I am, of course, angling to get my grubby mitts on my own personal copy of this poster. But as it turns out, this time you can’t just buy the poster from Mondo (never the easiest task in the first place); no, this is a promo item created in tandem with Tugg (who?) to get the word out for self-hosted showings of the Japanese cult classice, Battle Royale.
Modern Borefare’s already thrown its reversible-Cthulu hat/mask into the ring to host a screening; more information if we actually manage to pull this off. Just in case, clear your schedule for the 2nd and 3rd Saturday’s of April. You’ve been put on notice; I WANTS THAT POSTER.
My previous post was subtitled “…Chapter Nine:…” – What happened to Chapter Eight? What happened to the Dufrenes?!? How can you blog at a time like this, when Chapter Eight is lost in the wilderness of Antarctic Hollywood with Anthony Hopkins, Liam Neeson, and Dennis Quaid staring slack-jawed and salivating like voracious Mumm-Ra underlings??!?!?! Hey, man, there’s a whole lotta smartness out there — Try not to get any of it on ya.
I finally watched “Battle Royale” – I sandwiched it sauerkraut-style between the fatalistically futilitarian “Knowing” and the Didn’t-the-80s-Just-Make-You-Feel-Like-a-Splattered-Baked-Potato-on-a-Windshield “Down and Out in Beverly Hills”. The movie filled me with the requisite joy and pluck to face forward and confront with raised eyebrow and twirly ‘stache that Infernal Racket-‘n’-Clamor that Man has Dubbed…TUESDAY. Tell me again about the appeal of this..this..Quentin Tarantino somethin’-or-other; I’m not certain I can wrap my mind ’round it…or my Fists of Fury.
I’m a notorious Disaster Movie junkie – Iced coffee and the End of the World <—-One Cancels the Other. IT DOESN'T END LIKE YA THINK IT DOES!! Movies like "Knowing" that can't creep through a midnight kitchen raid shouldn't be cursorily rejected for its prosaic storyline – just think of every new Disaster Movie as another Head of Tiamat or Tentacle of the Kraken (hey – another post in which the Kraken is namedropped – your interpretation of obsequiousness may ink your epitaph, but I'll be laughing on the Shoulders of Madness MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAH)
And so it goes.
Don’t worry people it’s totally not Battle Royale; it’s Avengers Arena duh. Tiny bow-tied jackass Arcade (I hated your level in every video game you’ve ever appeared in) somehow scoops up a bunch of teenage mutants, dumps them on Arcade Island (which is a thing now) and makes them hunt each other down. Which is not at all how things go down in Battle Royale. But, Marvel assures us, these deaths will be real and will matter. So…who can you name in the poster above? Would their real, permanent deaths affect your comic buying or reading experience in anyway?
Link via The Beat.