Category Archives: Opinions Are Like Assholes

Opinions Are Like Assholes- You Can Grow One In A Petri Dish

Home-grown-mouse-anus

Via IO9: Functioning Anal Sphincter Grown In Petri Dish

This is the future, people. Science has finally solved the age old problem of the blown out O-ring… in mice.

Why mice? Because no one rump wrangles or power shats harder than the murine, that’s why. But don’t worry, the hierarchy of creatures in need of anus replacement goes 1. Mice, 2. Elton John, so humans should be next in line.

Especially since they are using a combination of human muscle cells and mouse nerve cells to achieve this scientific wonderment. Sound ungodly to you? That’s because you don’t have an asshole like a deflated inner tube. You know what it’s like when your socks lose elasticity and continually slouch down around your ankles? Picture that. Only in your butt.

This is why scientists science first and tell later. Thankfully the result wasn’t some sort of sentient, disembodied half human/half mouse/half anus that got loose (get it?) and wreaked havoc on a major metropolitan area. That would have been terrible. It would make for a good movie, though. I’m writing “Frankenanus” as we speak, so no one steal my idea.

Chalk another one up for science. How many anuses has Jesus replaced? None, I should think. Otherwise it would have been in the Bible, right there next to turning water into wine. Viva la science!

Angels and Assholes

Angels and Assholes

So a while back I wrote a review (…From The Future!) of the Angels and Airwaves vanity project LOVE. Anyone with half a brain could see that it was nothing more than facetious satire. Cut to a month and a half later (because these kids are a little on the SLOW side) and the A&A community are hopping pissed. Turns out, they’re not all about peace and love like Mr. Burns after his longevity treatment; they’re a bunch of intolerant homophobic cyber-bullies.

Check the comments section of my original review to see what makes Tom Delonge’s mascara run. Click the image below for the concurrent rabble-rousing on the AVA message board.

Angels and Assholes 2

It’s sad, really. They can talk the talk, but the second someone disagrees with them or pokes a little fun, they fly off the handle (AKA Tom Delonge’s dick) and start calling people faggot. Granted, no one over the age of 16 likes this band, but still. There’s no excuse for what happened over at the jabber Facebook page. Way to represent your message, guys!

Angels and Homophobes

Not that it matters. The only thing the “message” of Angels and Airwaves improves is Tom Delonge’s bank account. He’s like the leader of a religious cult, benefiting from the unquestioning devotion of his sheep-like acolytes. Guess what, guys- there’s no spaceship/comet waiting to fly you to heaven once you drink the poison Kool-Aid. And you’re certainly not making the world a better place. Just a funnier one.

The Jabber Reviews Creeps

"The Orange Eats Creeps" by Grace Krilanovich

Huff some paint and ride the rails over to ChuckPalahniuk.net, where you can check out my review of Grace Krilanovich’s Burroughsian nightmare, The Orange Eats Creeps. You’ll be happy to know that, although greatly influenced by the man, Krilanovich doesn’t seem to share Burroughs’ fetish for sodomizing young boys hanging by their neck. Enjoy!

The Orange Eats Creeps is a surreal coming of age horror story, a drug-fueled rape fantasy threatening to overtake reality. Almost every sentence is a half-remembered dream of suppressed emotion, which makes summarizing the narrative a difficult endeavor. The synopsis on the jacket puts it best- a girl with drug induced ESP… searches for her disappeared foster sister along “The Highway That Eats People.” Throw in some comparisons to Twin Peaks and a serial killer named Dactyl and you’ve got yourself an interested me

Sofia Coppola Takes A Great Big Boring Shit All Over My Chest

Somewhere poster

And boy, was it loose. The lovely Ms. Coppola hasn’t written a film with a strong plot since she wrote a film with someone who actually knew what a plot was (Jefferey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides,) but Somewhere takes the plotless fecal cake.

The film opens with a page torn straight out of the Vincent Gallo book of filmmaking- a Brown Bunny inspired shot of a Lamborghini driving laps around a racetrack. Ugh. Our intrepid director follows that up with multiple scenes featuring the listless “stripping” of the Shannon twins, if you could call it that. They don’t even take their clothes off. We know these vacuous Hefner rejects like to get naked, throw us a bone here! Even Gallo knew enough to follow up all the self-indulgent monotony with an onscreen blowjob. It’s about payoff!

The first third of this film was a one-way trip to stink town. Thing is, after about 30 minutes, you kind of get used to the stench. I wouldn’t exactly say I started to enjoy it, but once the little girl enters the picture the film becomes tolerable. Unfortunately, some pleasant interactions between father and daughter do not a strong movie make. I attribute the warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest during these scenes to the cascade of hot intestinal offal, not the poignancy of the relationship.

It is a subtle manipulation. After the lights came up and exposed the messy aftermath, after the recycled Lost In Translation moment where the movie should have ended, after the actual, unfulfilling open-ending-  I couldn’t help but feel used and ashamed.

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m too close to the material and I’m being vindictive. Maybe one day I will tell the world about the time I tried to catch Sofia Coppola on the rebound and make her my bride, but until then…

Encapsulated Movie Reviews: The Returnening

Blood River - Lake Mungo - Mother

Blood River- Another belt of moonshine from the Mason jar. Just as tough to swallow and as poorly acted as the previous batch, but for some reason I keep drinkin’ it.

Lake Mungo- One of those pseudo-documentary style horror flicks that are all the rage these days. This one’s about a missing girl with a mysterious past. More interesting than Paranormal Activity and less annoying than The Blair Witch Project.

Mother- Tell your children not to walk my way. Especially if they are sexually frustrated and legally retarded. A bad combo that makes for a good movie about the complicity of family.

Never Let Me Go - Rush - Last Exorcism

Never Let Me Go- Emotionally restrained adaptation of Ishiguro’s quasi science fiction novel. The only thing flatter than Keira Knightley’s performance is her chest.

RUSH: Beyond the Lighted Stage- A chronicle of the greatest drummer in the world, the ugliest woman in rock and roll, and that other guy. Kinda like a longer, better produced episode of Behind The Music. If you like Rush even a little, you’ll like this movie.

The Last Exorcism- Another one of those pseudo-documentary style horror flicks that are all the rage these days. Blair Witch meets The Exorcist meets Rosemary’s Baby. Better than at least one of those movies.

God Who Wasn't There - Galaxy of Terror - Winter's Bone

The God Who Wasn’t There- Sorry, Margaret, I’m not here to take your call. You’ll have to deal with your first period on your own. Those old school maxi-diapers are a bitch. Good thing it’s 2010 and people don’t use them anymore, although they still believe in me for some reason.

Galaxy of Terror- Galaxy of terrible. Except for the infamous giant worm rape scene, which is a bit of brilliance. It’s like the rape scene in Straw Dogs, on an intergalactic level.

Winter’s Bone- Ozarkian hillbilly noir about a young girl’s search for her deadbeat dad who might be dead. I don’t really have a joke for this one. It’s that good.

Restrepo - Beast in Space - Beautiful

Restrepo- A year in the life of a platoon stationed in one of the most strategic (and dangerous) valleys in Afghanistan. Intense doc. Makes me thankful I’m middle class and white and didn’t have to join the army. Let Them Eat War.

Beast in Space XXX- Ridiculously bad euro-sleaze that makes Galaxy of Terror look like 2001. The XXX version features spliced in porno sex, where the genitals don’t match the action. In one such scene they intercut a blond white woman with almost no pubes and a black vagina with a giant, curly bush. That’s how bad this movie is. (Click HERE to be on the receiving end of some giant beast cock. NSFW)

Beautiful- Australian Blue Velvet ripoff that suffers from a lack of Dennis Hopper, Isabella Rossellini’s bush, the chicken walk, and David Lynch behind the camera.

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You Can’t Spell “The Passage” Without “Ass Age”

The P ass age

That book cover is totally in itself! Whoa...

And how do you figure out how old an ass is? You count the rings!

I review Justin Cronin’s post apocalyptic doorstop over at ChuckPalahniuk.net

It’s already been referenced ad nauseum, so I will refrain from making any lazy Twilight comparisons in this review. Those sparkly bastards are too ingrained in the current zeitgeist as it is. Equally as unhelpful is flaccid hyperbole, ready-made blurbs along the lines of, “this ain’t your momma’s vampire novel.” Because The Passage barely qualifies as a vampire novel to begin with. This works in its favor, more often than not, helping set it apart from the rest of the haematophilic pack. Cronin hasn’t so much reinvented the genre as liberally borrowed from it, picking and choosing the perfect combination of fresh and familiar. The result? The successful synthesis of bound and jacketed mass appeal.

James Ellroy Has Mommy Issues

Hilliker Curse

He also has a new memoir, which I have reviewed, over @ the Cult. 224 pages of scar-laced neuroses called The Hilliker Curse. The Demon Dog has no secrets (or shame.) It is very raw and very good.

Onanist. Pervert. Peeping tom. Glue huffer. Panty sniffer. Homeless drifter. John. By his own admission, James Ellroy has been each of these things; he wears it like a badge of honor. In his mind, as a child, he was a murderer. As an adult- a dedicated son and a devoted husband. But what a lot of people don’t realize, is that above all else, he always has, and always will be, a man whose life is ruled by women.

Click HERE for full review.

Also: Blood’s A Rover.

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The Sun Shines Out Ian McEwan’s Ass: SOLAR

Ian McEwan, popular author of (what I assume to be) stuffy British lady-books, returns with the pseudo sci-fi of Solar. The dense molecular cloud of my words collapses into a ball of plasma to form a review over at The Cult. READ IT, before it goes supernova.

I don’t know about everyone else, but I had Ian McEwan’s Atonement pegged as a lady book from a mile away. I’d never read the novel, but I’d seen the movie trailer and it had manipulative tearjerker written all over it. Hence- lady book. Whether I was right or wrong, this impression was the reason I initially had little interest in Solar. But then I read a post on IO9 calling it one of the year’s best science fiction novels and I became intrigued. I love me a good, literary sci-fi novel, so I set about acquiring a copy.

Solar by Ian McEwan

Oh, and apparently I can’t write a review without offending someone’s delicate sensibilities these days. This time around, someone took exception to the term “lady-book”. Seriously. Click HERE (you might have to scroll down.)

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Anne Rice is Shit-Piss Crazy

*****UPDATE*****

Anne Rice quits

 

As of exactly 1:36pm on July 28th, after I had already suffered through her book about how great it was, Anne Rice quit Christianity (via Facebook) for Christ’s sake. I’m sure Jeebus appreciates the gesture. No word on whether the famous author has quit being crazy as well. I tend to doubt it.

*****ORIGINAL POST*****

Crazy Anne Rice

Who the fuck brought me this room temperature Tab?

Unfortunately, her memoir, Called Out of Darkness, is a total snooze. I went in expecting fire and brimstone, but all I got was the literary equivalent of a glass of warm milk. I wanted Sodom and Gomorrah, but I didn’t even get Hooters. Someone’s come a long way since her irate Amazon.com days (click HERE for the crazy.) I blame Jeebus. You can find my thoughts under the usual rock- ChuckPalahniuk.net

Oh, and Anne, if you’ve taken umbrage at anything I’ve said, I’d love to hear from you. :)

UPDATE: Looks like someone’s taken umbrage. Check out THIS post on ChuckPalahniuk.net’s Facebook page. (You might have to scroll down.)

UPDATE UPDATE: Wow. Looks like someone’s getting all antisemitic on my ass. And I ain’t even Jewish!

Antisemitic Anne Rice

UPDATE TO THE 3RD POWER: Bwahahaha… huh? It’s all part of my fake Jewish agenda.

Fack Jewish Agenda

Encapsulated Fantastic Fest Reviews

No filmmaker’s feelings were harmed during the writing of these reviews…

CROPSEY

A nebbish filmmaker and his yenta pal delve into the garbage heap that is Staten Island in search of the mysterious child killer, Cropsey. Very effective real-life horror doc.

METROPIA

Vincent Gallo voices a timid cubicle worker who doesn’t drive shifter-cars in this Orwellian nightmare that is an animated mix of Pixar and Bratz. Just don’t look at his dick in the urinal.

STINGRAY SAM

Was initially unsure, but as soon as the song Fredward hit, I was sold. If this slice of originality doesn’t tickle the funny bone in your heart’s taint, you have no soul.

[REC] 2

Had the same problem as its predecessor- 90 minutes of screaming and camera flailing punctuated by moments of genuine terror. Basically the same film as the first, but the expanded mythology effectively changes the genre from zombie to possession.

BREATHLESS

A borderline psychotic debt collector strikes up a friendship with a sullen high school girl. Well acted, heavy handed Korean drama in which every character is in a physically abusive relationship. Not nearly as sexy as it sounds.

SALVAGE

A quasi zombie flick with post 9-11 overtones that suffers from leaps in logic and continuity issues. A stronger third act could have salvaged this film.

SWEET KARMA

Stripper revenge flick in which the director “played to the strengths” of the lead actress by re-imaging her character as a mute. There were a couple other actors whose characters should have been mute as well.

DURESS

A decent film I was ridiculed for not hating with an unbelievable plot twist that has to be explained via flashback to things we never saw. Yeah, one of those.

PRIVATE EYE

A Korean film noir that is part Indiana Jones, part Sherlock Holmes, and all crowd-pleaser. Really well made and fun as hell.


AVATAR: PREVIEW FOOTAGE

I don’t know why producer Jon Landau had to give such a hard sell to a theater full of nerds, but he did. Impressive visuals combined with a script up to Cameron’s usual standards. Depending on who you are, that could be just good enough or flat-out terrible.

HUMAN CENTIPEDE

Gets my coveted award for Best of the Fest. A generic horror plot gets elevated by an already iconic performance by Dieter Laser and the preposterous premise of sewing people together, ass to mouth. Brilliant.

HAUSU

Seven Japanese school girls get trapped in a haunted house that needs their blood to survive in this unearthed gem from the 70′s. Sounds run of the mill, but the whole thing is directed like an episode of The Monkees. Rumored to be receiving a Criterion release.

DIRTY MIND

Refreshing Belgian comedy that comes across as wholly original despite following what is basically a standard rom com plot. Hollywood, please take note.

REVENANT

An irritatingly mediocre buddy comedy featuring a David Spade lookalike and his vampire friend. No need to sink your teeth into this turd unless you like blood in your stool.

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