I see product placement… and dead people.
Apr 01It’s supposed to be invisible right? They’re supposed to put stuff into movies, and we see the label, but we don’t know we saw the label, and then later we leave and go, “I really need a beer and Twinkies.” But it’s never worked that way on me. And I doubt it works on other people either. But they do it all the time and it’s getting worse and frankly, it’s starting to interfere with my interest in the films that stoop to grab the cash.
I understand the concept – movie’s require money to make and product placement pays big bucks. But in recent years it seems like ad companies have started pining for the days of ET, when the product played a key role in the film. Like Castaway – did the dude have to work for for FedEx? No, but he did, and so in a movie where the guy spends 90 minutes ALONE ON A FUCKING ISLAND, we still get to see FedEx boxes throughout. Fantastic.
But when they start worming their way into the poster, despite what happens in the film, I’m done. I can’t play along any more. With rare exception, I’m doing my viewing through pre-viewed movies when they reach their must-go price – that way, none of my money makes it to the filmmakers.
Observe;
Consider My Bowels Disrupted
Apr 01I’m about one-third of the way through reading (and in parts, re-reading) the entirety of Transmetropolitan, Warren Ellis’ and Darick Robertson’s brilliant, vicious take on a scary American future.
It’s like sudsing up for a long, hot bath in razor blades and cotton candy. And I’m loving every cutting second.
God bless you, Warren Ellis. Whichever fucked-up god is in charge of overseeing your twisted corner of the universe, may he BLESS YOU.
Tits Up: A Comic Shop
Mar 29Tits Up is a recurring feature where I will chronicle gratuitous T&A and the objectification of women throughout fandom and the geekverse at large, especially in mainstream superhero comic books.
Months ago, in my ongoing exploration of the seedy underbelly of Orlando’s strip malls and shopping “centres,” I came across A Comic Shop.
It is exactly what its name implies. Except it’s actually a pretty GOOD comic shop–they had an impressive selection of indie titles, displayed in an appealing fashion. I was tempted to buy a lot, but settled on a few back issues of Local that I was missing.
Cut to MySpace, circa recently. I’m poking around, looking to “friend” places of interest in my locality, when I stumble across A Comic Shop’s MySpace page. Cool enough, I think.
Until I click around, and discover their “Girls of A Comic Shop.” They’re immortalized on the MySpace page in both video and photo form. Basically, it’s fake-breasted models posing in skimpy outfits and superhero costumes. Here’s a PERFECT example.
His Dark, Sizzling Materials
Mar 26Ain’t It Cool has linkage for a “sizzle reel” for the upcoming film adaptation of The Golden Compass, the first book in Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy.
I think I’ve read the first book twice at this point, and loved it muchly–it’s like Harry Potter, but DEEP, man–and now I need to get off my ass and read the whole damn thing before the movies come along and pops that cherry forever.
Holy Frak.
Mar 26I’m sure BSG fans across the galaxy are still foggy from last night’s season three finale.
How do I know this? First, the internet just broke in HALF, dude. Second, I read spoilers a few weeks ago for the last episodes, so my previously stated attempt to remain spoiler-free as I caught up on season three went RIGHT out the window.
Anyway, if you needed confirmation or clarification on what you just saw, what I read about, and what I will eventually see, here’s a good interview with Ron Moore, BSG’s creative overlord and exec producer.
