Archive for June, 2007

If Things With Nicole Richie Don’t Work Out….

Saturday, June 16th, 2007

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Joel Madden does not suffer from a shortage of groupie love.

The Good Charlotte singer was quite the ladies man in Chicago on Friday night, where he DJ’d at Crobar.

We’re still calling bullshizz on the Nicole pregnancy rumors!

Canada Canada Canada!

Saturday, June 16th, 2007

The Queen has landed.

Perez is in Toronto for the MuchMusic Video Awards.

Movie Review: Lucky Number Slevin

Saturday, June 16th, 2007

Bruce Willis in Lucky Number Slevin

Describing Lucky Number Slevin is hard. I enjoyed it a lot, but discussing much of the plot would give too many things away. And there are really some nice surprises along the way. Even when you see some of them coming, the writer and director manage to yank the carpet out from under you all the same.

Bruce Willis, Josh Hartnett, Morgan Freeman, Ben Kingsley, Lucy Liu, and Stanley Tucci deliver great scenes, coming off as chilling and quirky.

Lucy Liu is a scene stealer in the early part of the movie, though. She pops into the neighbor’s apartment and bumps into Josh Harnett, who’s dressed in a towel for about a third of the movie. The dialog between them reminded me of the old Thin Man movies starring William Powell and Myrna Loy. It’s rapid-fire and witty, so you have to be on your toes to catch it all.

After a somber beginning about a chronic loser betting on a horse in a fixed race, the story picks up some twenty years later as two bookies are murdered. Later, Slevin (Hartnett) is mistaken for a man named Nick Fisher who owes the bookies money. Unfortunately, now the bookies’ bosses are trying to collect.

In short order, Slevin is taken to The Boss (Morgan Freeman) and is told he can pay up the $96,000 he owes, or kill the son of a rival crime boss. The rival crime boss is The Rabbi (Ben Kingsley), who later has Slevin kidnapped and brought in. Slevin is then told he has 48 hours to bring in the $33,000 he owes the Rabbi.

Things start to get complicated from there. Obviously the real Nick Fisher has disappeared. Lucy Liu determines that they should investigate and find out what happened to him, which provides for some really fun scenes between her and Hartnett. Then the police get involved, watching Slevin and trying to find out who he is.

Bruce Willis in Lucky Number Slevin

Through it all, Bruce Willis walks quietly and calmly, a professional hitman who has his own agenda and is orchestrating everything.

The directing, the looping of the scenes to play over things that weren’t brought out earlier, the flashbacks to earlier events, all play out really well. The movie also reminded me somewhat of Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction, which also played with time and sequencing of the stories.

Although the end bogs down a little as everything is explained, the trip leading up to it is great, and it was fun matching wits with the writer. I had some of the overall story figured out by then, but I was still caught unsuspecting twice!

Mel Odom is the author of over 100 novels. Winner of the American Library Association’s Alex Award for 2002 and runner-up for the Christy in 2005, he’s written in several genres, including tie-in novels for Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Without A Trace, and novelizations of Blade, XXX, and Tomb Raider. Thankfully, he’s learned to use his ADHD for good instead of evil.

Summertime Classic: Super Soaker Oozinator

Saturday, June 16th, 2007

Vigorous pumping action required.

Runtime: 16 sec

Cannon fodder

Friday, June 15th, 2007

I’ve previously written about my little World of Warcraft problem, which cost me a summer. My latest, greatest productivity killer is called Tower Defense.

towerIt’s not one game really, but rather a genre of videogames in which the objective is to place and upgrade a series of automated kill-bots (towers) in order to obliterate wave after wave of bad guys (creeps). The latest incarnations are all Flash-based, which is uniquely insidious. Normal videogames can be wiped from your hard drive; these games are always just a click away in your browser.

The best Tower Defense games are made by Paul and Dave, who recently quit their “day” jobs to devote themselves to ruining productivity on a full-time basis. Dave’s Vector TD is free for the cost of a Orbit gum commercial, and is fairly classic, with a series of maps that constrict the creeps’ path (and limit tower placement). Paul’s Desktop TD is a good example of the “mazing” or “freeform” variety: on a blank field, you use towers to herd and direct the creeps to their death. It’s crazily popular because it offers the illusion of optimization. It seems like there should be one ideal map, which keeps you playing and testing — and going back to the discussion boards. But any small change in the underlying variables would ruin the winning strategy.

The genre isn’t new by any means. Starcraft introduced the Protoss Cannon — generally the cheesiest way to win any fight — while Warcraft III’s development system led to a lot of good Tower Defense games. Flash Element Tower Defense is probably the closest incarnation.

Why do I bring up Tower Defense, other than to derail other screenwriters’ productivity?

Well, it occurred to me, “What would the movie version of Tower Defense be like?” Is it a castle siege movie? An Aliens movie? A zombie thriller? And then it struck me.

It’s 300.

You have wave after wave of differently-styled Persians channeled through a narrow opening, no consideration to their lives. You have the towering Spartans, who simply defend their position and watch the bodies (literally) pile up. Just like in Tower Defense, the big worry is whether there will be a leak. From the beginning, you know eventually the defense will fail. The creeps will win; it’s just a matter of when.

This isn’t a slam on the movie, really. 300 knew what it was doing, and did it admirably. But watching it, I kind of felt like the guy invited over to check out the latest XBox game on the big screen, only to find his friends unwilling to give up the controllers. It was still exciting, but not quite the experience I’d wanted.

In terms of videogame addiction, Tower Defense is a lot less dangerous than WoW. For starters, there’s a “pause” button, so it’s possible to answer the phone. It’s also short. A game is five or ten minutes. The open-endedness of WoW is what’s cost people their careers. Tower Defense is like a twitchy Mine Sweeper, or Sudoku without the false sense of being good for you. It’s a time suck, though, which is part of why I’m writing about it. Having explained it, I probably won’t want to play it as much.

Probably.

Ultimate Stop Motion Drunk Ownage!

Friday, June 15th, 2007

Ultimate Stop Motion Drunk Ownage!

New Nelly Furtado Video

Friday, June 15th, 2007

Here is the new Nelly Furtado video directed by Jesse Dylan (Bob’s son ajd Jacob’s brother). This video was shot over 2 days in Los Angeles (sort of). The scenes at the beach were shot at El Portal beach near the LA Airport. (Nelly was in make-up at 2:00am and in the water at 5:00am for these sunrise shots). Everything else was shot at El Mirage Dry Lake Bed Northeast of Los Angeles.

How do I know all this? Our webmaster was the 1st Assistant Director. . .

Alan Thicke Ruins Las Vegas

Friday, June 15th, 2007

Las Vegas courts the creepy father demographic by using Alan Thicke as a pitchman.

Runtime: 1 min 6 sec

Classic Movie Remakes … by Steven Seagal

Friday, June 15th, 2007

Hi kids, it’s me, Steven Seagal. If you haven’t heard of me, then that means your pussy-ass parents wouldn’t let you watch my movies. And they’re probably right, cos if you saw even a fleeting moment of some of my bad-ass martial arts moves, your head and testicles might explode out of pure envy.

Anyway, as I was lying on my bed of platinum mastercards laced with cocaine and beautiful women, I started thinking about movies that didn’t have my name above the title and I realised that they’re all boring pieces of crud-munching garbage. And then it hit me, faster than a knuckle-dropping karate kick into my enemy’s groin: I should remake every film ever made and make them a hundred times more kick-ass.

Much like the God of people fashioned humans in his own image, I, Steven Seagal, will form movies in… God’s image. Mine, that is. “And it will be awesome,” I said to the hot naked chick who rested on my thighs. “You’re so amazing Steven,” she probably said then. “I wish I looked like you.” They always do, chicks. And I always do THEM. That’s a little joke of mine, feel free to use it. And by feel free, I mean try it and I’ll fucking rip your kidneys out and feed them to my she-bitches.

So once a week, I’ll deliver to you, via The CinemATTIC, a few boring-ass movies that need a bit of Seagal-ification. That’s my word, don’t even think about re-mentioning it, fucker.

This week: Titanic

Bird Tennis

Friday, June 15th, 2007

An absent minded chicken mistakenly serves up chicks instead of tennis balls.

Runtime: 30 sec