns.

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