So, this news is a little late, but I'm going to post it for two reasons:

1. I just started this blog today. A little backtracking, I think, is acceptable.

2. Kevin Smith is one of my favorite screenwriters, and therefore, any Kevin Smith news (even if it's posted a few days late), is good news in my eyes.

Smith's upcoming "Zack and Miri Make a Porno" has been making some internet buzz concerning its official MPAA rating. This isn't the first time he's been threatened with an NC-17 rating, and hopefully he's able to scale it back slightly. I can't imagine this flick doing too much damage at the box office with an NC-17 warning.

Anyways, a few days back, Smith posted a new screenshot of "Zack and Miri" on his myspace blog. It looks like this:

I am very intrigued by this project. Even though Jason Mewes, Jeff Anderson and Jennifer Schwalbach Smith are returning, this is the first time Smith has really come out of that "casting-only-my-friends" bubble he's used since "Clerks."

Smith is notorious for his stick-to-the-script mentality, and if you know anything about Seth Rogen's, who plays the title character Zack in this flick, work with Judd Apatow, he's a improvisational master. I would've have loved to have been a fly on the wall during shooting for tis movie. It would be interesting to see how their very different styles worked together on this.

Maybe Smith has grown more lenient towards improv. For those of you you saw the short-lived teaser trailor (which was eventually taken offline because the MPAA never reviewed it before it went up), the entire thing was improvised. This could be a new chapter in the Kevin Smith saga.

I'm sure there will still be plenty of Dick n' Fart jokes; it just depends on who's Dick n' Fart jokes they are — Smith's or Rogen's. Either way, I think these are two of the great comedic minds around right now. Together, I really feel like this movie has potential to be hilarious.

Without giving anything away, this is an epic film (and trust me: based on the sheer size and scope of the visuals and storytelling, that’s not an overstatement). It’s the “Godfather II” of comic book films and three times more earnest than “Batman Begins” (and fuck, was that an earnest film). Easily the most adult comic book film ever made. Heath Ledger didn’t so much give a performance as he disappeared completely into the role; I know I’m not the first to suggest this, but he’ll likely get at least an Oscar nod (if not the win) for Best Supporting Actor. Fucking flick’s nearly three hours long and only leaves you wanting more (in a great way). I can’t imagine anyone being disappointed by it. Nolan and crew have created something close to a masterpiece.

So. F'ing. Excited.

If that alone isn't enough for you, go over to We Are Movie Geeks (which, by the way, is quickly becoming one of my new favorite dailies to read.  I'll go ahead and admit it, I have a blogcrush on them).

They featured this awesome poster: (and I totally agree it's the best yet.  A ridiculously beautiful piece of design work is what it is)

The also have a nice Christian Bale Interview linked up.  Spoilerific clip and video of the first 5 minutes (which has been floating around for a while, but in case you missed it).  Is it bad that I liked to be spoiled and I can never just wait for the film?

Speaking of not being able to wait... they also directed me over to Rope of Silicon for a delightfully silly countdown calendar list of Things to Do While Waiting for The Dark Knight.

And lastly a harrowing tale of identity theft and missing out on tickets for the midnight screening on IMAX. We feel your pain dude.  Here is an excerpt:

July 18th, 2008.

Geeks know the date, it’s like December 25th or July 4th.

July 17th, by the way, will suck an awful lot. You know why? Because you know that if you just go to sleep, you’ll wake up to the gift of Batman.

If you’re like me, however, you don’t need sleep. If you are a real geek, then you are probably going to be at a Thursday night midnight showing. I will be… oh, wait, I was going to be.

As for me,  I will most likely be at a Thursday night midnight screening in Providence. I just found out that my brother Dan will be back here that week, so now I will have company.   I am a very happy geekgirl.

For those keeping track, my geek calendar goes: Hellboy II next week, The Dark Knight the week after AND X-Files: I Want to Believe the week after that. And if we finally get the Half-Blood Prince trailer one of these weeks, I will be in non-stop squee mode.

Somewhere in there I'm also working my day job, working on tons of my own projects, teaching art classes at a summer camp for a week and throwing a big party.   But I will be carrying with me, the constantly slightly distracted spirit of geek season, for the remainder of July and trying to not let it interfere with the "reality" part of my life.

(or dreamily letting it interfere with the "reality" part of my life, when it's convenient and necessary to escape into my head.  you know how it goes.)

Director Kevin Smith's reaction to The Dark Knight:

Without giving anything away, this is an epic film (and trust me: based on the sheer size and scope of the visuals and storytelling, that's not an overstatement). It's the "Godfather II" of comic book films and three times more earnest than "Batman Begins" (and fuck, was that an earnest film). Easily the most adult comic book film ever made. Heath Ledger didn't so much give a performance as he disappeared completely into the role; I know I'm not the first to suggest this, but he'll likely get at least an Oscar nod (if not the win) for Best Supporting Actor. Fucking flick's nearly three hours long and only leaves you wanting more (in a great way). I can't imagine anyone being disappointed by it. Nolan and crew have created something close to a masterpiece.

Thanks to Foster for the rad new one sheet!

Cuando las vi los personajes que las protagonizaban y las historias que contaban retrataban una vida fascinante. Gente que exploraba sus sentimientos y daba sus opiniones libremente. Toda la cultura grunge que dio lugar a la idea de ser "cool" e interesante, pero al mismo tiempo intelectual y sensible. La idea de convertirme en uno de esos personajes era formidable.

Es increible cuánto el personaje de Lelaina me recuerda a Nuri, quien es (o fue, sigo sin saber) el amor de mi vida. Por supuesto yo quería ser como Troy, y esconder toda mi tristeza y desamor detrás de mi ingenio y sarcasmo. La idea de ser un intelectual despreocupado por la vida, honesto y duro, pero más que nada duro con él mismo era atractiva. Cosas que aprendí a imitar. (También me hubiera gustado ser tan guapo como Ethan Hawke... pero bueno, no siempre se gana).

Lo maravilloso del proceso es que sin darme cuenta he emulado con mi vida tantas cosas que vi en estas películas. Todavía uso frases y oraciones de ellas. Repasando algunos diálogos de Reality Bites:

Troy: "See Lainy, this is all we need. A couple of smokes, a cup of coffee, and a little bit of conversation. You and me and five bucks."

Lelaina: Well, I know this sounds cornball but I'd like to somehow make a difference in people's lives. -Troy: And I... I would like to buy them all a Coke.

Troy: There's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle... and I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.

Diálogos tomados de: http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/6327/reality.html

A lo que sigue... Chasing Amy. Kevin Smith siempre me ha entretenido, pero esta cinta en particular tuvo una influencia enorme sobre mí. Los paralelismos con mi vida son verdaderamente asombrosos.

Cuando tenía 19 años conocí a la Majo. Nuestra historia es un poco como la de la película, aunque menos conflictiva. Desde el primer día supimos que nunca nos entenderíamos tan bien con nadie, como el uno con el otro. Luego resulta que a ambos nos interesan las mujeres y terminamos todo en una hermosa amistad. Absolutamente maravilloso, el cine imita a la vida y veo una historia de mi vida antes de vivirla.

Con frecuencia hablo de estas películas, pero poca gente parece haberlas visto, al menos en esta ciudad. No conozco a nadie que haya visto Dream for an Insomniac, y muy poca gente que vio Singles. Singles me encantaba, mis bandas favoritas aparecían en ella... Eddie Vedder interpretaba a uno de los personajes, y bueno, me parece que mis amigos solteros han llegado a la fase descrita por la película. Es tan gracioso, ver y recordar y hacer analogías.

Me causa risa recordar Dream for an Insomniac por varios motivos. Entre ellos, el hecho que Jennifer Aniston hace un papel secundario. Antes de ser lanzada a la fama por la televisión, era "la mejor amiga" en esta peli. Años más tarde leí un libro de la escritora/directora de DFAI, se llamaba God Shaped Hole. En realidad no me gustó, era una historia de amor simple, lineal y perfecta. Nada que deducir en el camino. Lo único agradable del libro es como llegué a él: Estaba dando clases a Natalia, una alumna muy querida, y empecé (sin darme cuenta) a cantar "If your intentions are pure/I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world..." Con todo el entusiasmo que su bipolaridad le permitía, Natalia me preguntó: "You know that song?!" Al día siguiente llegué a su casa con una copia de Euphoria Morning, le conté que era uno de mis discos favoritos y que había sido fan de Chris Cornell desde siempre. A cambio ella me prestó el libro. Los protagonistas se conocen a través de un anuncio de periódico con frases de esa canción, Preaching the End of the World.

Ahora estoy convencido que estas no son, ni serán las mejores películas que vea en mi vida. Tampoco puedo verlas con demasiada frecuencia. Pero las recuerdo con cariño. Sé que quedaron grabadas muy profundo en mi cerebro. Puedo recordarme desvelado viendo alguna de ellas, simplemente porque contaban las historias que yo quería vivir. Al final no eran tan malas, al menos lograban retratar lo complicado que puede ser el amor y lo dificil que puede ser la vida. Quizás de una forma idealizada, pero al final, interesante. Y bien, crecí, sin darme cuenta me convertí en uno de esos personajes que van a la cafetería, opinan, se ponen melancólicos, espontáneamente dicen frases que atrapan la atención. Personajes que viven a medio camino entre el intelecto y la vagancia. Adictos a la cafeína que se inventan poesía en cualquier lado porque tienen que aprovechar el momento para explicar que se han enamorado.

Supongo que nunca se vive como en la adolecencia. Estoy seguro que de haber visto estas películas siendo adulto me habría aburrido. Llegaron a mí en el momento preciso y se quedaron para siempre. Cosas de la vida que se vuelven parte de ti y no te das cuenta hasta que vuelves a mirarlas.

I'm only looking at stuff that doesn't talk about what happens in the film.

For example, don't read the Rolling Stone review, because I've read that it blows one of the big surprises in the film.

Foolish! And more than a little dastardly, to be honest.

But I read Peter Sciretta's excellent /Film every day and I generally agree with him; he's got a really cool and classy operation going on over there.

Peter got to attend the press screening with writer, director and epic comic book nerd Kevin Smith.

They both loved it.

Peter says:

Last night was EPIC. I had one of those movie experiences that only happens once in a long long time, where you leave the theater completely blown away by what you just experienced. Folks, this isn’t hype - The Dark Knight is a movie will destroy your expectations.

And then he includes a link to Kevin Smith's comments, which go a little something like this:

Without giving anything away, this is an epic film (and trust me: based on the sheer size and scope of the visuals and storytelling, that's not an overstatement). It's the "Godfather II" of comic book films and three times more earnest than "Batman Begins" (and fuck, was that an earnest film). Easily the most adult comic book film ever made. Heath Ledger didn't so much give a performance as he disappeared completely into the role; I know I'm not the first to suggest this, but he'll likely get at least an Oscar nod (if not the win) for Best Supporting Actor. Fucking flick's nearly three hours long and only leaves you wanting more (in a great way). I can't imagine anyone being disappointed by it. Nolan and crew have created something close to a masterpiece.

They're speaking to the choir as far as I'm concerned, but it's good to hear that good guys such as these guys are happy with what they saw.

I'm pretty sure I'll be, too, on July 18!

Repudio: 1 ) una renuncia
a cualquier reclamo en conexión a; 2) desautorización; 3) una declaración
hecha para salvar el propio pellejo.

Aunque sea obvio,
de aquí a diez minutos más o menos a ''View Askew'' le gustaría declarar
que este film es --de principio a fin-- una obra de fantasía cómica
que no se debe tomar en serio. Insistir que cualquier cosa que verán
es incendiario o incitante es perderse nuestra intención
y dar un juicio no merecido; y juzgar está reservado a Dios
y sólo a Dios (esto va también para Uds.,
los críticos de cine es una broma)''. Así que, por favor - antes de pensar
en herir a alguien por culpa de este tonto film, recuerden:
hasta Dios tiene sentido del humor.

Basta con mirar al ornitorrinco.

Gracias y disfruten del espectáculo.

P.D. Sinceramente nos disculpamos
con los admiradores del ornitorrinco que se hayan ofendido por ese comentario
desconsiderado sobre los ornitorrincos. Nosotros en ''View Askew'' respetamos
al noble ornitorrinco y para nada es nuestra intención
despreciar a estas criaturas estúpidas.

Gracias otra vez
y disfruten del espectáculo.

Una vez más por aquí, ahora mismo estamos en casa de un amigo mirando esta película. Para quien aún a día de hoy no la conozca os dejo el trailer:

La película en sí se resume en un corto espacio de tiempo, Loki y Barnaby, dos ángeles expulsados del cielo para siempre encuentran el modo de volver al cielo. La iglesia católica en un afán de llegar a las juventudes ha organizado la iniciativa del "Catolicismo Guay" acompañado con una bula total de todos los pecados cometidos si se atraviesa cierta iglesia de New Jersey el día propicio.

Sin embargo Loki y Barnaby pueden causar con esto el fin de todas las cosas conocidas con este gesto, ya que contrariarían la voluntad de Dios y por ello traerían el fin de todas las cosas.

La película esta dirigida por el hombrecillo de ahí arriba, Kevin Smith, un loco director de cine de New Jersey. Entre su haber se hayan películas tales como Clerks, Mallrats o Chasing Amy. Siempre irreverente, provocador y casi siempre soez. Este director independiente gano con su primera obra Clerks, gradaba en la tienda donde trabajaba, el primer premio en el festival creado por Robert Redford en Sundance.

Reparto:

Ben Affleck----------------> Barnaby

Matt Damon---------------> Loki

Linda Fiorentino------------> Bethany

Salma Hayek-------------- > Serendipity

Jason Lee-----------------> Azrael

Jason Mewes---------------> Jay

Alan Rickman--------------> Metatron

Chris Rock----------------> Rufus

Alanis Morissette-----------> DIOS

N o os destripo mas el contenido, por que merece la pena. Pero os aviso al final de los títulos de crédito hay una minisorpresa.
Por cierto, solo con fines cómicos e informativos os pondré una charla en una universidad que dio el director, no tiene desperdicio:

Y para que veáis que es cierto:

Mucho me pude reir con casi toda esta charla en Cornell, desde la chica lesbiana hasta la primera relacion sexual con su esposa, no tiene desperdicio. Os dejo la parte de la mujer:

Zero spoilers here folks and 26 days until we can witness this event of cinema. I've got my flights booked to catch the Thursday midnight showing in an IMAX screen in Glasgow and I'm giddy even thinking about it.

More reviews as they show.

Ayer, varios sitios gringos tuvieron la oportunidad de ver esa The Dark Knight y diablos que todos están vueltos locos. A pesar que esperarán hasta el estreno para dar las respectivas reseñas, en /Film simplemente señalan que la película destruirá las expectativas de todos. Una experiencia cinematográfica única que se da solamente en contadas ocasiones durante la vida. Pero la gente de SlashFilm, Firstshowing o FilmSchoolRejects no estuvieron solos, ya que Kevin Smith se apareció para ver la película. Todos concuerdan con lo que ya se ha comenzado a rumorear, pero mejor que  la impresión del director de Clerks lo resuma todo.

"Sin darle nada que no merezca, esta es una película épica (y créanme: basado en en el tamaño y alcance de los visuales y la narración, eso no es una exageración). Es "El Padrino II" de las películas de cómics y tres veces más seria que "Batman Begins" (Y joder, esa si que fue una película seria). Fácilmente, la película comiquera más adulta jamas realizada. Heath Ledger no entregó mucho de una performance normal, desaparece completamente - adueñándose  - en el rol; Lo sé, no soy el primero en sugerirlo, al menos va a tener una nominación al Oscar (si es que no lo gana) como Mejor Actor de Reparto. La puta película llega casi a las tres horas de duración y solo te deja queriendo ver más (de una gran forma). No puedo imaginar a nadie defraudado. Nolan y su equipo han creado algo cercano a una obra maestra"

Ahora, para llenar a los regodeones e insatisfechos, Movie Hole tuvo la oportunidad de hablar con Gary Oldman respecto a la tremenda ni que guasonesca actuación de la que todos están hablando. En todo caso, el viejo Gary como que se fue en volada respecto al futuro del Joker:

“No veo porque no pueda ser [Buscar a un nuevo actor para el Joker]. Quiero decir, lo hicieron con el personaje de Katie Holmes. Entiendo que son circunstancias diferentes, pero creo que otro actor puede hacer el trabajo. Creo que a Heath querría que otro actor se encargara de ello".

Tras ello, el actor la pensó mucho mejor y reconsideró la tontera que estaba señalando. "Quizás, no necesitamos al Joker. Tenemos también a El Acertijo". La gran pregunta a partir de ahora será si Christopher Nolan regresará para una tercera entrega. Oldman al parecer entiende que existen contratos que se deben cumplir: "Nosotros realmente no sabemos si que Nolan regresará... Quiero decir, yo tengo que volver. Nolan debería regresar para una tercera. Creo que todos debemos hacerlo". De acuerdo a /Film, Gary Oldman no aspiraba a tener que interpretar al Teniente Gordon en toda una saga de películas. Obviamente, por contrato debe hacerlo. Personalmente, creo que Nolan terminará la trilogía.

Quite awake this morning. I get on the bus and read some more of 'My Boring Ass Life', never once nodding off and occassionally laughing aloud. Some odd fellow in a motorized shopping cart, you know, the scooter shits that the overweight or eldery ride and run over your feet with - particularly at Disney, gets on the bus and delays us a minute or two. This causes my perfect schedule to be ruined, my transfer bus gone by the time we reach the station. I fork over an extra 75 and ride the sluggish bullet train through the city. Normally I'd watch the evolution and devolution of neighborhoods and establishments but I found myself pulled into more of the book.

It's gotten to the point where I get so caught up in a read I stop noticing attractive women. A beautiful brunette wearing a brown and blue patterned dress sat next to me and I didn't even care to glance. I think she felt somewhat offended when she exited the train and I'd finally acknowledged her existence...a bit late. Nothing wrong with letting go of my primal instincts of finding women to sow my seeds, feel a bit odd being single and not at least making an attempt to look up.

Anyway, I get to work and I'm met with my normal office overrun by it's rightful owner, the accountant. I'm put in the office next door and it takes two hours or so to get adjusted into the feeling. The room was roomier and for some reason the chair was about three times the size of my ass so my feet didn't touch the floor when I sat back in it. I normally am quite unaware of my average stature, but I don't need some giants chair making me feel like some kind of dwarf. The computer I'm working on only has Photoshop 7 and I'm subjected to what is now ancient technology. All my little shortcuts and strategies had to be thrown out the window for more tedious methods. Quite the annoyance.

Sliced and fully coded(all pages) the website I'd worked on the previous day and programmed a keyword search engine for the other website. All in all I was amazed I had the programming skill to pull of the script, I hadn't written a mySQL script in at least 5 years so it was quite the ride down memory lane.

I ended up staying an hour later at work working on small bugs in the website, at the end of the day I crack open the site on another computer in IE and the website's thrashed. The navigation's misplaced, the gallery isn't functional at all, and to top it off, the browser it was optimized for(FF) has bugs as well. Everything worked fine on my computer, odd. And I included IE hacks and fixes. Oh well, back to the drawing board I guess.

I strut to the bus stop, smiling the whole way mouthing 'Motion City Soundtrack - Fell In Love Without You'. I get there around 4:50 and wait 30 minutes for a bus. Quite the restless wait, I'm never this impatient, but I hate waiting for something when you don't know when it's coming. I'm fine if I know it'll take an hour, rather than sit in doubt and confusion. Frustrating. I pace a bit, trying to listen to 'Flight of the Concords' but none of it's helping. Finally the bus arrives and I cram on to the Hialeah Express. The bus could of gone to the immigration office and racked up quite a number of brownies. Sat next to a guy who smelled of sweat and dirt, he was talking loudly to his friend a couple seats down about how "great" [sarcasm] America is, and how glad he is he swum over. I think I added that last part in. Sad thing is, I might not of.

Metro ride was decent, full of reading. A few stops short of South Miami I put the book away and stand up. I show off the goods to the cart and attract some glances from the nearby shoe purchase enthusiasts. Most unnattractive but the attention's enough for me. I smile some more and mouth more Motion City.

John's waiting for me at the bottom of the station. Since middle school he's laughed at every single one of my haircuts, today he sent me a text asking me not to laugh at his. You guessed it, burst into laughter the second I saw him, trying to play it off like I didn't. The haircut wasn't bad, but they did a number on his beard shaving it in a fashion that says "Hola, my name is Jose". Poor guy. We walk over to Sunset and grab tickets to Hulk. Great movie, I'd seen it already and was ready for another two hour love fest with Norty. If Liv Tyler's acting were in the form of a blowjob, I think my cock would of been ravaged by the scraping of her teeth. We head to Gameworks before the movie and enjoy a few rounds of Marvel vs Capcom 2. I dominate the guy who was playing before(and walked away soon after), and then I kick John's ass a few rounds. We discover that someone's been playing Hot Potato with the Initial D machine's card reader switching it to the other side and we try to get back into it. Failure though, it's a hard game to jump back into. Outrunner(? Driving game with your girlfriend as the passenger) was pretty entertaining, definitely a game I'd come back for. We realize after 4 rounds of Outrunner(?) that we're late for Hulk so we run out mid game.

We make it just in time as the opening credits began to play. As I sat through them a second time I was reminded of Norty's cut Artic intro scene, while still impressed with the first 40m-1hr of the film, the suicide scene in the north would of been quite an addition to the character development. And Norty can play the hell out of a psycopath(see: Fight Club). The second time through the film is just about as impressive as the first, I'm captivated enough the screen to forget about the stomach pangs I'd been recieving(the warning signal of 'You haven't defecated in four days, must eject').

Exiting my stomach growls, pained and empty. We head over to Wendys for the usual number five, Chicken Nugnugs and faux fries. Eating, we discuss how similar we are. I tell him about my problems as of late of watching pornography(or anything of sexual nature) and how I feel like shit after I tug one off. My contraband of porn was held sway by his agreement, he felt the same way. We discuss the similarities of our love lifes, family, and then digress into a sad topic of ex-girlfriends making us feel like utter shit. It's amazing how one person can hold the power to turn the tide of your day so easily, and only with a few simple words if she deems it nessecary. "You're a fucking asshole" can weigh just as heavy as "My newest boyfriends dick is bigger than yours". Fantastic by the way, I hope he's hung like an elephant, it's not like it makes my member any shorter with your bitter notions. Eh, I digress.

We head back to Gameworks only to get our asses handed to us by cheap players using broken characters and "skillful" moves. After one round I don't even bother playing anymore, the amount of guard breakers, infinite combos, and projectiles these guys were using, it was a joke. It didn't feel like I was enjoying the game at all, it was more of me trying to out-cheap them. And it digresses into the cockfest of cheapness. John get's a bit too frustrated over his losses and we wander around looking for an empty machine to play. The problem with the whole 'play all night for $10' is that people abuse the unlimited uses of the card. Losing a game no longer means walking away as you don't want to waste your money on another round full of failure. Now you can continue infinitely to your heart's content, hogging a machine. Assholes. It's a lesson you learn in gradeschool, taking turns, it's not rocket science.

We run into an old friend from middle school on our way out, John's slinking away while I make small talk and give her a hug. She'd gotten prettier over the years. Still not pretty enough.

God I can be a shallow asshole sometimes.

John bums a cigarette off one of the arcade champions and he smokes while I tell him about the last year of my life he's missed, the family portion anyhow. I bring up the Kevin Smith book and the candid nature of it, particularly the portion where he goes into detail about masturbating in the crack of his wifes ass. His interest is peaked, and the conversation ends up becoming about fetishes and how we need wives that'd fufill our. Yeah, if everyone was so lucky.

And here I am. Writing this shit.
I'm a little tired today so there's abuse of vocabulary and it isn't as witty as yesterday's entry. Oh well, it's what happened today. That's the point :]

We love movies. The dark theater (minus the jackass texting 3 rows in front of you). The box of Milk Duds. The drink that's way too big, but you're going to finish the damn thing anyways, because you paid $5.00 for it. The previews... ahh, the previews. Allowing yourself to leave the world behind and be swept away for 2 hours by the vision of a truly great filmmaker. Trying to figure out the ending long before you should even be worried about that. Analyzing the plots and subplots. Reaching sometimes further than we should to try to find the applicability to our own lives.

For us, film is truly one of the greatest art forms. As you should all know by now, art is kind of a big deal to us. And, there's nothing better than the first time you see a great film, except for maybe the second or third time. Losing yourself in the art of film is an experience like none other. These experiences often leave such an impression that we're left remembering the exact days or specific events that are connected to the watching of them. Kyle first saw the movie Fight Club on 7/25/99. He remembers clearly the ecstasy he met as the last scene unfolded, and the musical genius of the Pixies merged with the cinematic genius of David Fincher. Ben can relive the fear he felt the night he saw The Exorcist. The darkness of the night. The pouring Texas rain. How not 10 minutes after the film ended, the power was cut in his apartment, and he was left to sit on the floor in the dark for the next 3 hours. It was one of the only times in his life where he genuinely felt the effects of a scary movie. Of course, the thunderstorm and the lack of electricity helped out quite a bit.

Have we made our point? We really love movies.

As fantastic and wonderful as these great movies, nay films, can be, there is a darker side. As it says in the Bible (or maybe it's Star Wars), you can't have good without evil. You can't have light without darkness. You can't have great without terrible. We desperately wish this wasn't the case with cinema.

Bad movies are ruining America. They're lowering people's expectations, tastes and IQ's. They're bastardizing a wonderful art form. They're making us question the future of the human race. (Yes, we know we can be a little dramatic, but we wait until we're tired and angry to write these posts. Somehow, it just feels right.)

And now, for your enjoyment, awareness, and education we'll list our most hated movies. We'll tell you why we hate them. We might even spoil the endings so that you're not even tempted to see them. Just don't ask us to tell you which one is worse than the others. They all suck.

Ben's Most Hated Movies:

Titanic

At one point the highest grossing movie ever. Is it still? Don't know. Don't care. All I know is that whenever I would hear that ungodly Celine Dion song I wanted to down a bottle of cyanide. This, to my recollection, was the first moment in my life that I refused to take part in something that the main-stream was thoroughly enjoying. I refused to go see the film. I'm sorry to say now that I eventually caved and ended up watching the movie on a date. Stupid girls. I've always regretted it. How much I would enjoy being able to say today that "I've never seen Titanic." I won't make that mistake again. (See Harry Potter) Titanic = bad dialogue, pointless nudity, some of the worst one-liners of our generation (you're not the effing king of the world), Leonardo DiCaprio's worst acting gig ever (and yet, the one that catapulted him to a certain level of super stardom), a great example of a film that's only "great" because enough money was thrown at it, and ammunition for all guys, everywhere, against women... She let go!

Not to mention... you did know, going into this movie, that everyone was going to die, right? It's the freaking Titanic.

Cross Dressing Comedies
Big Momma's House (1&2), Nutty Professor (1&2), White Chicks, The Hot Chick, Mrs. Doubtfire, Norbit, Madea's Family Reunion

Have I forgotten any? I'm sure I have. It's pretty satisfying to be able to kill 9 horrible movies with one stone, though. Since when did a man in a dress become instant comedy? The worst of it, in my eyes, is the volume of black comedians subjected to these rolls. If I were Al Sharpton, I would spend a little less time worrying about the "racism" of people like Don Imus and a little more time worrying about the degradation that occurs in the black community when thousands of people gather around a screen and laugh at black men in dresses.

I don't even know where to start here. Isn't it universally accepted that this is the bottom of the barrel? These aren't movies. They certainly aren't comedy. These are bad Laffy Taffy jokes, at best. Putting on a dress, and frequently a fat suit, doesn't equal funny. Funny equals funny. Can you have comedy with cross dressing? Sure. There are truly comedic moments in the history of film and television that involve cross dressing - namely, Monty Python and Arrested Development. But these moments are funny because of the great writing, great acting, great comedy, not because some dude is wearing a dress. Putting a guy in a dress, filming him, and then expecting laughter is not only insulting to my intelligence, it's ruining America.

And, if you're laughing at them, then so are you.

"Scary" Movies
Blair Witch Project, The Ring 2, The Grudge (1&2), Boogeyman, Dark Water, Saw 1-25, Hostel, Captivity, and on and on and on...

I do kind of feel like I'm cheating by including two genres on my list, but it is really hard to narrow this down. You'll also notice that I didn't include the first Ring. That's because I actually enjoyed that one. But, then again, that was before the cinematic saturation of young Asian girl "horror".

To be fair, the Saw franchise could probably carry this thing alone, but the tragedy is how eager we are to shell out our money to sit through these so called "scary movies". I think The Grudge is literally the same 10 minute scene shot at different angles and replayed 10 times. I can remember sitting in the theater during Blair Witch... laughing. It really was an amusing film to me. Some would probably credit it with opening new doors for film makers, or something idiotic like that, but the only thing that I give this movie credit for was conning millions of dollars out of our pockets. I do believe the first Saw had some of the worst acting I've ever seen in my life delivered by none other than the Dread Pirate Roberts (Cary Elwes) "You BASTARD!" Again... quite laughable. Captivity was actually nominated for 3 Razzies: Worst Actress, Worst Director, and Worst Excuse for a Horror Movie. It was then nominated for a Teen Choice Award for Choice Movie Actress: Horror/Thriller. See what these films are doing to the rising generation?

I see the same principle here as the comedies. Show us something stupid, expect us to laugh. Show us something gruesome, expect us to be scared. No plot necessary, don't worry about good dialogue, just be sure to kill a lot of people and make it as bloody as possible. If there's a young girl with a lot of dark hair covering her face... all the better.

Kyle's Most Hated Movies:

Pearl Harbor

I've only walked out of the theater during one movie in my entire life. Those of you who know me know I'm not a prude, so it wasn't due to excessive violence, language, coolness, cigarette smoking, etc. I didn't walk out because it was merely boring, as I enjoy a good nap as much as the next guy. I walked out because this movie was so lame, so offensively sappy, so inappropriately far away from what it should have been that I just couldn't stand it any longer. I'll give you a hint, there's an entire song in the Trey Parker/Matt Stone film Team America devoted to this movie's awfulness.

That's right, it's Pearl Harbor. Ugh.

My hatred for Michael Bay began with this absolute abortion of a film. First of all, Ben Affleck sucks. He's not good to watch in any role, let alone a romantic hero role. That was my first hint, before I'd even seen the movie, that it was going to be terrible.

Second of all, in a three-hour movie, how can only half an hour be devoted to the actual events of Pearl Harbor? Is the story of that fateful day so boring and lame that it just begs for a drawn out, painfully dull love story? And to make it a love triangle? Gag me with a freaking spoon. The real story of Pearl Harbor and its lasting impact is so interesting and powerful that it's a shame we saw so little of it. It's as if someone wrote a terribly boring love story/period piece, and then realized that people would pay to see it if the story was set around the Japanese attack on the Oahu harbor. The actual Pearl Harbor elements feel tacked on and superfluous, and they should be anything but.

Finally, I just really, really hate Ben Affleck. I feel justified in making that my first and last argument. He sometimes redeems himself in his buddy Kevin Smith's flicks, but he doesn't do it enough.

Holy crap, I really hate that movie. To this day, I've only seen the first and last half hour bits. That's more than enough.

Epic/Date/Scary/Superhero/Disaster Movie (Also, Meet the Spartans)

There's nothing inherently wrong with spoof movies. I'm a huge fan Monty Python, Mel Brooks and even David Zucker's earlier stuff. Flicks like the Life of Brian, Young Frankenstein and Airplane! are silly, full of references and extreme performances. But the thing is, they're also riotously funny, and they've become modern cinematic classics.

Today's spoof movies are a different animal altogether. Lazy, unfunny and uninspired, this newest wave of Naked Gun-wannabes can be seen as only aiming for one goal: striving for the lowest common denominator in taste, intelligence, and unfortunately, humor. I'm ashamed to admit that I've seen more than one of these terrible, awful films. I've spoken with my local clergy, and I feel that I've been absolved of these sins, but the painful memory remains.

I don't even want to talk about these anymore. I'll only advise you that, if you see any movie, regardless of specific title, that reminds you of one of these, run for the hills. That is, unless it came out before 1980, of course. (I know a previous post argued against such a mentality, but in this case, it's warranted!)

RENT

Here's the description I found on imdb.com:

Based on Puccini's 'La Boheme', 'Rent' tells the story of one year in the life of friends living the Bohemian life in modern day East Village, New York City, 1989-1990. Among the group are our narrator, nerdy love-struck filmmaker Mark Cohen; the object of Mark's affection, his former girlfriend, Maureen Johnson; Maureen's Harvard-educated public interest lawyer and lesbian lover Joanne Jefferson; Mark's roommate, HIV-positive musician and former junkie, Roger Davis; Roger's new girlfriend, the HIV-positive drug addicted S&M dancer, Mimi Marquez; their former roommate, HIV-positive computer genius Tom Collins; Collins' HIV-positive drag queen street musician/lover Angel; and Benjamin Coffin III, a former member of the group who married for money and has since become their landlord and the opposite of everything they stand for. Shows how much changes or doesn't change in the 525,600 minutes that make up a year.

I don't want to talk about that movie anymore. Couldn't hate it more.

And that's our (relatively) brief and very incomplete list. We'd like to thank all the good movies out there to give us something against which to compare these terrible, terrible pieces of garbage. We'll be back soon with yet another tirade against Things That Are Ruining America.

-b&k

Anywho. Cup of joe was especially smooth today, I might be getting the right concoction down. Out of the door a little later than usual after noticing the shirt I was wearing was...well, shitty. One step closer to getting manicures, these metrosexual tendencies are killing me. Met the bus as I walked up, a nice feeling, but logically not sound considering if  was a beat off I would of missed it. Better get out earlier, or not stress over my outfit in front of the mirror like a girly man.

The usual douche is waiting at the stop. I call him Ghandi. I'm dead tired one morning waiting at the side of the road for the bus while his compatriate and himself sat at in the comfortable seats. When the bus creeped in, I recieved a quick slap with a fucking piece of newspaper or news article. He tells me to let the lady on first, show some manners he says. Hey Ghandi, it's called chivalry. It was invented hundreds of years before you were even born so don't try and coin it off like it's some revolutionary way of life you've concocted. Chivalry in my generation/age-group has degraded into a simple pretense before the application, "Is she attractive?". If yes, apply chivalry. If no, return.chivalry(); This woman wasn't attractive, I was tired, I just wanted to get on the bus. Cut me some slack oh mighty one, whilst you sit on your throne of proper mannerisms and sage-like wisdom from the years that have desaturated the color in your hair. Please good sir, show me some pity for I am just an animal, teach me the ways of human.

Douchebag.

Just writing that pissed myself off, it's that cliche "You made me so mad I'm going to write about you in my blog!". I'd like to not give this man any recognition, any press is good press, but this lord of douche needs to be layed to rest with rightful vindication. And words are my weapons.

Because I'm a puss.

Anywho, got on the bus and get to the metrorail, just missing my transfer. Lovely. I dish out an extra seventy-five cents to ride the ever slow bullet-train and head to work. The woman in front of me on the train was eating this odd substance, a white gooey kind of soup. With morself, can't forget morsels. She sat eating it in close proximity to other human beings, you know, in their comfort zone, and proceeded to talk on her cellphone loudly while still enjoying her goop. I couldn't imagine how the man felt in front of her when he realized the fifty percent chance for scattered precipitation tilted from his favor. Uck.

On my way to work I ran into the most adorable Labrador puppy I'd ever laid eyes on. He didn't have a collar on, and was relatively clean and looked somewhat nourished. He followed me as I walked, occasionally pouncing my ankles to nibble on them. I ran every now and then to keep him on his toes, he appreciated this sentiment, jumping with joy before he raced towards me and proceeded to bite my jeans. So cute. As I turned the corner I noticed he stopped following me and was in the middle of the road, cars avoiding him - luckily. He gave me one last glance before I left, the puppy dog eyes. That bastard.

Got to work and well, worked. Had my first media noche, or "midnight". Pork, cheese, pickles and mustard. I like one of those four and only one, guess which? After picking away what I could I ate half the sandwich. The problem with picking away anything from a sandwich is, you still have the small taste in the back of your mouth, souring the great taste of the sandwich. The more powerful the ingredient you removed, the worse it is. Still tasted pickles and mustard even thought there were little to no traces left. Perhaps if I would of borrowed a microscope from my colleague at the university, I might of been able to eliminate all traces. But alas, I was stuck with the sour taste in the back of my mouth only to be washed away with tastless earth urine.

Earth urine? I thought it was clever.

Lost track of time working on a project so I stayed later than usual. Meaning I missed my bus, lovely. Didn't find the dog on my way home, kind of disappointing, and worrying. Hope he didn't die.

Woke up on the bus to find a very attractive blonde sitting in front of me. I was skeptical, she was too attractive. Perfect blonde hair with subtle highlights, jeans with crafted imperfections, knit sweater, cute shoes, but where's the face? Burrowed in her golden clout. A glance at the face revealed she was probably in her late thirtys, a middle aged woman trying to keep up. She did a great job, but I was still an illegal lay for her. Oh well, maybe in a few months.

I like me dem cougars.

Got to the metrorail and realized I needed change, though the anal change machines have problems with ten dollar bills. So I walked over to Borders and bought the Kevin Smith book, 'My Boring Ass Life' and a bar of "Emergency Chocolate". The packaging for the chocolate was quirky and cute. "For immediate relief of: Chocolate Cravings, Lovesickness, Exam Pressure, and Extreme Hunger". It was dark chocolate, but an inspection of the side reveals it was made with milk. God damn sneaky bastards. Oh well, it was damn good.

The bus ride consisted of Kevin's life. What I'd gotten through was interesting enough for a boring life. Reading the introduction inspired my to keep this blog, the spark under my ass to get moving.

I guess, thanks Silent Bob for being not so silent.

John was over a bit after I settled into my dwelling. We caught up on things, regailing tales of lost love, women, video games, comics and movies. You know, nerdy stuff. Relaying to him my recollection of memories from the breakup made me realize how many shitty memories I had stockpiled on that topic. Brought me down a bit, and made me wonder what other topics could I start pulling memories from in one go, and how would it make me feel?

Kind of a downer, but Emergency Chocolate to the rescue!

And now I'm here. Writing this. My weak attempts at being witty or funny with my overplayed word play and stretched vocabulary. Maybe if someone does read this it won't seem as mundane as it really was. Hopefully my diction added some zest to this bland brain meal.

To bed with me! Where I sleep diagonally with my teddy bear, Fabio. He's so soft.

Newsweek

Written By: Special Guest Columnist Kevin Smith

They say you should never meet your heroes.  I've found this a good rule to live by, but as with any rule, there's always an exception.

My first exposure to George Carlin was in 1982, when HBO aired his "Carlin at Carnegie" stand-up special. When I saw the advert—featuring a clip of Carlin talking about the clichéd criminal warning of "Don't try anything funny," and then adding, "When they're not looking, I like to go …," followed by a brief explosion of goofy expressions and pantomime—I immediately asked my parents if I could tape it on our new BetaMax video recorder.

That was a hilarious bit. But when I finally watched the special, Carlin blew my doors off. Whether he was spinning a yarn about Tippy, his farting dog, or analyzing the contents of his fridge, Carlin expressed himself not only humorously, but amazingly eloquently as well. I was, as they say, in stitches.

And that was before he got to the Seven Words You Can't Say on Television.

I was 12 years old, watching a man many years my senior curse a blue streak while exposing the hypocrisy of a medium (and a society) that couldn't deal with the public usage of terms they probably employed regularly in their private lives. And while he seemed to revel in being a rebel, here was a man who also clearly loved the English language, warts and all—even the so-called "bad words" (although, as George would say, there are no such things as "bad words"). I wouldn't say George Carlin taught me obscenities, but I would definitely say he taught me that the casual use of obscenities wasn't reserved just for drunken sailors, as the old chestnut goes; even intelligent people were allowed to incorporate them into their everyday conversations (because George was nothing if not intelligent).

From that moment forward, I was an instant Carlin disciple. I bought every album, watched every HBO special, and even sat through "The Prince of Tides" just because he played a small role in the film. I spent years turning friends on to the Cult of Carlin, the World According to George, and even made pilgrimages to see him perform live (the first occasion being a gig at Farleigh Dickinson University in 1988). Carlin influenced my speech and my writing. Carlin replaced Catholicism as my religion.

Sixteen years later, I sat across from the star of "Carlin at Carnegie" in the dining room of the Four Seasons Hotel in Los Angeles. It was a meeting I'd dreamed of and dreaded simultaneously. George Carlin was the type of social observer/critic I most wanted to emulate … but he was a celebrity, too. What if he turned out to be a true prick?

What I quickly discovered was that, in real life, George was, well, George. Far from a self-obsessed jerk, he was mild-mannered enough to be my Dad. He was as interested as he was interesting, well-read and polite to a fault—all while casually dropping F-bombs. But most impressive, he didn't treat me like an audience member, eschewing actual conversation, electing instead to simply perform the whole meeting, more "on" than real. He talked to me like one of my friends would talk to me: familiar, unguarded, authentic.

I made three films with George over the course of the next six years, starting with "Dogma" and his portrayal of Cardinal Glick, the pontiff-publicist responsible for the Catholic Church's recall of the standard crucifix in favor of the more congenial, bubbly "Buddy Christ." A few years later, I wrote him a lead role in "Jersey Girl"—as Bart Trinke (or "Pop"), the father of Ben Affleck's character. It called for a more dramatic performance than George was used to giving, but the man pulled it off happily and beautifully. (Something most folks probably don't know about George: He took acting very seriously. The man was almost a Method actor.) Sadly, I consider that "Jersey Girl" part my one failing on George's behalf, and not for the reasons most would assume (the movie was not reviewed kindly, to say the least). No, I failed because George had asked me to write a different role for him.

In 2001, George did me a solid when he accepted the part of the orally fixated hitchhiker who knew exactly how to get a ride in "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back." When he wrapped his scene in that flick, I thanked him for making the time, and he said, "Just do me a favor: Write me my dream role one day." When I inquired what that'd be, he offered, "I wanna play a priest who strangles children."

It was a classic Carlin thing to say: a little naughty and a lot honest. I always figured there'd be time to give George what he asked for. Unfortunately, he left too soon.

He was, and will likely remain, the smartest person I've ever met. But really, he was much more than just a person. Without a hint of hyperbole, I can say he was a god, a god who cussed.

Judge may give Jammie Thomas new trial against the RIAA, YouTube starts The Screening Room, Netflix is killing multiple profile systems, Josh Brolin rumored to play Snake Plissken in Escape From New York remake, Woman sues over defective thong, Zak and Miri are having a hard time obtaining an R rating!

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While I thought pretty much everything the man did was funny, my favorite George Carlin moment is probably from the Kevin Smith film Dogma when Carlin, as Cardinal Glick, unveiled the statue of the Buddy Christ. Absolutely hysterical.

It's probably a good thing I don't believe in hell, either.

And enough with the cool, funny people dying already. We need some smiles and good humor around these parts, and they just keep going away.

Chasing Amy
Written and Directed by Kevin Smith
Starring:Ben Affleck,Jason Lee,Joey Lauren Adams

SYNOPSIS:
Holden McNeil,a comic book artist falls for Alyssa Jones, also a comic book artist who is lesbian.
REVIEW:
A romantic comedy/drama written and directed by Kevin smith in 1997,Chasing Amy is without a doubt my favorite film out of the other Askewniverse films.I love all the little cameos that happen in this film and the other Kevin Smith films. It's a love story laden with frank dialogue and sexual references and chocked full of humor, Everything I like in my movies. A must have for any Kevin Smith fan.
VERDICT:BUY 5/5stars
For those that haven't seen the movie here's the Criterion Trailer for Chasing Amy:

Se llama Reaper.
La sinopsis oficial la puedes obtener de aqui:

Este primer episodio fue dirigido por Kevin Smith, que luego tendra funciones de productor ejecutivo me parece. La historia comienza asi...

Bret Harrison (un perdedor cualquiera) cumple 21 años y se entera de que sus padres vendieron su alma al diablo. Ahora el diablo a venido a pedirle un favor a Bret, que se ocupe de las personas que han logrado escapar del infierno (si tambien alla esta atascado). Debido a este acontecimiento logra tener por fin tener una mision en la vida por lo que hara lo posible por no fracasar y de paso conquistar a la chica.

En resumen, es la historia de esta serie; pudiera parecer algo serio, pero a mi parecer es una comedia que toma elementos de Supernatural y Ghostbusters pero les da un humor ¿geek? No creo que sea la palabra correcta, pero tiene un humor muy especial.

No quiero spoilear nada asi que lo dejare por el momento como una buena serie de comedia que no se pueden perder.

Aca la foto del elenco..

WALL-E
En otro orden de ideas logre ver este trailer de wall-e que muero de ganas por que sea lanzada... creo que tenemos buen verano para ver peliculas

A poco no promete bastante? El final me parece excelente... ya muero por ir a verla
Claro que en cuanto la vea habra reseña

Happix

I'm in the camp that thinks the problem lies less in the MPAA's attitudes toward "objectionable" content and more in the stigma placed on the NC-17. For a movie whose marketing campaign has consisted of cheerfully courting controversy -- check out the hilarious teaser if you don't believe me -- it's a bit disappointing that Zack and Miri doesn't run with the harsher rating. The asinine restrictions on advertising that accompany the NC-17 stamp would be a bummer, but the blogs and magazines would go nuts, and I think the movie would do pretty well

While many guys will list titles such as Dirty Harry, Scarface, and the Godfather as some of the best all-time movies. My list flows a little differently. My list are movies you can watch time and time again and still laugh at the same stuff.

Here is the list in no particular order along with some of my favorite quotes from each movie:

Zoolander-"So join now, 'cause at the Derek Zoolander Center For Kids Who Can't Read Good And Wanna Learn To Do Other Stuff Good Too, we teach you that there's more to life than just being really, really, really good looking."

Wedding Crashers-"But that wife of his, Eleanor... Big dyke! Huge dyke. A real rug muncher. Looked like a big lesbian mule."

SuperBad-"I'm McLovin"

RoadTrip-"It's not cheating if you spread peanut butter on your balls and let your dog lick it off."

Old School-"We're Going Streaking!!!"

Happy Gilmore-"The price is wrong b#tch"

Billy Madison-"Don't tell me my business devil woman."

Waterboy-"Foosball is da debil!"

Dumb and Dumber-"Pullover! No, it's a cardigan, but thanks for asking."

There's something about Mary-"Is that hair gel?"

Talledega Nights:Ballad of Ricky Bobby-"Dear baby Jesus..."

Van Wilder-"Oh, mommy. Most Indians would say "cow" because they are sacred, but I hear "milk," I think giant jugs. You see, I cannot go home a virgin. I came here to study the great American art of muff diving. To smack clam, munch rug, dine at just one American pink taco stand! You know, I wanted to, how is it, park the porpoise. You know? I want to take it through the car wash, baby. And get it waxed. I want to wax it. Wax it! You know, and air dry. Air dry that shit, yeah! And I would like to be your assistant very much, Mr. Van Wilder"

Old School-"You're my boy, Blue! You're my boy."

Today I salute all of you comedic geniuses for making me America laugh with these films.

"No Experience Necessary."

We're Kevin Smith fans, so when Clerks II came out, we were all over it. It picks up 10 years or so after the original with Dante [Brian O'Halloran] and Randal [Jeff Anderson] watching the Quick Stop go up in flames. Needing jobs, they both end up at 'Mooby's' - a McDonald's-esque type chain, run by Becky [Rosario Dawson], a friend of Dante's. Dante's doing what he thinks he should be doing at his age - getting married and giving up on his dreams. Randal's pissed. Hijinks ensue. 

As with most Kevin Smith movies, there are plenty of fun cameos to go around from the usual suspects. There are some hilarious conversations, some crazy customers, and a little sexual deviance thrown in. There's even a moral to the story...

Jay and Silent Bob are back as well - this time trying to stay off the junk. Jay tells a story in the movie about getting caught and ending up in the chokey. Turns out the story was true and they literally just picked him up after he was released from completing his sentence to have him in the movie. I'm not sure if he actually did find Jesus, though.  ;)  

We both thought this movie was hilarious and bought it as soon as it came on DVD and have since watched it many times. The star of the show for us is Trevor Fehrman, who plays Dante and Randal's coworker, Elias. A young and very naive kid Randal has fun torturing. His explanation for why he hasn't had sex with his girlfriend is priceless. 

It's raunchy, stupid fun and it's a 4 out of 5 because we both laughed our 'tocks off, over and over. If you liked the first one, you should check it out. Even if you haven't seen the first one, don't worry. As long as you're a Star Wars fan [original trilogy] who laughs at toilet humor, you'll dig it. ;)

Add'l Info: Released: Jul 21, 2008 • Runtime: 97 minutes • Rated R for pervasive sexual and crude content including aberrant sexuality, strong language and some drug material

The above video is a short segment directed by Kevin Smith and premiered on The Tonight Show on February 27th, 2002. It was also included on the Clerks 10th Anniversary DVD. The segment stars View Askewniverse regulars Dante Hicks (Bryan O'Halloran) and Randal Graves (Jeff Anderson) as they manage to cram pop-culture and philosophy in a odd discussion while in the midst of a daily traffic jam. It's a good laugh for View Askew fans and casual fans as well.