Weezing July 27, 2007
Posted by argotnavis in Music, News.Tags: Weezer
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I heard on the radio that Weezer are “not broken up” and are “working on new material.” I somehow become less and less excited every time I hear that.
On driving to Phoenix July 22, 2007
Posted by argotnavis in Cars, Humor, Life.Tags: Arizona, Ford Taurus
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Some thoughts:
1) Are those signs that say “State Prison — Do not pick up hitchhikers” really necessary. Wouldn't “State Prison” suffice? Has this conversation ever occurred? “Hey honey, can we pick up that guy in the orange jumpsuit with the numbers on the front? He looks like he needs a ride.” “Didn't we just pass the state prison?” “So?”
2) The Ford Taurus is one of the most boring cars ever. I had always questioned those Ford commercials that start, “You didn't buy your sedan because it's exciting. . .” but now that I've driven the Taurus, I understand. If you purchased a Ford sedan, you presumably did not do so because it was exciting. Of course, considering the fact that I averaged a respectable but thoroughly unimpressive 26 MPG on the way here, I don't know that Ford's claim of buying a sedan for its fuel economy is all that true. The EPA estimated fuel economy for the new FWD Taurus is 18 city, 28 highway, so I got a bit under the highway estimate, but still pretty close. Note also that such boring cars as the Chevrolet Corvette, BMW 335i and Mazda RX-8 have exactly the same EPA estimates. The Lotus Exige manages better. And, since you knew I was going to mention it, yes, the Jetta GLI gets more, too. Seriously, I just can't think of a single thing I really like about the Taurus, other than the fact that it saved me from having to drive the uncomfortably small Chevy Aveo. As another observation, I think it's interesting that the design of the Taurus has in three body styles moved from distinctive but ugly to generic and ugly to virtually indistinguishable from the Ford Fusion. Apparently Ford is moving to the Saab school of “several models, all of which look basically the same.”
Dear lord. . . July 19, 2007
Posted by argotnavis in Cars, TV/Movies.Tags: Bugatti, craziness, superlatives, Top Gear
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I've been interested in the Bugatti Veyron for some time now, but this is somehow the first time I've actually managed to see one in action. Top Gear's James May apparently managed to take it up to its top speed of 253 miles per hour. Of course, such a speed makes it the fastest street-legal production car in the world . . . you know, for situations where you need a car that is both street-legal and capable of 250+ MPH. My interest in it, of course, is the Volkswagen-derivedness of its massive 8 liter, quad turbocharged (not that quad turbos are anything new for Bugatti. The EB110 of the early to mid-'90s used a quad-turbocharged V12, although it only managed a measly 540 HP) W16 engine, producing somewhere in the neighborhood of 1001 HP — a nice, low number. The W16 is, unlike the rather strange, three-banked W18 of the Veyron concept, pretty similar to the “let's stick two VR6s together” W12 engine of the VW Phaeton (among others), which is also pretty similar to the W8 formerly available in the Passat. Anyway, watch the damn thing. It's pretty impressive, if nothing else.
A problem of definition July 17, 2007
Posted by argotnavis in Food, Language, TV/Movies.Tags: Food Network, Golden Girls, Las Vegas, sophistication
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I was just watching “Unwrapped,” specifically the episode on vending machines (it's when I repeat things like that several times that I begin to feel bad about myself). They were showing footage of the International Vending Machine Conference (OK, I made up that title, but seriously, it's a vending machine trade show) in Vegas, and they had an interview with someone who is apparently an expert on, or manufacturer of, vending machines. In said interview, he said, “Consumers are becoming more sophisticated, and it's the consumers that drive everything.” They then showed vending machines containing a hangover cure, one of those vitamin supplement packs you can buy at the gas station, and a giant, frozen burrito. Really? That's more sophisticated? Maybe it's just me, but I probably would have left those particular shots out of the “sophisticated vending machines” montage. Then again, what do I know? Maybe eating a giant, gross burrito is considered sophisticated these days.
New thought: I just turned on the “Golden Girls” (again, it's when I repeat things like this. . .) and Sophia, Dorothy, Blanche and Rose were coaching a boxer. For a second, I thought it was one of those dream episodes, like that one where giant posters of Rose's face were up all over Red Square, but no, they actually coach a boxer in this episode.
That burger isn't cured enough. . . July 12, 2007
Posted by argotnavis in Food.Tags: bacon, burgers, health
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Lately I've been asking myself some questions. The one that keeps coming to mind, over and over, is this: Do we really need the Wendy's Baconator sandwich? For those who don't know, and can't figure it out, the Baconator is a double cheeseburger with six (yes, six) strips of bacon on it. I checked out the nutrition facts over at the Wendy's site, and I'm happy to say that they at least don't bother putting any vegetables on it for you as “standard equipment.” I mean, those tomatoes really just slow you down. Anyway, here are the facts you've been dying to hear: 830 glorious calories, 51 grams of fat, 170 mg of cholesterol, 1920 mg of sodium. But do you know what the most disturbing part about all of this is? You're still probably better off eating the Baconator, a double cheeseburger with six strips of bacon on it (I felt I had to repeat that) than a plain Six Dollar Burger from Carl's Jr. Seriously. Unless you're watching your cholesterol, that is. The Six Dollar Burger only has 150 mg. Disturbingly, the sodium content of the Six Dollar Burger can be reduced from 1980 mg to 1910 mg by adding bacon. I'm not sure how that one works, to tell you the truth.
Death Valley: The Revenge of Bloody Bill July 8, 2007
Posted by argotnavis in Humor, TV/Movies.Tags: Arizona, bad movies, Egypt, Twilight Zone, writing, zombies
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If you're a regular viewer of any and all Twilight Zone marathons aired on the Sci-Fi Network, you're probably familiar with this film, or at least with the teaser, which was aired pretty constantly during the 4th of July marathon. I was pretty intrigued by what I saw, as it promised to be a terrible zombie movie, so, of course, I watched it. To get you interested, it's directed by someone you've never heard of, and written by the Yuan brothers (well, I assume they're brothers), who have never written a film before, but one of them did produce two episodes of “Shear Genius” (yes, the reality show about hairdressers). And, of course, there are “Original Zombie Effects” by Richard Miranda, who has also done (uncredited) effects work for such brilliant films as Friday the 13th Part VII, Nightmare on Elm Street 5, Honey I Blew Up the Kid, Army of Darkness (OK, so he had one good one) and Ghost Ship, among others. I'm not sure why they bothered to put the “original” in front of that, since I'm pretty sure I've seen these zombie effects before, but what do I know?
I'm not even entirely sure how to tell you about the greatness of this movie. I believe that during the movie I made the comment that it just watched like a bunch of edits with no scene in between. In retrospect, that probably isn't the most straightforward way of saying it, but essentially, while watching it, you almost constantly find yourself saying, “Wait, what the hell just happened?” One of my professors once told me that the mark of really good writing is that it never forces the reader to turn back to something he or she read previously. This movie is basically the exact opposite of that. It's probably being generous to say that most of this movie watches like a music video. Actually, I was almost positive the director had only done music videos before. Turns out, I was wrong. He had directed exactly one other B-movie before, and nothing else. But he's a very accomplished cinematographer for some TV documentaries I've never heard of.
Of course, the best part of the film is the soundtrack. Basically, there are two types of songs in this movie. Bad hard rock songs by a band that I assume normally does Rob Zombie covers at a local bar, and softer numbers sung by a woman channeling the lead singer of Evanescence. Yes, terrible. And, believe me, you hear them a lot. This movie isn't just cut like a music video, it very well might have initially started off as a music video.
So, I hear you ask, what is this movie about? Good question, you. Our movie starts out with our hero, a cop, following a drug dealer through the desert in her car, a lovely old Hyundai. Long story short, he throws all his coke out the window at her, she swerves and he gets away. Well, we never see her again, but our drug dealer friend stumbles across a bar in lovely Sunset Valley, Population 99. He yells at the bartender for a beer for a while, before discovering that the bartender is. . . a zombie! Yeah, surprising. Anyway, long story short, he's eaten by zombies. Flash to the sign again, Population 100. Get it? Apparently the director thought this might be confusing, because every single time someone dies, the camera flashes to that damned sign. I mean, ok, you see the 100, sure, that's cute. 101, ok, cool. 102, seriously, we get it. Of course, it ends up being higher than 102. And every time, like clockwork, we get to see the population increase. I'm impressed that they had the budget for that many signs, though.
Cut to a group of teens packing up for a road trip. Where have I seen this before? Oh right, every other horror movie ever made. This smart group of youngsters is going to a debate tournament in Phoenix. Surprisingly, our teens (and their equally intelligent debate coach) don't actually make it to Arizona. No, the driver hits a hitchhiker on the way there. Just kidding. Actually, he's pretending to be hit so that he can carjack them and make them go after his business partner, Mr. Zombie Cocaine Dealer. And he has a feeling he might be hiding out in Sunset Valley. Why? Because. . . actually, that's never addressed. Why, indeed, does Mr. Carjacker think his business partner might be hanging out in a town that has only been populated by zombies for well over 100 years? The world may never know. But off they go, apparently.
They get there, and, in typical horror movie fashion, walk into the abandoned hotel and start yelling, “Is anybody here?” You know, after the first couple, you can assume no one is. Well, Zombie Coke Dealer is here, at least, and he lets everyone know that they better watch out for Bloody Bill. Then Mr. Carjacker shoots him. Something about money, I believe. Anyway, Zombie Coke Dealer then disappears. Again, this is never explained and doesn't make any difference. There are no other mysterious disappearing zombies in this film. But what about this “Bloody Bill?” Well, luckily, one of our debaters knows literally everything about him. Why? Who the fuck knows? Anyway, after a brief tirade about how the Bible must be true, as the “world's three major religions” all believe it, he goes on to tell us about Mr. Bill. He was a Union Army deserter, I think. Anyway, he was a Confederate soldier who, of course, hates Yankees. I can sympathize. I hate the fucking Yankees, too. But you know who he hates even more than Yankees? Black people. Cue Mr. Carjacker getting very upset (note that he also just did some coke, and is a little on edge). “I heard that tone! You're talking about me!” He then points a gun at the kid's face. “No, never!” “You better watch that tone.” Now that that's over, he can continue. You see, Bloody Bill came to Sunset Valley, but since he was a murderer, the townspeople killed him. . . and, afraid he would come back as a zombie, burned his corpse. Well, more like, burned him alive. Anyway, he vowed to get revenge on the townspeople even if he had to climb back from hell. So, he did that. And then turned them all into zombies for some reason. Also, as a spoiler for you, one of the girls in the group looks exactly like his sister. Right down to the haircut. It's period details like that one that really make the film.
Anyway, at this point you might be asking yourself something. They know there are zombies, they know they are evil. Why are they not leaving? Good question. Their van is still working. Unlike most “group of teens on road trip gets stuck somewhere and attacked by serial killers/zombies/Dracula/Wolfmen/Creatures from the Black Lagoon,” these teens aren't obviously stuck. The van still works. I'll say that again. The van still works. By the end of the movie, only one of them is alive, and up until that point THEY HAVEN'T FUCKING TRIED TO GET INTO THE VAN AND LEAVE. Of course, they couldn't leave anyway because of the curse, but wouldn't you FUCKING TRY? Plot hole number two (in a film that clearly has no others): one teen slowly becomes a zombie. . . I think. Anyway, he starts rejecting normal food and complaining about “being hungry.” Also, we see some zombies dining on brain (cooked, of course). And yet, whenever they kill someone, they turn them into a zombie (population 103). Why don't they, you know, eat them? And furthermore, if they aren't eating anyone who comes into the town, since they have to turn them into zombies, who are they eating? It's questions like this that keep me up at night.
Long story short: girl gets turned into a zombie, she bites the arm of the kid who told the story (nice latex arm effects), obviously Southern kid runs off (“Why did I let you guys get me into this? I'm from Georgia!”), he gets turned into a zombie in spite of being Georgian, Coke Dealer Guy pulls out an uzi (don't ask, I have no idea), which is then stolen by debate coach. I'll make this shorter. Everyone except the girl who looks Bloody Bill's sister dies. Highlights: the coke dealer dies and the remaining kids see him again and talk to him for several minutes. “Wait a minute, you didn't have a Southern accent before. . .” Oh, it's Bloody Bill wearing his face. Next one. Girl walks into the church. Ah, she'll be safe there. Then she hears a zombie priest saying prayers. Apparently this church is of the Lovecraftian variety, and is one of the least safe places in town. Here's the good part, though. The girl knows that this town is only populated by zombies, and she knows that the zombies all have similar voices; very similar, in fact, to the one this priest has. And yet. . . she continues to walk toward him until she is attacked by Bloody Bill. Add to this a bunch of scenes that I assume are supposed to be montages, set to the bad Rob Zombie rip-off music. I say I assume they're supposed to be montages, because they generally. . . make no sense. So basically, it's a montage of someone running, shot at a bad angle, followed by a poorly cut scene that really doesn't logically follow. Examples of brilliant cuts include this one: girl is knocking on some door, cut, she's on the floor in a house. Apparently we're supposed to assume she shouldered her way through it? I'm really not sure.
Basically, it's the best movie I've seen in a long time. You should probably make sure you're watching this one with some people around, because I don't think it can hold your attention if you aren't making fun of it. Also, being drunk probably helps. And hopefully, if you're really, really lucky, like I was, one of “The Asylum's” other great films, like Legion of the Dead, will be on. A movie about an Egyptian tomb found in the United States (they had a Transatlantic trade route. . . of course) featuring both Zach Galligan AND Bruce Boxleitner? It's too good to be true! (Sadly, it is true.)