Simply put, Nicolas Cage is one of the worst actors ever (IMHO). He seems to have this very dopey, naïve, indelicate grasp on the concept of acting. The ham over fist method, if you will. All of his performances in general leave me with the impression that he’s in pain, or having some serious gastrointestinal problems. In fact, if he were to ever put out a memoir, I wouldn’t be surprised if he admits to basing all of his performances on different forms of internal agita: gas, heartburn, colon cancer.
However, I saw the remake of The Wicker Man, and I gotta say—I almost dig him now, because it’s clear the guy is FUCKING BAT SHIT CRAZY. And I love crazy people.
The movie overall is totally idiotic and hysterical. Plus Nicolas Cage does to Leelee Sobieski what we all dream of doing. Check out these brilliant clips and I’m sure you’ll agree.
A nimble blur of mutant sludge is the latest cinematic export from Korea to put the American horror genre on notice. The Host has been sliming its way to the top of the festival circuit for the past year, creating serious buzz while being singled out for its unique fusion of comedy, socio-political commentary, and balls-out horror. It even hit Art Forum’s radar, garnering the cover of this month’s issue. So yeah, this baby seems to have legs. And if the trailer is any indication, some pretty creepy-ass tentacles as well.
Tracks from The Arcade Fire’s next album are starting to leak...this one I was able to pluck from the ether and kick up to sendspace for your enjoyment. I have to say the song is pretty amazing - a darkly buoyant piece of peculiar pop that hinges upon a plaintive children’s chorus and an unexpected change in tempo midway through that is nothing short of poignant and heartbreaking. Great, great tune.
The new trailer for The Fantastic Four: Rise of The Silver Surfer is online, and while I’m confident the director is working overtime in order to make absolutely sure it sucks as much as humanly possible (the previous one was a complete joke) I couldn’t help but look at the upshot--from the looks of this one, the sequel could actually provide rich fodder for some pretty juicy Slash fiction. I mean check out the set up: you’ve got the liquid-cool, impassive surfer being pursued by that cocky, hot-blooded F-stick The Human Torch (Chris Evans)...like all the way up into the heavens and whatnot. It's ebony and ivory for the 21st Century, y'all!
Hola, folks …Creepy Little Boy here. Kneel before my nose-picking, crotch-gazing insouciance! And yeah, it’s true--I’ll be blabbing a bit while Jason chafes elbows with the glittery literarians down south, so bear with me while I attempt to get my blogging sea legs. Anyway...as I was saying....