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Thoughts On All The Stupid Trailers At Once

  • If you do not plink on the piano in an ominous fashion to start your trailers, the movie cops come to your house and shoot you right in your cocaine.
  • Beeblebrox Castanet is sad, and wants to know things.
  • He learns things, and shaves.
  • But someone is evil, and has also learned things.
  • Burpandfart Crapandpiss doubts himself, but he is encourages by a Magical Negro.
  • Literally.
  • There is Inceptioning.
  • We end with a joke.

Odds I See This Film In A Theater 30%. I like the character, and I like Mads Mikkelson, who plays the bad guy, but I’m tired of people throwing computer graphics at each other.

  • I am standing strong on my “pass” on Eddie Redmayne.
  • His face is like a whimsical dodecahedron.
  • And the other guy, the fat guy?
  • Between the two of them, there’s a lot of theater-kidding go on in this trailer.
  • If you sang the first line of a Sondheim song, the two of them would finish it, in harmony, at the top of their lungs.
  • They’re desperate for more Harry Potter bullshit, except this one’s set in Depression-era New York instead of Magic Eton, and instead of cute kids and scenery-chewing veterans, it’s Colin Ferrell and Jon Voight and terrible CG.
  • The main guy loses some monsters and has to get them back or blah blah blah.
  • Basically Pokemon Go with wands.
  • We end with a joke.

Odds I See This Film In A Theater 1%. If Amanda Seyfried called and wanted to see it with me, I would go. Other than that, it’s not going to happen.

  • Yes, please.
  • Vietnam movie with a giant ape?
  • Viet Kong?
  • Yes, please.
  • Samuel L. Jackson and John Goodman glowering at one another, and then monsters vs. Charlie Company?
  • Again: yes, please.
  • Brie Larson is having a great year.
  • She won an Oscar, so now she gets to be a super-hero, and also the blonde lady in the monster movie who looks up at the monster.
  • “Blonde Lady Who Looks At Monster” is a coveted role in Hollywood, if you think about it.
  • I am, however, not buying Tim Higgledypiggledy as an action hero.
  • I am also not buying him as Taylor Swift’s boyfriend.
  • I will continue to buy him as Loki.
  • This film is apparently the first in what will hopefully be a series: the next one will star Godzilla*, and the third will be the showdown between the two.
  • Yes, please.

*I was wrong: that last Godzilla, the one he was in for eight minutes? That was the first, and it was so terrible I forgot it existed.

Odds I See This Film In A Theater 99%. If someone were to pay me a substantial-enough fee, or there were mutant bikers setting peacocks on fire outside my door the day I wanted to go, or my girlfriend Amanda Seyfried didn’t want to go, then I would forego seeing this masterpiece in the theater. Otherwise, the whole point of this movie is the big screen: King Kong’s all scaled up so he can fight Godzilla, and John Goodman’s in it.

  • This looks dreadful, but I am prepared to give it the benefit of the doubt having just seen The Man From UNCLE the other night, also directed by Guy Richie, and enjoying it throughly.
  • And I also liked Snatch and the first Sherlock Holmes movie, even though it made no sense.
  • King Arthur has a black friend now, played by Djembe Houston.
  • I am sure that the guy who is playing King Arthur auditioned for the par of Thor.
  • Is Jude Law the bad guy?
  • Is he Merlin?
  • Why are there elephants in England?
  • It is cold in England.
  • Elephants would die, especially in the past.
  • Why do you have elephants, King Arthur?
  • And do not tell me that the black guy brought them, because that is racist as shit, King Arthur.
  • Fuck you, King Arthur.
  • How’d you get to be king, anyway?
  • You all did the Monty Python bit, didn’t you?
  • Predictable.
  • King Kong>King Arthur.

Odds I See This Film In A Theater 10%. This seems like something CotD (Cousin on the Dead) would enjoy and he always buys the popcorn, so I’m going with 10%.

Any more videos will crash a page or two, so I’ll do the stupid DC movies in a separate post. Stay tuned, true believers!

Planet Dumb

Mickey once convinced his father to retool a music store into an all-drum extravaganza named Drum City. Mickey once made an album called Planet Drum. Mickey was not well-rounded.

The unholy spawn of Oates and Baba-Booey, Mickey Hart was the Other One of the Dead’s rhythm section. Astonishingly, he also manages to be the silliest man in a group full of deeply, almost constitutionally silly people. There are no stories concerning Mickey in any of the multitude of books about the Dead that do not end one of two ways: with fortunes disappearing in exceedingly foreseeable ways, or Mickey attacking another human being in public.

Money was allergic to Mickey, in the sense that anytime he got near any appreciable amount of cash, it would flee into the night, generally after gathering up any other money that just happened to be in the area. If Mickey had gone on a tour of San Simeon, it would have burned down immediately. We can only assume that, even though he grew up in the Bay Area, Bill Gates never happened upon Mickey Hart. We know this because had it occurred, Gates would today be gulping dongs to get paint to huff. Such is Mickey’s magic, because he thought big.

Rick Wakeman once took a book of finger-limbering exercises, renamed it after King Arthur, and rented a hockey arena so otherwise unemployable 35-year-old former Olympic ice dancing hopefuls could salchow their way through three hours of arpeggios played by a man in a spangly cape. Mickey thought Rick Wakeman was a piker. In 1984, Mickey spent 2.5 million trying to get all of Hands Across America to clap along to a 15-beat bouzouki rhythm. The album was never released.

As for the random–yet entirely predictable–violence, perhaps you’re saying, “But rock music has always been fraught with explosive personalities.  What about the fights between the Davies brothers or Daltrey and Townshend or Metallica and their reputation?” Yes, yes: all true. Except you will notice that the examples, and all the other fightin’ twosomes you’re thinking of are basically long-running personality disputes. Sure, the Gallagher brothers are, statistically speaking, punching each other as I write this, but if they weren’t rock stars, they would be doing the same thing. If they were Liam and Noel’s Plumbing Service and you called them, your house would be rapidly filling with feces as they rolled around on the floor biting each others’ necks and using their adorable Brummie accents to transform the word ‘cunt’ into something that sounds like a pet name.

That wasn’t Mickey. Mickey tackled producers in studios. He choked crew members in delicatessans. Accountants in auto-supply shops. Florists in winnebagos. The only person, I believe, he didn’t attack was his good ol’ pop. You know his dad: the guy that stole so much money from the Dead that instead of precisely calculating the figure, the FBI just rounded it up to “all of it.” The rat in the proverbial drain ditch.

Every time I see a picture of Mickey at his ranch, all I can picture is the guy raising his camera and Mickey going, “Wait!  Let me get my serape!”