The First Annual Testie Awards

By Dan Tester

Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to my new Awards show that I have named after myself…The Testie Awards. I noticed that nowadays any jerkoff can create his own award show, and Idiot Culture will watch the red carpet with fascination, pretend import, and Cheeto stains on their undershirts, so I figured I would join the club. About two months ago, I finally got high-speed internet, and have found myself spending way too much time on YOUTUBE. So I decided to award my favorite YOUTUBE clips with Testie Awards, 10 of them to be exact. So I will now share them with you, counting them down from…you got it…the number 10 clip to the number 1 clip. That is the format I have chosen for the Testie Awards. It is patented. Don’t even try to steal it, you bastards. You may agree or disagree with my choices. Some you may like, some you may hate, but come on…you at least have to give me credit for one thing. It takes a lot of balls to self-dedicate an Awards Show called The Testies.

So, without further ado, let’s begin. Before we start the official countdown, what awards show would be complete without a fantastic opening musical performance? Is it possible the Testies could dangle with uncertainty as an opening appears before it? Nope, certainly not the Testies! And so, ladies and gentleman, direct from Los Angeles Public Access Television…THE ONE…THE ONLY……..THE ONLY…..Francine Dancer, right heyaaaaaaaa!!!

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Thank you, Francine. I may never eat solid food again. Especially not marshmallows. And now, before the major awards are presented, a word from our sponsors.

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Welcome back to The Testie Awards, the only time of year when women are actually clamoring to get their hands on my Testies. And now the countdown of my favorite videos on YOUTUBE.

TESTIE AWARD #10 - This is one of my very favorite things of all time. Ever. To this day, if I am conversing with mixed company, and I say something to offend and get yelled at, I raise the pitch of my voice, assume a slight lisp, and scream “If you have a problem, turn off your thtation!!”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGYbid9fucE

TESTIE AWARD #9 - I think JIMMY KIMMEL LIVE is by far the best late night talk show on television these days. While that might not be setting the bar very high, I really do think it is very funny. Particularly the first half hour. And every Friday, Kimmel presents a feature in which he helps out the FCC by censoring television moments whether they need it or not. Here is a “Best Of” compilation that gives you an idea.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qc6w4SzIUN0&mode=related&search=

TESTIE AWARD #8 - I love Chris Elliott. Back in the mid-90s, Chris would appear on “The Late Show with David Letterman” on a semi-regular basis, and present his own homemade short films. This one is my favorite.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=INTPq_zLMDQ

We will return to the 1st Annual Testie Awards following a few words from our sponsors…

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Welcome back, folks! Let the countdown continue to incrimentally, continually, count down!!!

TESTIE AWARD #7 - My friend Matt Selck first introduced me to CHAD VADER: DAY SHIFT MANAGER, and I am glad he did. At this point, there are 7 episodes available on YOUTUBE. I would highly recommend them all. But this is Part One.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wGR4-SeuJ0

TESTIE AWARD #6 - What can I say? As Brian Dennehy exclaimed in SILVERADO…”Well look at this. Two of my favorite people in the world, just talkin’ to each other.” The second part of this interview is also available on the YOUTUBE page.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPlLNn9pgeE

TESTIE AWARD #5 - I remember back in the mid-1980s, I saw this music video on MTV and thought it was the coolest thing. And then it just kind of disappeared. I began to wonder if I had really ever seen it to begin with. Twenty years later I have rediscovered it, and I still think it is my favorite music video ever. Great song. Directed by Paul Schrader. Starring some guy named Robert Allen Zimmerman.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4P79EMaKnNw

And now, a little “mid-show” special feature. I am a huge fan of THE SOPRANOS, and as any diehard fan knows, the series will be wrapping up in a few weeks. I can’t believe it, but someone posted the very final scene of the final episode of THE SOPRANOS on YOUTUBE, and I just couldn’t help myself. I had to watch it. I hated myself for it, because now all the mystery is gone. But I just could not resist. I hate temptation. So I guess I will just provide the link here, just to see if temptation gets the best of you as well. I have no idea how long this will be allowed to legally remain for public consumption, so you better be quick! Either way, you have been WARNED!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKTR8Yj5hg4

And now, back to the countdown!!

TESTIE AWARD #4 - SCTV is one of my all-time favorite TV shows, and the recurring sketch “The Sammy Maudlin Show” was my favorite bit. A dead-on satire of hideous celebrity pandering bullshit. This sketch is populated with some of the funniest people in the world, but I will be damned if Andrea Martin isn’t the funniest one here without even saying a word.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNMCijBJ02I

TESTIE AWARD #3 - My very favorite TV show of all time is THE LARRY SANDERS SHOW. My very favorite TV character of all time is Hank Kingsley. Here is one of Hank’s greatest moments.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GEPu6tUDW0k

TESTIE AWARD #2 - I am slightly ashamed to admit I had never even HEARD of this movie until I stumbled upon the trailer on YOUTUBE. But I am not ashamed at all to admit that it immediately shot right to the top of my personal Must See list!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukjH3FSYdjE

Well, we’re getting right down to it. Only one Testie left. Kind of like the guy who slid down the tree and hit the nail. The Number One Pick is coming up…right after a few more words from our sponsors.

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And now without further ado, the Winner of the First Annual Testie Awards!!!!!!

TESTIE AWARD #1 - I don’t know who the crazy genius is that created this thing, but I could watch it a thousand times and never get tired of it. He made his own “modern day action” trailer for the Blake Edwards classic THE PINK PANTHER STRIKES AGAIN, complete with James Bond theme. Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce you to Clouseau. Jacques Clouseau.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4nrvhk0a9E

Well, I hope you enjoyed the First Annual Testie Awards! I apologize for running a little long. Next time, no dancing fat chicks! Something like that always has a negative effect on the Testies.

Roll End Credits.

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Ken Loach Can’t Get No

By Memo Salazar 

Many years ago, when I was a wee lad working in a video store, amongst all the films that opened my mind in many directions, there existed six filmmakers that captured my heart as well. One of them was Ken Loach- a somewhat obscure Brit who’s strong, clear politics and ethics helped him transcend the world of BBC television into that of feature films. Though he remains one of the greatest filmmakers of the past 3 decades, his name- and body of work- remains largely unknown. You’d think that winning the 2006 Palme d’Or at Cannes would have changed all that, and perhaps it did in Europe, but not here in the good ol’ US of A, around which, as we all know, the universe revolves.

I live in New York City- arguably the “cultural capital” of this country, where one can watch obscure art films all week without running out of options… yet even here, Loach’s latest masterpiece (and I do mean masterpiece) is playing on just one screen- one small screen. The show I attended, in fact, found the theater merely half full. Half full? Where the hell are my fellow art-loving New Yorkers? And where the hell is the rest of the country?

Ken Loach’s The Wind That Shakes the Barley is certainly deserving of Cannes’ top award- moreso than Pulp Fiction, and undoubtedly moreso than Fahrenheit 9-11, both of which have received this award in past years and went on to become huge hits with critics and crowds all over the world. The Wind… is a powerful, moving, universal story of two brothers and the ideological clashes they encounter. It’s a historical film, shedding light on the rarely-discussed Irish Revolution and how the IRA was born; yes, Loach is unapologetically left-wing, but he’s so good at showing why his politics lie where they do that his compassion for humanity is impossible to resist. You’d have to be incredibly dense or closed-minded to watch one of his thoughtful, well-argued films (especially this thoughtful, well-argued film) and not understand where the man and the people he speaks for are coming from. Loach is especially adept at putting himself in the shoes of the everyman and helping us understand the small details of human existence that feed into the greater political context being discussed. He makes you feel quite deeply, and then he makes you think just as critically, in the hopes that such a combination will bring forth the truth of the matter at hand.

Perhaps, if American audiences had been given such a chance, their minds might have expanded just a tad more while watching this film… but, whether it was poor marketing or a glut of other releases or who knows what, The Wind That Shakes the Barley has arrived on our shores with barely whisper. Usually “Winner - Palme D’Or 2006″ is all you need to garner an overwhelming amount of art-film media buzz, so where was the art-film media buzz? Where was the hype machine that usually inflates mediocre films into can’t-live-without successes? Why does our culture go nuts over shit like Napoleon Dynamite instead? I know, I know, the answer’s pretty obvious. But still, if you have any desire left to learn, grow, and feel something more than a cheap thrill, watch any of Ken Loach’s amazing films and gain a greater understanding of your fellow man. Sweet Sixteen, Land and Freedom, Hidden Agenda, Ladybird, Ladybird… netflix any of these brilliant films by Ken Loach, and give this septuagenarian artist a little satisfaction in his twilight years. He’s struggled long enough.

“Be Decent People. Be Decent”

By Dan Tester

The title for this blog is lifted from a speech toward the end of the hideous movie The Bonfire of the Vanities. Brian De Palma inexplicably chose to end his adaptation of Tom Wolfe’s edgy novel with a laughable plea of “decency” from Morgan Freeman’s Judge Leonard White, although it is clear that his heartfelt message falls on nothing but the deaf ears of the despicable, corrupt, and immoral folk that populated the film. It was just such a lame “Hollywood” attempt at a happy ending, and in that sense, it was a perfect failure to cap off a perfect failure. I chuckled to myself when this scene unfolded before me, but as I have continued to patronize the local cinemaplex as of late, and the social abuses perpetrated by the “idiot masses” in the audience continues to escalate, I kind of feel a kinship with ol’ Judge Leonard White – screaming to the ignorant about decency. How can you win? We live in an “Idiot Culture”. The content of this blog will doubtlessly appear to consist of “obvious” and “pointless” observations of the movie-going experience, but Goddamn, it just keeps getting worse and worse. Here now are a few key examples of the “Idiot Culture” mentality, and for what it is worth, I will offer some solutions.

1) CHATTY-CATHIES:

Hey you. Yeah, YOU! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! I am sure it is the result of the home video age that has brought the level of idiots talking in a movie theater to a fever pitch (I think these culture monkeys are too stupid to realize they are no longer slouching in their living room eating Cheetos and wiping the Cheetos’ residue on their ketchup-stained undershirts – they are in public), but it is time to put a stop to it. I have been known, from time to time, to turn to a chattering idiot behind me and not so subtly ask them to SHUT THE FUCK UP, and it usually works to some degree. I remember my ex-girlfriend would actually get mad at ME for doing that, and she would suggest I try to be a little more diplomatic. Huh? Since when is talking in a movie theater an affront that requires a UN resolution to solve? They are in direct violation of humanity, and must be stopped. SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! Sure, I put myself in direct danger of retaliation, and for that I just have one request of my fellow audience members. If someone like me has the balls to actually try to shut someone the hell up, please at least have the decency to turn around yourself and add an extra “YEAH!” or clap, or some Goddamn thing. I have been watching you since the opening credits, turning your heads in consternation in the direction of the violator, yet doing nothing, and so I am taking the lead. So a little backup, huh? We must align together to show Mr. Peanut that there is strong solidarity amongst the surrounding troops. Group threats work wonders. Especially against dumbasses.

2) CELL PHONES and PAGERS:

Hey, Mr. Important! Yeah, asshole, YOU. SHUT OFF YOUR FUCKING CELL PHONE!! God I hate cell phones. I honestly think they are the most damaging and dangerous invention in the new electronic age – especially when you consider the Idiot Culture that co-exists with this age. This is another violation that doesn’t seem to require any “diplomacy” in addressing. It is time for these self-important asshats to taste blood as their ringing cell phones are shoved so far down their throats that even the Kielbasa Queen from “The Howard Stern Show” would gag. And pagers, well pagers seem perfectly designed for easy anal insertion. Or better yet, just grab the pager and beat them to death with it, after firmly securing it to a baseball bat. And if you are a member of Idiot Culture that actually ANSWERS your cell phone during a movie and begins chatting…well, you have to kill yourself. You are not necessary to society. I know suicide can be a daunting endeavor, especially to a hardline member of Idiot Culture, so I will offer you this service: use that cell phone one last time, give me a call and tell me which trailer you live in, and I will promptly pull the van right into your driveway and Kevorkian your ass myself. It is the least I can do. I am an “Idiot Culture” Warrior.

3) BABIES IN R-RATED MOVIES:

Hey Mommy. Yeah, YOU. You have just brought your toddler to see BORAT. You are a bad, bad, bad, bad piece of Idiot Culture parental slime. I know, I know, babysitters are expensive. But you see, you chose to introduce another potatohead into Idiot Culture, and whether you like it or not, along with that disservice comes responsibility and sacrifice. Let me put it another way, you friggin’ idiot. If you can’t afford a babysitter, THEN YOU CAN’T AFFORD TO GO TO THE MOVIES! And what is up with theaters even allowing toddlers into JACKASS: THE MOVIE?? Please, Mommy and Daddy Stupid, corrupt that kid away from the public eye. Please only allow close family members to see what horrible parents you are, because it is distracting in a public place. And please, Mommy. Allow someone to attach a pair of jumper cables to your uterus, and then fire up the engine. It is the only way to truly end Idiot Culture in our lifetime.

4) MIDGETS:

Okay, this one isn’t really fair. It’s just that they distract the hell out of me. Just one midget can ruin my entire movie experience. I just sit there, sweating, trembling in fear that more midget friends will waddle in and form a group, and at some point they will all come back to my seat and start dancing around me, chanting, and poking me with sticks. WILLIE WONKA AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY should never be shown to any child under the age of 10. I saw it when I was eight, and thus the result is this very inclusion.

5) FOREIGNERS AND OLD PEOPLE:

God Bless America. It is the only civilized nation in the world where speaking the native tongue is not a required skill to co-exist. If I lived in Germany, and didn’t speak a word of German, I would pretty much be screwed. But in the USA, you are just a beautiful ingredient in the Idiot Culture melting pot I guess. But just one simple request. If you are Chinese, and your grasp of the English language is only slightly better than GW Bush’s, please just stay home and rent a movie. It is so damn easy to do. Please don’t sit behind me at THE GOOD SHEPHERD and constantly ask your boyfriend “What he say? What he say?” SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! I don’t hate people who can’t speak English. I just hate them in movie theaters. And old people too. If you can’t hear, stay home and crank up the TV, you wrinkled old piece of Idiot Culture. And shut the fuck up, too.

In conclusion, please treat a movie theater as you do your own church. The movie theater is my church, and I implore you to treat it as respectfully as I treat yours. You may say I am stupid, comparing movies to religion, but it works for me. Movies guide me, teach me, give me purpose, and give me enlightenment. All of the same things that Churchies pretend religion does for them. Sure, I guess my religion sometimes depicts graphic sex, dangerous car chases, violent explosions, mutilations, and Tony Danza. But come on. Others choose to find enlightenment in tax-exempt cults featuring pedophile priests, televangelists who use financial contributions to ho their bitches, and extremists who fly airplanes into buildings. So both of our concepts of religion are fairly equally bullshit. And I’m not even going to mention Scientology, because that is just like picking on a retarded kid on the playground. There is no joy in that. Those poor, brainwashed douchebags.

So, in a plea for unity, I suggest that we combine our religious philosophies into one Great One, and slowly but surely chip away at Idiot Culture until there is only one idiot left, and then we can beat him severely. So as the lights go down in the movie theater this weekend, I propose that we all stand as one, with hands on hearts, and recite together the new words of Glory in our beautiful new Church of Mass-Marketed Enlightenment. Everyone together, now…

“In the Name of the Father, The Son, and the Holy Spirit. SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!”

You Were Duped

By Warren Curry

If you’re like me, then last fall you were eagerly anticipating the December release of “Rocky Balboa.” If you’re like the rest of the sane world, then the mere thought of the film caused you to react with an uncomfortable mix of nervous laughter and hushed horror. When the movie hit American screens last December 20, it was largely met with positive reviews from critics, many who admitted that “Rocky Balboa” was perhaps the film they were least looking forward to viewing during the busy holiday season. Surprising, huh? No, not really.

Though it’s just a theory, with little evidence to support it, I’m convinced most “Rocky Balboa” proponents are not genuine fans of the film. My feeling is that the majority of these people really only appreciate the spirit and effort Sylvester Stallone put into making the franchise come full circle. It’s a bold claim, and maybe not an entirely valid one (I’m like Dr. Phil that way), so let me attempt to dig myself out of this hole.

Starting with “Rocky III” (my personal favorite chapter in the series), Stallone made the decision to turn the story of the scrappy, underdog boxer into a cartoon. Rocky stopped being the everyman and vaulted into the stratosphere of superhero. He saved the world from a badass bully with a mohawk (Clubber Lang), a cheating, steroid injecting Russian gargantuan (Ivan Drago), a crooked promoter (George Washington Duke) and a young pugilist corrupted by fame and greed (Tommy “Machine” Gunn). But when “Rocky V” hit theaters, the general public, much like Tommy Gunn, turned their back on Rocky. The film grossed a disappointing $40 million at the box office, a staggering decline from the previous two installments, which each raked in well over $100 million.

In many ways, the ’80s weren’t kind to Rocky Balboa, the character. Sure, he triumphed at the end of every movie, but his ego became appallingly bloated. The money, the popularity, it all went straight to his head, and the result was a character you rooted for only because his adversaries were so much more dislikeable. (I can’t be the only person who hoped Apollo’s punch landed first in the freeze frame punctuated sparring session at the end of “Rocky III.”) Face it, this was another obscenely self-absorbed athlete in dire need of his comeuppance.

Who received the comeuppance, it turned out, was Stallone. The 1990s brought about a relatively seismic shift in pop culture, and it wasn’t long before many of us were laughing at the excesses we so revered the previous decade. By the latter half of the ’90s, Stallone was viewed as a humorous relic from a distant time, much like the way we all snickered at bell bottoms in 1985. Gone were the days of Rocky and Rambo, now it was “Judge Dredd” and “Daylight.” After winning some critical accolades for his “serious” performance in the kind of, sort of, but not really all that good “Cop Land,” the aging actor was relegated to roles in a string of inconsequential movies (”Driven,” “Avenging Angelo,” “Shade”).

Stallone obviously saw his window of opportunity closing. He was an actor who couldn’t escape his past, so instead of trying to run from it, he embraced it. If he was always going to be thought of as Rocky or Rambo, then why not give the people what they want (”John Rambo” — notice a theme? — is currently in production)? Stallone claimed he wasn’t happy with the way “Rocky V” turned out (I wonder why?) and wanted a better conclusion to the series. If that was his one goal, then “Rocky Balboa” is a success.

My feeling is that goal was also the only demand of critics and the public. Set expectations low enough and just about anything (except “Basic Instinct II”) will exceed them. When I saw the film, I remember thinking it was a nice try, but that it lacked too much in the way of storytelling skill to truly work. As someone who wanted to like the movie, I was almost sad that I wouldn’t be able to defend it against the critical beating I was sure it would receive. But then the strong reviews came pouring in, and soon people who had openly poked fun at me for my interest in the film were proudly supporting it. I anticipated being on one side of the “Rocky Balboa” argument, but found myself completely in the other corner.

I hope fans of the film can at least admit it’s absurd. Of course, Rocky III-V were fantastically more absurd, but that was the point of those movies. They were connected to reality by only the loosest thread and made no bones about that fact. “Rocky Balboa” attempts to be the same kind of gritty, feel-good entertainment as the original “Rocky,” but still exists in a fantasy world. Aside from some guy on the Internet named Warren Curry’s sharp review (click here to read), I’m not sure if any other critic pointed out how preposterous a key story beat in this film is.

The climactic “exhibition” fight between Rocky, who’s coming out of a long retirement, and the film’s ostensible villain, current heavyweight champion Mason “The Line” Dixon (played by former light heavyweight champ Antonio Tarver), is set up by Dixon’s management team so their fighter can obtain the public’s much needed respect. Whaaaat??? This would be the equivalent of Floyd Mayweather’s manager deciding that a match against Sugar Ray Leonard would be a way to earn his fighter credibility. In reality, Mayweather would be mercilessly ridiculed and rightfully torn to shreds by the boxing media if this happened. Since you’re probably not a boxing fan, and are currently asking yourself “Floyd Who?,” here’s another sports analogy.

Let’s imagine, like Dan Tester does, the Chicago Bears won the most recent Super Bowl. They’re regarded as one of the weaker Super Bowl champs in NFL history, and after ESPN airs the result of a video game, which shows the 2006 Bears going down to defeat against the 1985 Bears, Chicago coach Lovie Smith calls an emergency team meeting. He informs his players that the only way to gain the respect of football fans is to face the ‘85 team in a game of two-hand touch. Never mind that Walter Payton is dead and Refrigerator Perry could succumb to a heart attack walking off the team bus. No, if Brian Urlacher and crew wish to be considered a gutty football squad, they have to put an end to the Super Bowl Shuffle. I’m sure a better writer could work in a “Footloose” reference here.

Getting back to “Rocky Balboa,” let’s consider the fight itself. Any professional referee interested in keeping his job would stop the bout when Rocky gets knocked down in the first round. And how about the judges’ literally impossible scorecards? Before you say, “it’s just a movie!” can you imagine if a football film depicted scene after scene of two teams scoring touchdowns, only to reveal the game’s final score is 7-3? I find it impossible to believe anyone would excuse such inattention to detail. Being a big boxing fan, it’s possible I’m overly defensive, but it seems Stallone always finds a way to make a mockery of the sport. Toss in a few cheaply vulnerable moments when Rocky pines for the late Adrian, an especially despicable Paulie (Burt Young), a strangely uncomfortable scene where Rock is dissed by some young troublemakers in a bar, a surrogate son character who is sloppily abandoned halfway through the film, and I maintain that you have to give this movie EVERY benefit of the doubt to be a fan.

If you didn’t see this film in the theater, you may or may not be interested to know it was released on DVD this week. It’s supposed to have some solid bonus features and an alternate ending (if you’ve seen the DVD, feel free to share this ending in the comments section). As you might have guessed, I won’t be adding “Rocky Balboa” to my collection. To bring this blog to a rushed, unnatural conclusion, let me say, in summation, it’s not that I feel you’re wrong for being a “Rocky Balboa” fan. It’s simply that I don’t believe you.

Dead Celebrity Blog - Part One

By Dan Tester

In an unprecedented scientific experiment, we here at CINEMASPEAK.COM are proud to announce that CINEMASPEAK.COM is, today, launching an innovative and futuristic feature to the blogosphere. With the combined participation of the FCC, NASA, the NAACP, the ASPCA, TCBY Yogurt, and the YMCA, and most importantly in participation with world-famous “chatting with dead celebrities” psychic Sylvia Browne, CINEMASPEAK.COM is introducing a series of blogs from deceased celebrities, to try to get a feeling of the afterlife in four key categories: their thoughts, their experiences, their opinions, and their thoughts.

On this day, CINEMASPEAK.COM is proud to introduce Part One of, hopefully, a long list of deceased celebrities contributing their thoughts, experiences, opinions, and thoughts of cinema excellence, from the aspect of a deceased dead person. As a side note, we cannot predict, or direct, what the dead celebrities will discuss. Due to the great expense of this process, editing would not even be a possible, but we can only hope that the dead celebrities will follow the stated topical guidelines of the webmaster, as would a loyal “living” contributor to the site. We can only hope…and do hope…that they will only discuss movies. But they may not.

First, the legal matters:

LEGAL NOTICES: CINEMASPEAK.COM is not responsible for any of the content provided by dead celebrities. CINEMASPEAK.COM cannot, and will not, be held liable for any asinine or shameful displays of cinema ignorance proffered by dead celebrities (please see the “KIM JUSTICE RULE” in the official Cinemaspeak handbook for the full details).

And now, without further ado, Ladies and Gentlemen…CINEMASPEAK.COM, the FCC, NASA, the NAACP, the ASPCA, TCBY Yogurt, and the YMCA….are proud to present to you…dead from the Great Beyond….Old Ski Nose himself…the one…the only…the Mister…..BOB HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!….

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Hello, Hollywood phonies. This is Bob “From The Great Beyond” Hope. Even though I’m just a rotting corpse, I still watch FOX NEWS for all the headlines, so I am up to date. Isn’t that sumthin’, boy?

Hey, how about that James Cameron? Isn’t he sumthin’? First he sank an indestructible ship, and now he is taking on Christianity. Isn’t that wild? Ooh Boy, I gotta tell ya. That’s wild. Jesus’ Lost Tomb? This whole thing reminds me of that movie THE LAST TEMPTATION OF CHRIST from a few years back. Did you see that one? That was really sumthin’. That Mary Magdelene was sure sumthin’. Rawwwwwrrrhhhh. I gotta tell ya, you gotta hand it to Jesus. At my age, I don’t even think about sex when I’m havin’ a good day, let alone bein’ crucified. But that James Cameron documentary sure caused a stir. I’ll tell ya, boy, I haven’t seen the news channels so focused on false prophets since that whole Enron thing.

Hey, how about that Enron, wasn’t that sumthin’? Zsa Zsa Gabor told me that one day there was a rolling blackout in her neighborhood and she called the fuzz, but luckily it was just Nipsey Russell trippin’ over her front hedge and fallin’ down a hill. I gotta tell ya, that was pretty wild. That Nipsey was a genius, boy. He could rhyme anything.

But to get serious here for a moment, buy War Bonds.

So how about that Ann Coulter? She sure has a mouth on her, boy. I haven’t heard such vile language coming out of a chick’s mouth since my wife Dolores caught me bangin’ Dorothy Lamour on the set of “Road To Zanzibar.” Boy, that was sure sumthin’ wasn’t it?

But for an anorexic dyke, Ann Coulter sure does like to spout out the hatred, boy. Hey, I know John Edwards is married to a chubby gal, but that don’t mean he is gay, boy. I know lots of chubby chasers who are straight. It’s wild. I gotta tell ya though, one time, in 1972, I called Charles Nelson Reilly a faggot, but he just smiled and made that ‘Younggg Younggg Younggg” sound while tuggin’ at his collar. Times have sure changed, boy. I gotta tell ya, there was nuthin’ wrong with it back then. It was just havin’ fun. Isn’t that wild? Right heeeeyaaaaa!!!

Hey, how about that President Bush? Isn’t he wild? I haven’t seen a President this smart since Corky ran for President of his high school on “Life Goes On.” That was sure sumthin’. And Cheney too, nutty, nutty stuff. You know what they say about Cheney. “He’s a heartbeat away…from a heartbeat.” Now they say he has a blood clot in his leg. I have a feeling Scooter Libby was just told to report that to the press so those boys can get Rudy Giuliani on the ticket but fast, boy. I gotta tell ya, that’s sumthin’, boy. But that White House, that’s really sumthin’, isn’t it? I always said that if you have a Dick and a Bush too close together for too long, somethin’ is gonna get fucked. I had just never realized until the 2000 election how much the United States looks like a big, deformed vagina when you turn your atlas sideways. Right heeeeyaaaaa!!!

Hey boy, I was just told that I am supposed to recommend a movie to you all. I would go with CLERKS 2, by a nice fella called Kevin Smith. I gotta tell ya, it is a great movie. There’s some good stuff in that movie, boy. But there’s a scene where a man has sex with a donkey. Back in my day, there was nuthin’ wrong with that. It was just havin’ fun, boy. But a lot of people up here in the Great Beyond were offended. I hear that movie critic Joel Siegel was offended. Joel Siegel? Does anyone pay attention to what this mustachioed nut has to say about anything, anyway? I gotta tell ya, that would be pretty wild if it were true. I also saw another movie recently. It was called BACHELOR PARTY. That was some wild stuff, boy. It starred Hollywood’s Tom Hanks, and also featured a scene with suggested bestiality. I think the director of CLERKS 2 was just making a point, boy. Bestiality is bestiality. Suggested or depicted, it is just deplorable. But Hollywood’s Tom Hanks got off scott free. I gotta tell ya, people love that Tom Hanks, boy. But CLERKS 2 caused a douche like Joel Siegel to go running and screaming from the theater, boy. At least I think that was Joel Siegel. It might have been Gene Shalit. My eyesight is goin’, boy. I can always make out a mustache though. On a side note, up here in the Great Beyond, the only movie review show on TV features Joel Siegel and Byron Allen discussing the movies of the day. I might be in Hell, boy. Kids, I gotta tell ya, don’t do drugs.

Well, I think it’s about time for me to travel back to the Great Beyond, boy. Anna Nicole Smith just recently arrived up here, and she sure is gettin’ down to business quick. Let’s just say her trousers are nothing more than ankle warmers. Ooooooooohweeeeeeee! She likes old, wrinkled millionaires, boy. And up here in the Great Beyond, I only have five criteria for the trash I will schtupa: dumb, blonde, drugged up, big-tittied and dead. Should be a fun Lent! Rawwwwwwwr.

Well, this is Bob “Gettin’ Me Some Tush” Hope sayin’ “Be Good To Your Family, They’ve Been Good To You!” Right heeeeyaaaaa!!!

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“Cheese Nips are good, but if you add your own extra cheese to ‘em, I like ‘em even more!” President George W. Bush, THE CRAWFORD TIMES

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Hollywood Magic

By Dan Tester

I recently saw IDIOCRACY, the new film (on DVD) from Mike Judge. I liked it, but was kind of disappointed at the same time. It certainly wasn’t the balls out satire that OFFICE SPACE was. IDIOCRACY kind of died during it’s deadly final third. What was that all about? Yeah, I get it. White Trash. Smash stuff up. But let’s end this thing on some sort of creatively inspirational note, why not? But it didn’t. Well, it kinda did, but not as much as OFFICE SPACE did. I still liked it though. Particularly the message…White Trash, Red State, Bush Loving morons, with a dash of unprotected sex, are going to lead to the end of civilization. You know what I am talking about. The kind of morons that would rather sit amongst a toothless legion and watch the Daytona 500 than actually figure out how to determine percentages. The first quarter of IDIOCRACY was particularly brilliant. The middle three quarters, fine stuff. The fourth third was a little lacking. But that final half…well, I think I covered that already.

What has two teeth and 100,000 legs? The crowd at the Daytona 500. (To be fair, my client Scooter Libby told me that one during recess).

FILM NOTE: (SPOILER ALERT- For dumbasses that read reviews before they actually see the movie, and then whine about learning things about the movie before they saw it, you have been warned). One of the funniest things I have seen in a movie in quite some time came during IDIOCRACY. To preface, we get the whole exposition of the white General explaining the sleep deprivation experiment to the military brass. We learn that this General has met a pimp, who has had some sort of life reevaluating effect on the General. The scene plays out with the slide show (funny in itself), but then later….we see our two protagonists preparing for the deep sleep, getting to know each other, and then suddenly that same white General enters the laboratory and says…”What’s up, my niggahs?” I swear, I almost fell off the sofa laughing.

It is interesting, because I waited to see IDIOCRACY until I moved into my new apartment, about a week ago or so. It was going to be a christening of sorts…enjoying a quality film on the first night of solitude. I watched it, and then went to bed. The next day, I was televisickly informed that Anna Nicole Smith was dead.

IDIOCRACY…Anna Nicole Smith dead. It just struck me as an interesting first post on the newest incarnation of the Cinemaspeak website, to discuss the parallels. IDIOCRACY is about dumb human beings. Anna Nicole Smith was a dumb human being, and it has become apparent that millions of dumb human beings actually care about the post-breath-sucking situation of a dumb human being. FOX NEWS has made a 24-hour telethon of this stuff. Is there still a war going on in Iraq, FOX NEWS? Anna Nicole couldn’t have died at a better time for Sean Hannity.

Did anyone watch that trial on TV? Dan Hedaya made a hell of a judge, but not even David Kelley would have allowed Shelley Berman to spout that much crap on BOSTON LEGAL. I have a feeling judgie-poo is angling for his own TV show. It was apparent that not only were the defendants and plaintiffs IDIOCRACY material, but so was the friggin’ judicial system. As a side note, I loved the whole damn thing. It was fine, fine TV. The only way it could have been improved would have been if William Hung had staggered into the courtroom and sang “Once, Twice, Three Times a Lady” right before Judge Dan Hedaya read his verdict.

But anyway, I let that one go, because it would probably be considered inappropriate. Speaking ill of the dead is not accepted by the American masses, so please, disregard anything I said above. Just start reading right here.

I was thinking about resurrecting the CINEMASPEAK prediction board for the Oscars, which I think is going to be another shameful display where horrible things will happen…like Scorsese finally winning for an average display like THE DEPARTED. If this is the case, they should have just given him the Oscar for BRINGING OUT THE DEAD years ago, and let Paul Greengrass win this year. Was Greengrass even nominated? That movie was amazing. Too amazing for the Oscars, anyway. I have no idea who is nominated this year. I have turned my back completely on Hollywood bullshit. After Scorsese lost for THE AVIATOR a few years ago, I turned to my friends and said “There is no way Scorsese will ever lose if he is ever nominated again. Scorsese could direct a 4-hour epic that simply depicted Robert De Niro sitting on a toilet, occasionally farting, occasionally pooping, all the time alternating between reading scripture and singing Jerry Reed songs, and Scorsese would be a lock for his Oscar.” It will come true this Sunday, for a piece of average poop like THE DEPARTED. Sad. Sad. Sad. Sad.

I am rooting for Jackie Earle Haley for Best Supporting Actor. When I was writing nonsense on the old Cinemaspeak message boards, I used to write “KING’S THINGS”, which was a column written by Larry King with thoughts “off the top of his head” like he used to do in USA TODAY back in the 80s, but this time as if Larry King had lost his mind (oh, he hasn’t? Could’ve fooled me. - Warren). I remember Larry asking “Whatever happened to Jackie Earle Haley? He is long overdue for a big hit!!” I am glad to hear crazy Larry King was right. If I were in the audience come this Sunday, and they were announcing the nominees for Best Supporting Actor, and they read the name of Jackie Earle Haley, I would stand up and start chanting “Let Him Play! Let Him Play! Let Him Play!’ Then, when Norbit won, he would go up and dedicate the award to Mr. Jackie Earle Haley, just like Ving Rhames dedicated his award to Jack Lemmon a number of years ago. That truly was Hollywood magic. I wonder if Jack Lemmon ever got that award from Ving though. I have a feeling Jack’s dedicated trophy is probably a doorstop in the Rhames household. But it was still Hollywood magic. How dare you say otherwise.

So for Sunday, go Paul Greengrass!! It really is the only award I am truly rooting for that night. It is a shame that this is one of the few nominations that UNITED 93 got. Did you ever see BLOODY SUNDAY, another film by Paul Greengrass? I would highly recommend that, as well. He probably should have won Best Director for that, too. I can’t remember what undeserving jerk won that year, though. Oh yeah, I just remembered…it was Opie for A BEAUTIFUL MIND. That was the same year Denzel won Best Actor for TRAINING DAY. That might have been the worst year for Oscar ever. But God bless. It’s called “Hollywood magic,” you cynical bastards.

Well, gotta go submit my DNA for the “Anna Nicole Baby Lottery.” I have to admit, I could use the cash. Much more than Zsa Zsa’s husband, anyway. But I am rooting for Jimmie “Kid Dyn-no-mite” Walker to be the father. Yeah, I know, he has not yet emerged as a contender, but I can dream, can’t I?

Hollywood magic.

Films We Seem to Have Ignored: “De-Lovely”

By Memo Salazar

One thing about technology that gets to me is the way it caters to our impatience. The faster we can get our media fix, the less patient we are with the world’s artistic offerings. Our never-ending hunger for something new keeps us always looking forward, never back, and rarely allows for the thoughtful introspection many films and pieces of music (to name a couple of mediums) demand for in order to truly understand and appreciate them. It’s sad, because lots of great stuff slips through the cracks, while not-so-great-stuff rides a wave of hype that only later crashes with a “what-were-we-thinking?” sense of sobriety.

Which brings me to “De-Lovely,” producer-turned-director Irwin Winkler’s 2004 musical biopic about the late, great Cole Porter. This film was pretty much ignored when it came out a couple of years ago, and when it wasn’t ignored, it was described as…

“Stiff, lifeless and incomprehensibly dull.”

“‘De-Lovely’ is pretty standard, run-of-the-mill stuff.”

“I don’t know what I was more bothered by, his smirk or his strut.”

…and the always-hilarious twist on a title, “De-lousy.”

I saw “De-Lovely” on a lark, having no idea it even existed, simply because it was the only film that didn’t sound like absolute shit in the megaplex I happened to be at, while visiting a friend in good ol’ suburbia. I didn’t know it was a musical, but I love Cole Porter’s music, so “De-Lovely” it was. The film begins with an arguably-silly conceit of having Cole Porter (Kevin Kline), at the end of his life, sitting in a theater with an imaginary director (Jonathan Pryce) basically reviewing his life as it were a grand musical production. They speak theatrically about his life while actors recreate it on stage. Not only does this sound somewhat ridiculous, it’s also a watered-down twist on another brilliant film about music and theater, “All That Jazz.” So, ten minutes into the film, I was preparing myself for the worst.

But then the story began its slow unravel, sucking us deep into a love story like no other… and, in an industry which basically regurgitates love stories over and over, finding a fresh one is a delicacy one rarely gets to savor. It was such a delight that, by the end, even the cheesy “Porter looking back on his life in the theater” gimmick didn’t seem so gimmicky. Rather, it was earnest, sweet, and touching.

“De-Lovely” is many things. It is a musical about a man who’s life was musicals. Again, this is treading on All That Jazz territory, except Cole Porter was a real man, and all this really happened. Cleverly, the filmmakers took it a step further- not only did they tell the story via the musical genre, but they actually used Cole Porter’s song lyrics as commentary on his life and state of mind. Even if you’re familiar with his charming music, hearing his songs in this context gives a whole new meaning to this enigmatic artist; “Let’s Misbehave” and “Don’t Fence Me In”, for example, are much more revealing when Kline transforms the songs into expressions of his personal philosophy and sexuality. They transcend being merely whimsical tunes into insightful revelations of Porter’s lifelong fight against society’s restrictive ideas.

But that’s not all, folks. “De-Lovely” is also a love story between a homo (or bi, it’s never quite clear) sexual man and a heterosexual woman. This is truly the heart of the film; it is a story of how Linda Thomas (Ashley Judd) loved Porter so much that she gave up many of the traditional “benefits” that one expects from a relationship, such as fidelity and sexual fulfillment, giving Porter the freedom he craved and emotional support he needed to navigate through the difficult life he had chosen for himself. This is truly a love story, not a lust story; there is a genuine commitment and appreciation between the two that transcends the typical carnal desire Hollywood usually sells us as fodder for our minds.

Add to that several amazing performances by our famous thespians, an incredible amount of craft put into every scene (sets, lighting, cinematography, costumes…) and wonderful music that’s only occasionally butchered (hello, Alanis Morissette!) and you have one of the most unique biopics you’ve ever seen.

So why the commercial and critical could shoulder? Well, critics are a pretty insecure lot, rarely straying (whether consciously or not) from the “party line”, usually getting a feel for what the buzz is on a film before they jump into a review. And, since their livelihood depends on coming up with something entertaining to say every week about their subject, let’s just say it’s easy for them to lose sight of what really matters in art– having something to say, and saying it in an original way. “De-Lovely” manages both while sticking to a very “Hollywood” sensibility, a rare feat indeed. It’s accessible & commercial, yet intelligent & complex. It’s one of those movies that I fall in love with more and more as time goes on, and one that will undoubtedly gain critical favor as time passes, and critics realize just how damn beautiful this film really is.

Beat the critics to the punch and check it out for yourself.

The “Sickness”

By Warren Curry

I went to a screening of “Black Snake Moan” last week, the new film from “Hustle and Flow” director Craig Brewer. A friend was supposed to join me, but he fell ill at the last second and opted to skip it (presumably he’s not suffering from the same “sickness” that afflicts Christina Ricci’s character in “BSM,” although there’s no guarantee he’s not currently chained to a radiator in some strange man’s house). After the film, I was tempted to call his sudden illness the kindest stroke of luck he’ll receive this year, until I remembered that, largely due to an infatuation with Ms. Ricci, this friend will still end up seeing “Black Snake Moan.” Upon further review, I don’t know anyone unluckier than poor Ryan.

Instead of trying to find a replacement to attend the screening with me, which would’ve been my wife had she not been working (and may have lead to a divorce), I decided to go it alone. I arrived at Hollywood’s Arclight Theaters 20 minutes before show time and quickly discovered that a local dance/R&B/Hip-Hop radio station was hosting the screening. I took a seat in one of the two roped off rows reserved for press and stared directly in front of me at a large speaker, placed in front of the movie screen, that was blaring some song I’d never heard. With the theater only about half full, a young man from the radio station grabbed a microphone and attempted to rile the crowd up with the promise of t-shirts, posters and other swag to whoever could be the most raucous audience members. Some of the crowd responded to the challenge, and soon t-shirts were flying through the air into the awaiting arms of various people who love free stuff (don’t we all?). The pre-movie festivities reached its apex when the host broke into an impromptu dance to the delight of…uhhhhh…someone.

The radio station people cleared out and more viewers filed into the theater, gradually filling it to capacity. The reserved rows were relatively empty, so eventually non-press people sat amongst us, including a man next to me who appeared to have been dragged there by his girlfriend (or maybe it was is his wife, though they looked a little young to be married). It would turn out, judging by his restless body language and the fact he checked his watch approximately 20 times in the movie’s final half hour, this guy might have been the only person in attendance who liked “Black Snake Moan” less than me. Maybe.

I’m sure you’ve seen an ad or two (or 50) for the movie. Ricci plays a poor Southern nymphomaniac whose promiscuity reaches new heights when her boyfriend (played by Justin Timberlake of Color Me Badd fame) leaves for Army duty. Ricci prowls her hometown’s dirt roads clad alluringly in Daisy Dukes (but skimpier) and tiny t-shirts that reveal an alarmingly malnourished stomach. She’s there for any man’s taking until one of Justin CMB’s friends smacks her around after she observes that his manhood is not even half the size of a local African-American drug dealer/pimp who frequently scratches her itch. Say what you will about Brewer, but he manages to fulfill three racial stereotypes in one character! How’s that for economy? But back to the story…Ricci is left bruised, bloodied and unconscious on the side of the road.

Lazarus (played by Samuel L Jackson of “Loaded Weapon 1″ fame), a farmer whose wife recently left him to be with, of all people, his brother, finds Ricci, nurses her back to health, and chains the young lady (at this time she’s covered in only one of those tiny t-shirts and panties) to a radiator in order to cure the “sickness.” Lazarus learns about the “sickness” when the aforementioned well-endowed, drug-dealing pimp provides a clinical diagnosis of Ricci’s condition in the corner of a pool hall. Late in the movie, we find out the root of the “sickness,” which, if you’ve seen even one other movie featuring this sort of masochistic character, you can probably deduce before finishing this paragraph. Oh yeah, Lazarus is also a blues guitarist who’s reluctant to play these days…but if he can cure Ricci of the “sickness” then anything might be possible. Perhaps even every existing copy of “The Man” can be destroyed.

In “Hustle and Flow,” Brewer taught us that it was hard out here for a pimp, a valuable lesson I won’t soon forget. I owe a great deal to Brewer since I had weighed the pros and cons of an entry-level position in the field just prior to seeing the film. In “Black Snake Moan,” he teaches us something even more important. He instructs us how to cure the “sickness.” Our previous Brewer hero was a dickhead low rent pimp turned dickhead rap star, and this time it’s a farmer who receives critical medical information from a drug dealer/pimp/pool hall therapist, which leads him to hold a mostly naked girl hostage, shackled to his radiator. Is it too late to start a “Free Gary Heidnick!” campaign? The answer is yes; he was executed in 1999. Where were you then, Craig Brewer?

Beyond everything mentioned above, the movie’s biggest failing has to be how interminable it is. “Black Snake Moan” is probably the most painful experience I’ve had in a movie theater in the past year. Sure, I’ve seen worse films, but they at least had the courtesy to be shorter. “BSM” runs nearly two hours, but feels twice that length. The only backhanded compliment I can pay the film is that while it’s never interesting, it’s not really boring, either. In fact, boredom would’ve been preferred, as it may have allowed me to drift off to sleep for a bit. But nope, the movie was just engaging enough to keep me awake, which is another reason I resent it. I know, I know, “why didn’t you leave?” Well, my most glaring bad habit is that I never walk out of movies…unless it’s an extreme circumstance. Like when I feel a sudden twinge of the “sickness.”

It’s been brought to my attention that Richard Roeper and his guest critic, “Jersey Girl” auteur Kevin Smith, raved about “BSM” on their television show. I understand Smith’s position. It’s definitely not every day he gets a nationally televised forum to talk about a movie bad enough to make his own look good by comparison, but I wonder where Roeper is coming from. I searched out a few online reviews, and much to my surprise, the film’s early Tomatometer rating is high. One critic called the film “entertaining.” I feel the exact opposite, but it isn’t an opinion you can really argue. Another critic claimed that “BSM” answers all the naysayers who bashed “Hustle and Flow’s” misogyny. Let’s see, this movie is about a weak-willed, hedonistic young woman headed down a road to self-destruction until an older man imprisons her in his home thus saving her from herself. Yup, leave it to Craig “Gloria Steinem” Brewer to keep pushing women’s rights forward.

It’s not my place to tell you how to spend your time and money, so go ahead, be like Ryan and see “BSM” if you’d like. While you’re at it, stay for “Music and Lyrics” or “The Number 23″ afterwards, then go home and have your own personal “Grey’s Anatomy” marathon while you eat a hot dog and drink warm Bud Light. You’ll be the anti-Warren. And given that I, on the other hand, will be sitting in front of my computer, watching the “Norbit” trailer for the 800th time, that may not be a bad thing.

“RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!”

It never gets old, I tell ‘ya. It never gets old.