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Thursday, May 5, 2011
I, Zombie; you, food.
In Haiti, article #246 of the penal code states that you’re not allowed to make a zombie out of another person; I wish American corporations were beholden to a similar restriction. Voodoo punishment, which punishes delinquents through zombification, paradoxically keeps members of society in line with societal norms. If a person steps out of bounds, they are bombarded with natural neurotoxin in a primitive lobotomy to zombify the individual.
In “Zombi”, one of the first of the modern zombie genre films, the Haitian voodoo goes viral.
Expanding on this theme, George A. Romero capitalized on the alien fever of the mid 1900’s and created a terrifying genre of zombie films that relied on an unknown, or ambiguous, source of walking undead outbreak. Slow walking sociopaths who feed on the flesh and brains of the living, much like the mindless, mallrat consumers of modern America. Not only a horror film, “Night of the Living Dead” kicked off a series that was as much social commentary as nail-biting good time.
Free thought is destroyed by the shared, sociopathic subconscious in the zombie-infested world. They reject individuality in support of conventionalist cannibalism. If you think we’re not zombies, think again.
Impervious to shrapnel, zombies require a head shot or conflagration. If their flesh-rot is slowed by the virus then winter will only slow them down. If not, hunker down and wait it out. If they survive the sea then watch the coast; you never know what cannibalistic corpse will wash up on the shore.
Some say that zombies are only slow-moving. Others acknowledge developments in genetic engineering and argue that fast-moving freaks are just as likely as lethargic, livid dead. I say they’re all zombies because they’re all too human.
There are so many zombie movies that it’s hard to categorize them all under the same umbrella. The fear of an entire population being turned into blood thirsty, moronic mutants is all too real for those of us who appreciate the potential of the individual and who decry the critical mass of conventionalist cannibals who have overrun our society. They satiate their thirst for blood by turning on the daily news and they feed on the pain and suffering of their own unnamed countrymen who are infected by the fever of foreign war. Go to the mall or a university and you’ll find more zombies than you can handle.
Head over to Marist college and you’ll find pretentious, parasitic professors pedagogically preying on pedantic pupils. Turn on the news and marvel at the malicious malady that is modern media. Be infected by insidious institutions surrounding us all or the viral videos infesting your once-conscious mind. I, Zombie; you, food.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Why does Ebert like Water for Elephants?
I used to love reading Ebert's opinions and insight, but that insight is long-since decayed. Now, he's just scraping to stay relevant in a time in which criticism and the medium of film is being altered by a quantum revolution in creation, production, and distribution.
Why won't Ebert just bow out gracefully? Why does he still espouse his nostalgic, conventional, outdated opinions, which I can't even call criticism because they're simply reflections of his own bitterness and struggle to recapture a long-lost, romanticized ideal of film.
Let it go, dude; 'Water for Elephants' is standard schlock and nothing more. Ebert, you were great once, but not anymore; get a hobby and enjoy your twilight years. Let us look back fondly on your illustrious career and leave criticism to those of us who better understand the culture of modern movie-making and the future that you're trying so hard to squash. It's over, bud.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Hot or Not? Two Rape Scenes
What happens when you create a Super-hero alter-ego to avenge your own mediocrity? Apparently, you slice off Kevin Bacon's balls and treat those who molest children the same as those who cut in line. Cutting clergy aside, Super good time at the movies.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Funny People
In light of our casting pods at the tv vs film issue on the most recent Podcast Of Love I have elected to waste my virgin Naked Crusaders blog entry on reprinting an old blog of mine that explores this subject in then real time. Then time. Better than real time because it was then. I wrote this in the exciting then-ness of life right after I had seen Pineapple Express and shortly after seeing Tropic Thunder. I even reference Brandon, though not by name. So it comes full circle. And it goes something like this...
...Two fairly hyped comedies have come out the past week. Both were pretty well reviewed as these things go. I speak of Pineapple Express and Tropic Thunder. I’ve seen them both. And I have to say, if, as has been put forth by writers of greater acclaim than I (meaning they were acclaimed at all), these are the funniest movies of the past year, I think it is no wonder I don’t laugh much anymore.
THis should probably make me feel good. I was worried my life had stripped me of whatever receptivity to humor as well as ability to engender laughter I had. But maybe it’s not me. Maybe there just really isn’t anything all that funny out there. If this is the apex than Sweet Bloody Christ On A Stick we’re an unfunny people.
I guess it’s possible the worrying about the decaying of my own sense of humor and wit could be responsible for not thinking these movies are brilliant comedies. But I still think I have some review chops and good instincts left over even if I lack the hope, meaning, and purpose that used to drive them. And these aren’t great movies. And judging by the crowds I saw them with I wasn’t the only one not prostrate with guffaws.
And if you’ve ever been prostrated by a case of the guffaws you know what a bittersweet affliction this can be.
Now neither of these flicks was horrid. Pineapple Express is a stoner comedy from the Freaks And Geeks alumni associated with Judd Apatow. It’s in that vain. Apatow’s movie’s themselves have been acclaimed as the great comedies of our time. They are supposedly this generation’s John Hughes.
If so I weep for the future.
That’s a line from a Hughes movie by the way. If 10 people read this maybe 3 will have known that. If they are under 30 probably none of them will.
But who cares? Life moves on. Moves pretty fast even. If you don't stop and take a look you just might miss something and all that. Fine. But still if these movies are someday looked at as the Breakfast Clubs or Ferris Bueller’s of their time I gotta think we’re missing something and great comedy can now only be found on You Tube and Fox News.
And perhaps at the Country Music Awards.
Seriously, just the idea of it. Awards for the best Country music!
Shit that’s funny stuff.
Anyhow, Apatow’s Superbad was very well thought of last year along with Knocked Up. Both were ok. Really, really ok. But Knocked Up was pretty boring upon a second viewing on cable recently. And Superbad rarely prostrated me. It was a mostly guffawless experience even if a modestly pleasant one. It’s pleasantness I suspect was mostly due to Michael Cera who kicks all kinds of ass and who deserves to fuck every starlet in Hollywood starting with Megan Fox whom he should impregnate and then force to give the baby up to Angelina Jolie in return for Cera letting Jolie fuck him too. Because Michael Cera should violate every starlette in Hollywood and leaving them a quivering mass of ruined flesh. Because that's his nature.
Speaking of him, Juno even got an Oscar bid. Solid movie. Labeled a comedy. But again, not especially a prostrating experience. Same goes of those I watched it with in a theater in Rheinbeck. And if anyone knows comedy it’s the 6 figure salaried folks of Rhinebeck god damn it! I mean their Hannaford is so freaking clean and stately it’s got to be some kind wry ironic joke. These are a gifted people. And yet there were only appreciative chuckles.
Chuckles i say!
And I don't say chuckles often.
But I heard Juno talked of as a Say Anything for this generation. And I could kind of see that. But I still couldn’t help thinking this is sad. Say Anything wasn’t hilarious but it’s eternally quotable. Will youngsters today be quoting Juno 20 years from now? Probably not. They’ll have their work cut out for them just keeping track of all Michael Cera’s love children as they start coming of age and impregnating starlets at an exponential rate that future mathematicians will have to come up with a formula to track. This formula will feature the critical equation MC= S x F squared where MC is Michael Cera and S and F starlets and fucking that Cera has done.
Squared.
And at a velocity to be determined by his mass at the time.
If you know what I mean.
Anyway, back to recent well received comedies. I saw the first Harold And Kumar movie recently. Netflixed it.
With all these recent comedy viewings of mine you can probably tell by now that I have been pretty desperate to find something to laugh about here. And laugh I did. Occasionally. And decidedly without prostration.
When the fuck is someone going to do something for my prostrating needs!?
But the White Castle movie was still pretty damn formulaic and the humor nothing all that special. And yet it, along with the aforementioned comedies are highly thought of. At least for their time. So that’s why I wonder if we’re in unfunny times and if that’s contributing to my inability to form a smile.
Anyway I will touch on the Tropic Thunder controversy and say that protesters, and this includes my old sometimes current per diemey agency UG-ARC (as I found out tonight from a friend who works there), are really a bunch of whiny ass liberals without any sense of humor.
Now this may sound hypocritical in light of the previous passages of this post as well as my own ill formed attempts at humor in said post. But these people haven’t even seen the movie. It’s really not taking shots at retarded people. It’s making fun of Tom Hanks, Dustin Hoffman, and all the other pretty boy actors who turn in sugar coated version of the mentally retarded that have little to do with reality. But of course ours is a culture that deals in reality the way a cat deals with a mouse: pounce on it, kill it, consume the evidence and call it a meal.
Or something more analogous.
People don’t want truth and Hollywood is glad to not give it to them.
But some of these self involved do-gooders want to sway people from seeing a movie because they’re more liberal about retarded people now than about free speech. The Simple Jack and whole “full retard,” segment was one of the few truly funny and observant aspects of the movie and these idiots want it removed!
So is it all me or are we dispossessing ourselves of real humor? Did Carlin take it with him? Fuck, even he wasn’t always that funny. But he prostrated me at times and damn it what more can one man ask of another?
Back to retarded people: I frakking work with these people. Manage a program of 10 of them. I truly care for some of these guys. Have affection for them even. And the “full retard,” segment with Robert Downey Jr and Ben Stiller rang true and was damn straight on funny. Also echoed things I’ve said about Hollywood depictions of the mentally disabled.
And let me just say this now that I bring him up: Robert Downey Jr is the most watchable actor in film. Bar none. He rocks. Without him this movie would have been a total waste of time. The other great moment came with his, “For 400 hundred years,” speech to the other black actor, an actor probably destined to be known as that other black actor despite being the only black actor. This in itself is a bit of genius that redeems a movie that needed more funny and less blowing things up.
Speaking of good parts. Pineapple Express’s crucifixion joint was pretty funny. So was “Fuck Jeff Goldblum.” A few other things as well, but this still wasn’t as good as an episode of Freaks And Geeks of which this could have been a mini reunion with just the two freaks Rogen and Franco getting together and possibly not remembering that they hung out together in school and had a band before one became a seller of weed and the other a process server who smokes a lot of it.
But is was ok. And that seems to be good enough today. I’m ok, you’re ok, we’re all ok. But I don’t feel ok and though I’m not prepared to blame this on Seth Rogen or Ben Stiller, or even that Kumar fellow who was a terrorist on 24, I am serving notice.
But back to the greatness of Robert Downey Jr. In a recent interview he had the following to say about The Dark Knight:“My whole thing is that that I saw ‘The Dark Knight’. I feel like I’m dumb because I feel like I don’t get how many things that are so smart. It’s like a Ferrari engine of storytelling and script writing and I’m like, ‘That’s not my idea of what I want to see in a movie.’ I loved ‘The Prestige’ but didn’t understand ‘The Dark Knight’. Didn’t get it, still can’t tell you what happened in the movie, what happened to the character and in the end they need him to be a bad guy. I’m like, ‘I get it. This is so high brow and so f–king smart, I clearly need a college education to understand this movie.’ You know what? F-ck DC comics. That’s all I have to say and that’s where I’m really coming from.”
Agree or disagree this guy is awesome and should have lots of babies. IF he were a woman he would be a perfect genetic incubator for Michael Cera DNA. But he, at the last, is a man. And a magnificent one who must merely stand side by side with Cera as sexual avatars of our humorless age.
And with Entourage about to start it’s 5th season next month it occurs to me that Jeremy Piven as Ari should be Michael Cera’s agent and help sign him to lucrative deals to fuck and impregnate starlets. Because that’s what Michael Cera needs to do and Ari would understand this and get it done. If you take nothing from this post let it be this that you take the least of: Michael Cera is too much man for Hollywood to contain for long. His seed is a the seed of the ages and it must be spread by the best and hottest women celebrity has to offer us.
Monday, April 18, 2011
'Scream IV' not just another scary movie
EPISODE: 6 or how TV killed the cinema star
Episode 6, brought to us by Naked Crusaders Productions and audible.com went off without a hitch. Sean, Mark Christian and i made up the 'Swing Gang' as usual. Sandy was not able to return this week but KJ jacked into the Matrix as a guest contributor. We started off in the pre-pod discussion answering Sandy's question from last week. "When did you last leave a movie theatre feeling up-lifted. "Second Hand Lions" and "MARWENCOL" were two of the films discussed. The news was light this week. mSpot Offers Netflix-Like Movie Club for New Streaming Movies, "Fly Away," Reviewed, and Sony to distribute next two James Bond films were covered in the lead stories.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
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Friday, April 15, 2011
This most recent installment is 11 years after the last one and seems to pull in a new group of teens to scare as well as reunite the original cast. The reviews from EW as well as Roger Ebert suggest a high body count and that comes as no surprise from a film series that exists as an homage to the slasher films of the 70's and 80's.
My thoughts are positive going in. There is a new trend in the current of modern horror that leans toward the paranormal. A return to the roots of the genre with a film that offers the simplicity of your garden variety psycho killer is refreshingly apropos. I am especially excited to have the opportunity to reconnect with characters I grew up with and see how the writer that created them will interpret their aging into grown ups. William's script will likely pit the wit of the 90's that defined the original with the new techo-social culture that defines the teens of today.
I am looking forward to this film and hope to grow and reminisce with old and new characters.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Dr Harry Bennett, associate professor of modern history at Plymouth University, has identified the main figure in the film as SS officer Walter Gieseke, a Nazi in charge of building a 1,000-mile road across Ukraine that cost tens of thousands of slave labourers their lives.
Dr Bennett says that the film made in 1943 shows the building of a road which became known as The Street of the SS. "Death rates were high amongst the Russian and Ukrainian workers, but almost all of the Jews were murdered. They were worked to the point of exhaustion, forced to dig pits by the side of the road, and then they were machine-gunned to death. This was an extermination programme." said Dr. Bennett. One man who was forced to work on the road was a Jewish artist named Arnold Daghani. He managed to escape, carrying with him sketches and paintings he had made, which he hoped would serve as testimony to the atrocities he had witnessed. Daghani fought for a long time to bring Gieseke to justice.
He escaped artist died in 1985 with the accused Nazi, a self proclaimed "pen pusher", never being proven guilty. This film could be the much needed evidence as well as the proof that once in a while film can stop evil as well as bring meaning to the life of a tortured man.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Marwencol
This documentary illustrates the powerful story of a man from Kingston, NY who was beaten by five men outside a bar to the point that he incurred traumatic brain injury. After losing his memory and personality, he sought a therapeutic release through art. He created a sci-fi/alternative history world in his head and fashioned a real-life stage in his backyard, one-sixteenth the size. Using dolls to play parts, he recreated scenes from his past, present, and imagination. The photographs of his work have been featured in at least one NYC gallery.
Marwencol will make you forget all about Inception. Inception is predictable slop compared to this all too fantastical reality built by one traumatized genius in his backyard.
Monday, April 11, 2011
EPISODE 5: or the gang gets a sponsor
This week opened with the announcement of our new sponsor audible.com. The one stop shop for any audio book need. Sandy Hoffman joined the group and the swing gang discussed the genre of film that is most improved since the 80's. Some of the covered news included Alyssa Milano's 5 favorite baseball movies, as well as Bill Murray to Play Franklin D. Roosevelt in 'Hyde Park on the Hudson'. Sandy mentioned an older Bill Murry film that was later learned to be 'Mad Dog and Glory' Guest judge Stephen Hawkinson joined in arbitrate the debate when Mark and Brandon battled out the first annual Mega Douche between Kevin Smith and Tim Burton.
To read or not to read, that is the question
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Is Being on Twitter and Facebook Like Being Catholic and Jewish?
Monday, April 4, 2011
Naked Crusaders Productions
Friday, April 1, 2011
...and in this corner
This Monday is the Mega Douche competition where Kevin Smith and Tim Burton will battle it out for supremacy over all the other douchebags. Woody Allen's Asian step daughter/girlfriend, Roman Polanski's statutory rape charge, even Stanley Kubrick making Shelly Duval cry does not hold a candle to these two regular ends of the human digestive tract.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
13 Assassins eat cake
The set-up for the action is a compelling tale of demonic delusion that would make any viewer tear at his seat for blood. After decades of peace, justice neglects the evil son of a deceased Shogun as he tears through women all along the countryside in a manner all too literal. Sent to stop him from assuming the power to recreate the age of war are 13 volunteer samurai who make a stand together and unleash hell.
13 Assassins calls up themes of loyalty and to whom it is truly owed. It challenges the fundamentals of nationalism and asks that the nation be defined as the nationals themselves. It illustrates how the pampered and powerful are so far removed from the lives of the people that they simply cannot empathize with their plight. 13 Assassins says that there is a level of sociopathology inherent in those arbitrarily placed at the top. Loyalty, in the world of 13 Assassins, is owed only to those who've earned respect, not claimed respect based on title alone. GET THAT SON OF A SHOGUN!! GET HIM!!
Mega Douche Competition
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
"Get your paws off me..."
Monday, March 28, 2011
EPISODE: 4 or the unbearable likeness of being an adaptation
Naked Crusaders Productions presents the latest edition of the world famous Swing Gang podcast. It had some big news and interesting brain seepage that started with the PREPOD discussion that compared the early thrillers from Alfred Hitchcock such as 'Psycho' to the works of modern thriller Director David Fincher such as his film 'SE7EN'.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Update
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Saturday Matinee Trailers
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
A Place in the....Cemetary
Monday, March 21, 2011
EPISODE 3: or, will they ever like Gone Fishin
PRE-POD: remakes, reboots, retellings, sequels and re-imaginings
Saturday, March 19, 2011
'Hereafter' afterlife
Sunday, March 13, 2011
"Girl Walks into a Bar.MOV"
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Roger Ebert hates Battle: Los Angeles
Monday, March 7, 2011
EPISODE 2: attack of the clones
On our second podcast the swing gang focused on the gap between the Oscar season and the blockbuster season, primarily with the flood of comedy and sci fi/horror films. In the opening 'pre-pod' discussion we talked about Roger Ebert's article in 'News Week', 'Why i Hate 3D Movies'. The leading stories of this week covered the 'Superman' buzz and cleared the air of a lot of the rumor, as well as Alcon's purchase of the prequel/sequel rights to 'Blade Runner'
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Ray Kurzweil and the singularity
Thursday, March 3, 2011
DE-ception!
Sunday, February 27, 2011
...and the Oscar goes to
Pod-Prequel
Saturday, February 26, 2011
EPISODE 1: Oscar Fever
Naked Crusader's presents "The Swing Gang" Produced by Christian King and Sean Skidmore and hosted by Brandon Schoonmaker. This is the first in our on going film appreciation podcast that follows Brandon, Sean, Logan, Christian and Mark in a conversation style discussion of film related news and entertainment.