There’s some people that you have to get up early just to start hating them properly.

Whenever I mention hate – which, like love, is all around – to Marco Sparks, he always quotes some comedian named Dylan Moran who talks about how there’s some people that you hate so much that you have to just get up early in the morning to start hating them.

That’s how I feel about Heidi and Spencer. Somebody mentioned them to me the other day and I punched a computer monitor. A computer monitor with their faces on it!

But a lot of hate starts somewhere simple: Lack of understanding. And intolerance. I’ve said it before concerning race relations, but the X-Men taught us that. Also, flat out stupidity plays a part in that too. Here’s an example via some stupid kids in Israel:

Geniuses, every single one of them. I’m not going to hold their comments against them too much because they’re half a world away and don’t have a clue about us. Also, they’re drunk. Hell, the one girl’s a poly sci major and doesn’t know who Benjamin Netanyahu is. But whatever.

As a minority, I’ve encountered some serious racism from Jewish people before, but even with that, and with this video, it’s not something I put on people as a whole. Incidents do not make a whole, no matter how brutal and trying they can be on someone. You gotta be tougher than the motherfuckers, you know what I mean? You gotta be hard as shit. You gotta be crazy street hard. You gotta be this guy here:

That guy’s the real deal. He’s so hard I had to scoot back in my chair a little. It’s probably best to not get as crazy and raw as this guy, but it illustrates a good point: Hate is not cool. It leads to bad fashion, worse hair, and ulcers probably. And it’s certainly not sexy.

So, if I could offer you a little advice… Don’t pass retarded and limiting ways of thinking onto your kids. Don’t make your stupid little babies live a life balanced between love and hate, like so:

And when it comes to yourself, try to understand people first. Try to see past the minor cosmetic or xenophobic differences between you and them and get to the root of why they’re stupid. Or why you’re stupid. And maybe, just maybe, when you’re in the middle of a heated melting pot moment like that, just take five?

There’s no glitter in the gutter

Warning: Benjamin Light has been drinking his hater-ade.

People like Perez Hilton make me want to call off this whole Internet thing. Why hasn’t The Community denounced that vapid piece of shit? I mean just look at that artless douchebag. How gauche.

Thanks a lot, asshole. Now the gay marriage debate has two new distinctive faces. On one side is some gorgeous lightweight California babe, and on the other is your passive-aggressive fugly ass. Perez Hilton actually getting a mention on Yahoo! Front Page? And not because his bloated corpse was found post-suicide in his shithole LA apartment? Shameful shit.

Who is being punished here? Aerosmith, or the Hawaiians?

Who is being punished here? Aerosmith, or the Hawaiians?

I blame the Internet.

(Yes, I see the irony. No, it doesn’t make me less right. Also, fuck you)

Talentless hacks like Hilton (not to mention Paris), Harry Knowles and Matt Drudge should have been slow to thrive and quick to vanish. But now, thanks to the twin specter of personal web sites and realty television, they not only have an easy forum to gather idiot followers online, but Reality TV allows z-list celebs to keep existing well past their expiration dates.

Maybe I’m just seeing things through rose-colored glasses, but it seems like our Celebrity Culture used to do a lot better job of keeping people like Perez out of the limelight. Sure, you might have fallen ass-backwards into your 15 minutes, but when they were over, they were over.

Perez Hilton, file photo.

Perez Hilton, file photo.

The Internet idiocracy is, I suppose, an unavoidable side-effect of the information age. With newspapers withering on the vine and the whole idea of the net being a space without gate-keepers, it was inevitable that the l-c-d rif-raff would seep in and find their natural level.

But reality television… Come on, Hollywood! You have power! Use it! If not for good, then at least for a more aesthetically-pleasing evil!

Nobody ever stops being famous anymore.

Long after whoring seadonkeys like Bret Michaels and Kim Kardashian should have been taken out behind the studio lot and shot, they continue to exist and hog useful bandwidth. In the new Celebrity Culture, after your “real” career ends, you can count on endless opportunities in a second career as a Reality TV star, provided you’re willing to publicly debase yourself. The charming result of which is that all the biggest hacks end up sticking around the longest.

Kim Kardashian: famous for leaking a sex tape even less erotic than Paris's. ...I guess she was worried her scars would visible.

Kim Kardashian: famous for leaking a sex tape even less erotic than Paris's. ...I guess she was worried her scars would visible.

ps, your bikini is ugly

ps, your bikini is ugly

Too, reality TV lets ordinary people who should never see the lens-end of a Panavision become stars in their own right. Genuine Wastes Of Oxygen culled only for their ability to repulse the largest amount of people in the shortest amount of airtime (between commercials for waxy hair care products and Howie Long lecturing you with Strawman arguments to buy shitty trucks).

We can’t get rid of these assholes anymore. And we’re making new ones every summer TV season.

know your enemy. ...well, know of them. If you know all four of these people's names on sight... sigh.

know your enemy. ...well, know of them. If you know all four of these people's names on sight... sigh.

Maybe in the future we won’t even have broadcast television anymore. Just Internet TV. And there will be one group of people that downloads a few quality scripted dramas and comedies a week, and another group that spends all their time on youtube watching videos of dogs fucking and people fighting at house parties. I just hope there’s enough of the former group to keep the good shows in production, and enough of the latter to keep our military well-stocked with cannon fodder for the inevitable Robotcalypse War.

The Balls.

The Balls.

Who watches the Watchmen?

Reviewing the film version of Watchmen is inevitable but I’m going to give you two reviews. The first is the shorter one, the one for the more spoiler conscious, and the simplest and easiest to understand: The joke here is on us.

The second review… is about the same. The joke is still on us, not just as fans of the comic, but as people who enjoy good stories, decent acting, and quality filmmaking. Director Zack Snyder comes from the same slow motion then quick speed up school of snooze action as Peter Jackson, but not just that, he also has Jackson’s knack for diving head first into works that are far too big for him and then adapting them as if they were a piece of shit that just needed a flashlight and a camera pointed at them.

I’d love talk to you about the original comic, the graphic novel, and how in comparison to it’s greatness, the film is so horrible. And I will, but don’t worry, I am fully aware that I’ll be screaming at the top of my lungs in a room filled with deaf people.

As for the original graphic novel, by Alan Moore (whose name smartly, or perhaps sadly, doesn’t appear anywhere on the adaptation) and Dave Gibbons, I could talk forever. I’d love to, in fact. We could talk about the original Charlton characters that got switched over into the story’s characters (Blue Beetle becoming the Nite Owl and the Question becoming Rorschach), and we could talk about why there is no letters column in the back of each issue (Alan Moore opted to go with the text backups to offer more depth into the huge world he was creating and because he didn’t want to print fan’s letters; he didn’t want to give them the idea their feelings mattered and rightfully so). We could talk forever about the fractal nature of the episodes within the larger story and we could talk about the two tools of a writer that Moore always uses perfectly: resonance and juxtaposition. We could talk about all of this and more, but it comes down to something simple with the original story in that no matter how much you like the story, if you think it’s just good, or if you think it’s great, or even brilliant, you have to agree on something very simple: It works. It just does.

Watchmen the film, however, does not. It’s like taking half of a cliffs notes version of the original story and then making a music video out of it. Only the music picked never fit and the video? Not that hot either.

Tonight I went to a screening of this film – called ” the most anticipated film of the new century,” or so I overheard a barista say in a Starbucks the other day and the very idea of that sends chills up and down my spine – with my associates Benjamin Light and Occam Razor. “Now Watchmen fans know how I felt after viewing Peter Jackson’s Lord Of The Rings trilogy,” Benjamin Light says, and I agree with him perfectly. I feel his pain here.

On the way home, we discussed how a lot of the reasons why some of the idiots out there will love this film is evocative of what’s wrong with a good deal of the filmgoing public these days: They love cool shit. They love cool scenes. On it’s own, that’s not a problem. There’s a lot of films that I hate, but they have great moments in them. But there’s no longer an understanding of what a film is anymore, that it’s more than just a collection of “cool scenes” thrown against a wall of projected light with the significant hope that maybe, just maybe, it’ll work. We also discussed how, despite it being a cliche of it’s own (and cliches are not something this movie is a stranger to), this film could not be more soulless. More so than The Matrix even, and that is quite the feat.

To save us all a lot of time, I’ll list off just a few things that are wrong about this movie:

  • The direction.
  • The writing.
  • The casting.
  • The frequent willingness to dive into pointless montages just about always.
  • The constant and bizarre violence that wasn’t needed – if it’s there for shock value, it’s a laughable shock, I promise you – and the weird gore that came with it.
  • The oddly graphic sex scene set to “Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen (I will attach kudos to using the original song and not the Jeff Buckley cover) that was… a bit too much i.e. weird thrusting. Zach Snyder, you are a weird little kid.
  • The poor special effects. I know the marketing budget for this film was astronomically ridiculous, but where did the rest of the money go?
  • The cut corners in just about everything. Or, as you could probably call it, the watering down.
  • The score. It worked so much better on Beverly Hills 90210, I promise you.
  • The bizarre “cameos” by real life people like Pat Buchanan and Lee Iacocca.
  • The lack of the giant fucking Cthulhu-esque squid at the end. You know what I’m talking about. It would’ve been so big and so weird and so perfect. It could’ve been the opening starship pan from A New Hope. It could’ve… well, giant fucking squids just make everything better, right?
  • The way that the filmmakers took one of Time magazine’s top 100 novels of the last century and turned into a parody of anything good. The all too willingness to take a piece of quality material and do it anything but right. The idea that if Darren Aronofsky and Terry Gilliam or even an overrated schlub like Paul Greengrass tried and were unable to do this film justice that someone like Zack Snyder could. Seriously. The guy who directed 300? Come on.

Now, as for something that the film did incredibly right… Let me get back to you, okay?

Shockingly, Roger Ebert gave this film four stars, but if you read his review, he’ll tell you that even he doesn’t know why, or even what’s going on here. He gets one thing completely right though: This is a film complete without nuance and it’s hand delivered to an audience who doesn’t think complex thoughts.

One last pet peeve about the film before I pour myself a drink and try to put this all out of my head: In the theater for an after 9 o’clock showing tonight there was more than a few kids. In this R rated film with lots of violence (which I know, I know, I know that no one really cares about protecting our kids from) and some sex. There wasn’t just a few kids there, there were a lot of kids. I still get carded at times going into certain films or bars, so this shocks me. Why weren’t they kids given some long island iced teas so they might actually enjoy the movie while they were there? And more importantly, why weren’t they enjoying them at home instead with a marathon of Heroes episodes?

Eh, I’d love to say more here, or end this on a funny note, but what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.

And I thought my jokes were bad

I feel like I should say something about the Oscars. I didn’t even watch them this year. I was almost surprised that Heath won. The Academy are just the kind of assholes who would piss all over a no-brainer like that. I didn’t see Slumdog, but I still think Wall-E was the best movie of the year.

The Peanut St. Cosmo of tomorrow

The Peanut St. Cosmo of tomorrow

This year, Mickey Rourke got nominated for playing a washed-up, has-been, hard-living tool and co-star Marisa Tomei joined him with a nod for playing an aging hottie who only gets paid when she takes her clothes off. Acting?

Seth Rogen, posing with an unidentified escort

Seth Rogen, posing with an unidentified paid escort

PS. Watchmen looks like hot sweaty ass. Like watching someone film their own taint. Dear Zach Snyder: you know how you use that camera move where it’s all slo-motion and then it speeds up for a second and then it’s all slo-mo again? That was worn out by the first Matrix sequel you fucking hack, go back to directing commercials. Still, I think all the blame for the Crisis of Bad Directing in Modern Cinema can be traced back to Peter Jackson. Once upon a time, gratuitous slo-mo and goofy theatrical over-acting were recognized as such. Then this kiwi sheep fucker comes along and people confuse good source material for a good movie.

How can anyone take the Academy seriously when this bloated piece of shit won an Oscar for Editing?

How can anyone take the Academy seriously when this bloated piece of shit won an Oscar for Editing?

Oh, and Quentin? What if, instead of making exacting pastiches of bad movies, you picked your balls up off the floor and dared to try to make a good movie next time?

In other news, I came across this on Salon.com. Fucking right-wingers. I really don’t know how american society is expected to function when a good 25% of the country is fucking crazy. Oh noes! A black guy won an election (in a fucking landslide)! Let’s start “war-gaming” for the coming Civil War!

I think we can take them

I think we can take them

Stupid Republican fucks think they’re being “disenfranchised” because they got their asses kicked in an election. Never mind their 8 years in power when they totally fucked up the country. It’s too bad the Senate GOP didn’t follow through on their “Nuclear” option a few years back. ‘Bama could be ramming every bill he wants through congress and telling the GOP to go fuck themselves. People didn’t vote for Obama because they thought Republicans should be listened to.

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Anyway, read that article. Sometimes Glenn Greenwald is annoying, but he does a great job there pointing out how ideologically bankrupt the GOP is. Buncha stupid tribal motherfuckers.

Meh. the downside of Democracy.

Hidden Indicators of Bad Taste

A few weeks ago, the Onion’s supremely less-talented AV Club did a feature where all the main writers talked about which piece of cultural art — generally considered to be a masterpiece — that they secretly didn’t like/get. Two of these “writers” who get paid cash money to write about film, had bad things to say about Network and Dr. Strangelove. If that shouldn’t disqualify you from ever earning a cent in the movie review business, I don’t know what should. If only the AV Club could team up with Stephanie Zacharek, they’d form some sort of vortex of shitty taste that could be isolated and dealt with.

Beyond Reproach

Beyond Reproach

But it’s pretty easy to identify people who don’t like 2 of the greatest films of all time as having bad taste. What I’d like to talk about today are the more subtle hints of it. These are movie, television shows and people in general whom it may not seem so shameful to enjoy, but in actuality, are what I like to call Hidden Indicators of Bad Taste.

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You see, it’s easy to point out someone who loves Heroes or American Idol or Transformers as being a douche. I mean, we all saw that episode of The Office where Amy Adams goes to bat for Legally Blonde. Painful, but obvious. What we’re after here is that category of folk who think they’ve got good taste. The stuff they champion isn’t obviously bad until you think about it for a while.

 

Still ahead of its time

Still ahead of its time

Now, before you get all riled up because something you like is on this list, just understand, it’s probably forgivable if it’s just one. Two is pushing it and three means you suck. And also understand, when I say hidden indicators, I mean it’s not just that a person likes this movie, it’s that they think it is a legitimately quality piece of art. These are films and shows they will proudly announce as their favorites. If they do: shun them.

The Boondock Saints

 

boondock saints

Unless you’re really into Queer Cinema, having a deep affection for this movie does not speak well of your mental might. My general feeling about The Boondock Saints is that the people who revere this film are the same morons who watched Fight Club and then wanted to start their own. It is one thing to consider this movie stupidly entertaining, but far another to grant it any sort of higher artistic merit. If you meet someone, and they try to make a serious point in conversation about drugs, gangs, Irish people or the Church, by referencing this movie: just politely nod and move on. And double that if they happen to boast of being Irish themselves. Fuckin stinking Irish pigs.

Almost Famous

 

Almost Famous

Cameron Crowe has managed to convince quite a few people that he is a good writer. I think it’s because his movies are really long, chatty and have lots of pop music. People just assume that all that talkin equals talent. Almost Famous is about 45 minutes too long and, lets be honest here, is just one big masturbation session for Crowe to idealize his youth. Also, Kate Hudson: I just don’t see it. But that can wait for a whole separate column on Female Celebrity Sex Symbols Who No Males Think Are Actually Hot. And the kind of music writing Crowe is jizzing all over in this movie is exactly the sort of make-myself-part-of-the-story hackery that drags down journalism today.

…I was really tempted to put Pitchfork, in general, on this list, but decided music is too subjective.

Stranger Than Fiction

 

Stranger Than Fiction

It’s like this: smart people like I Heart Huckabees. People who think they’re smart like Stranger Than Fiction. It’s got Will Ferrell! And he’s still shouting a lot, but it’s a drama! And Spoon is all over the soundtrack (virtually ruining my opinion of them). What do we learn from Stranger Than Fiction: that all you need to do to shake things up and start really living life is to buy a guitar and throw a few humps into Maggie Gyllenhaal. But the most egregious sin here is the characters constantly talking about how great Emma Thompson‘s tragedy writer is; what a brilliant novelist and all that. Note to screenplay writers: if you’re going to announce that something is really great writing, it had better be really great writing. The people with secretly bad taste: they think it is.

Battlestar Galactica

 

Death by bad writing

Death by bad writing

This show was actually pretty good for  season and a half, then it just went more and more downhill. A victim, I think, of the shows producers reading too much of their own press. But there is this core deluded fan base, whom I keep seeming to run into, that insist this is far and away the best show on TV. I think these are the same sorts of people who think over-acting is good acting. That excessive montage and endless sitar-and-drum scoring means inspired directing. Battlestar Galactica is what happens when a writer only shows and never tells. And if there’s one thing I hate in serial narratives, it’s when characters act completely different episode to episode depending on what stretched allegory the writers are shooting for. If you thought the insurgency against the Cylons on New Caprica was a brilliant metaphor for the Iraq War then you are an idiot.

Ridley Scott

 

Ridley Scott

Seriously, this guy just screams mediocrity. How doe she get away with it when Brett Ratner gets pilloried by fanboys? I think I blame him for a lot of the shitty shakey-cam we see in action movies these days. He started that whole cop-out excuse of “The footage is confusing and hard to follow because that’s just what war is like.” Tell is to Steven, you hack. Also, Blade Runner is the most overrated sci-fi movie ever, and was secretly better before the Director’s Cut. Ridley Scott is like the poster boy for style lacking substance, so of course people with no substance themselves will think he’s a great filmmaker.

Hellboy 2

 

Hellboy 2

This one’s kind of fish in a barrel, but seriously, there are people who out there who think this was the best film of the year. People like Stephanie Zacharek, who gets paid to write such things. (I can’t heap enough scorn on her. Come on, Salon, how do you let hacks like her and Camille Paglia draw a paycheck?) Hellboy 2, a lazy and uncreative movie at every turn, is the kind of flick that people without the ability to discern a director’s talent from a CGI artist’s competency will think is amazing. At this point, I’d like to sweep up Peter Jackson‘s recent oeuvre as well. Pure hackery.

I really wanted to add Freaks and Geeks to this list, but in fairness, I’ve not seen enough of it to make that call. Though I strongly suspect, based on what I have seen, that the show is wildly over-rated.

Please feel free to nominate your own candidates below, I know I’m forgetting a few.

You got the touch!

You got the touch!

You got the power!

Yeah!

I saw The Happening the other day and let me tell you that it is one of the most purest and truest pieces of God awful shit that I have seen in a long, long time. I could explain the plot to you in some form of detail but I’d rather slice my soul up into little pieces and feed it to rabid animals. Let’s just say that the planet Earth, but more specifically, the plants (the above image is from the scene where Mark Wahlberg has to tell a common house plant that he comes in peace, only to find out that it’s plastic) of the planet Earth – wants to kill all humans by releasing a toxin into the air that causes people to immediately kill themselves.

I’ll repeat myself: This is a movie about people wanting to immediately kill themselves. That’s right. This is a movie that makes you want to immediately kill yourself, super metal comment style!

The movie is so fucking bad. Gitmo bad. Auschwitz bad. And on top of it, remember how great Mark Wahlberg was in Boogie Nights and I Heart Huckabees ? Remember that level of pure sincerity and almost angry but childlike way of accessing the world that he displayed? It’s part of what made Andy Samberg’s “Mark Wahlberg Talks To Animals” skit seem to genuine, right? Well, about 15 minutes into The Happening I started to wonder if Mark Wahlberg’s character, or possibly Marky Mark himself, might actually be mentally retarded.

After all is said and done

You never walked, you’ve never run

You’re a winner!

Ah, Boogie Nights, I could gush on about you all night long. You don’t even know. Don’t tempt me. Don’t you dare.

What can you expect when you’re on top? You know? It’s like Napoleon when he was king, you know, people were just constantly trying to conquer him, you know, in the Roman empire. So it’s history repeating itself all over again.”

Don’t ask me why, but I absolutely love that they used Stan Bush’s “You Got The Touch” as one of Dirk’s songs in the movie. The original version of the song was in the first Transformers movie, the animated one, not the one with Megan Fox and Shia LaBeowulf. There’s been some press of late about the sequel to their Transformers movie, which… I’m surprised to say that I kind of liked. It was beyond stupid, too cutesy in parts, but fun up until about the last forty five minutes when it went super mega hyper anime action fest GO! and you just couldn’t tell what the fuck was going on. As opposed to…

Jesus. What a POS. Dear M. Night Shyamalan: I fucking hate you. For serious. You’re not Hitchcock. I know you think you are, but no, you’re just not. You’re not!

Kelis “Fuck Them Bitches” (mp3)

The Rentals “Friends Of P” (mp3)

Eric Burdon & War “Spill The Wine” (mp3)

Pure Essence “Third Rock” (mp3)

MTV killed the video star

You know that scene in Return of the Jedi (of course you do) when the Rebels take out the Super Star Destroyer Executor‘s bridge and it plunges into the Death Star and explodes. And we cut to Admiral Ackbar and he does this awesome sigh? That’s how I felt when I read that MTV is shutting down TRL after 10 soul-crushing years of powertool VJs and screaming morons talking over terrible music videos. Or, in pictures:

 

It was like this

It was like this

 

I was prepared to write the usual MTV sucks because they never play videos rant here, but then I started to think about videos in general. Sure, we grew up with some classics of the genre, but most videos are utter bullshit, cost struggling artists too much money to make, and kicked off the careers of people like Michael Bay and McG (though to be fair, Spike Jonze and Fincher came up through videos too). We bitch at MTV for selling us out (again) by not showing videos, but maybe it’s for the best. Good bands can get back to making good music, while pierced-queer acts like Panic! at the Disco will fade away into the nothing without their over-cut hot topic ads getting flashed all over the tube.

So maybe we should actually be thanking MTV for killing the video star. I mean, is there a single musical act out there where you’re like, “Thank god for MTV or blahblahblah would never have gotten big”? I realize there’s probably some kind of exception I should be making for A-Ha right about now, but that was back in the 80s when directors still had ideas. …Yeah, let me save you the trouble and just post this now:

Now if MTV itself could just go away like TRL, then we’d be getting somewhere. And VH1, E! and basically all of reality TV, while we’re at it.

Also, I just want to put a warning out there to you, Mr. Bill Simmons, that you’re getting dangerously close to making my list of Those Worthy of Scorn. I think the Sports Guy is like the only American over 23 out there who doesn’t work for Viacom and still watches MTV, and attempts to make references to it like it’s still culturally relevant. Seriously, Bill, you still watch The Real World? What’s wrong with you? We stopped watching this shit years ago, and back then we only did because we were bored and it was on after school. You have two kids now, for shame.

Edited to add: Tracy is my soul-mate.

Those Worthy of Scorn: James Dobson

 

I'm not saying he likes little boys.

I'm not saying he likes little boys

You know why? You fucking know why? Cause sometime back in the day, Benji’s mom read from “Dr.” Dobson that the best way to keep the younglings in line was to grab them and squeeze them by the fleshy part of the shoulder. Some kind of Blessed Vulcan Neck Pinch shit. So that’s what Yours Truly had to put up with in his formative years, getting squeezed. And a lot of that was my Moms, but that was James D. doing the squeezing too. That’s reason enough to hate the fucker right there, but on top of that he’s also your poster boy for pompous, pious right wing evangelical assholes too. I could link to some shit, but Dobson ain’t worth the effort. (editor’s note: fuck it)

He’s got a magazine called “Focus on the Family,” a bullshit little rag that trojan horses all of its religious proselytizing under the guise of good parenting advice. Parakeets gotta shit somewhere. Motherfucker wrote a book called “What Wives Wish Their Husbands Knew About Women.” Seriously! Most left-leaning folk wouldn’t mind giving this Doc a cockpunch if he crossed their paths, but me: I ever see this dude IRL, I’m going straight for his goddamn shoulder.

There’s a reason we like “Schadenfreude,” you know.

I happened upon this quote today by the lovely Emily Gould:

“The will to blog is a complicated thing, somewhere between inspiration and compulsion. It can feel like almost a biological impulse. You see something, or an idea occurs to you, and you have to share it with the Internet as soon as possible.”

I could not agree more. And in that spirit, and the spirit of Schadenfreude, I give you:

No, not that, actually. But it is fitting.

Instead, I give you: Robert Novak.

A man who’s given the nickname “Prince Of Darkness” by one of his friends. A man who’s not even worthy of scorn. Just detest. Dare I even say, just go ahead and ask Valerie Plame?

I could go on about the man’s past crimes, but why waste the time talking about this piece of shit when the energy would be better served spitting at the thought of him.

The reason I bring him up today, though, is because today it was wonderfully reported that he’s been diagnosed with a brain tumor. I’d like to say maybe that’s why he’s such an evil bastard, but really… that was all there before the tumor showed up.

This is, of course, a week after he hit an 86 year old homeless man with his car and then drove off, claiming he never even saw the poor guy whom witnesses said was splayed out on Novak’s windshield at one point. Hell, at this point, Novak getting a life threatening tumor is just karma balancing out the scales.

Wouldn’t it make a great sitcom-ish setup if he ended up in the same hospital room with Ted Kennedy at some point? I’d totally watch that show.

This has been the brightest highlight on an otherwise slow news day. So, in closing, let me just say this:

Katrina and the Waves - Walking On Sunshine

The Go Go’s - Our Lips Are Sealed

Those Worthy of Scorn: Harry Knowles

 

worthy of scorn

worthy of scorn

A few months back, Harry Knowles announced in one of his reviews (Editor’s note: of The Ruins, no less — which he loved, no less!) that he had been diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a totally hateful person (okay, okay, I am) but there was something immensely satisfying about this revelation. It was as though one of the immutable laws of the universe had just been re-confirmed. You eat like a disgusting slob and watch movies all day: you will become obese and get diabetes. For the world to have continued on without Harry being a diabetic was an insult to all the other diabetics. To get just a taste of Harry, this is how he describes his newfound diabesity:

“…The nurse came in with this Kit – to poke my finger and feed this vampire device that tells me whether or not I’m too sweet. First off… My fingers love penetrating, but abhor being penetrated. This just isn’t natural…”

If you’re like me, you just threw up. Worse, when discussing lapband surgery, he seems to be saying he did it not for his health, but because losing his eyesight would put a crimp on his film-watching.

But that’s not why he’s one of those worthy or scorn. No, Harry’s sins are legion.

Fault the First: Bad Writing

This is, after all, the guy who started the whole movie-review-where-I-tell-you-about-my-whole-day-leading-up-to-the-review. And then he upped the ante by becoming the guy who writes movie-reviews-as-graphic-sexual-metaphors-even-though-he’s-500 lbs-on-the-wrong-side-of-a-vagina. Not to mention… the endless… ellipses… In short, people who write sentences like this: “Louis Leterrier has made a HULK movie that first and foremost is badass, kickass and asskicking, but is most certainly not ASS.” deserve our hatred.

(random side note: a girl once told me that the punctuation mark that most fit me as a person was the ellipses. I’m still trying to decide if I like that or not.)

Fault the Second: Bad Taste

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From pimping shitty movies that his “friends” like Del Toro or QT did, to gushing over totally lame genre crap like Battle Royale because it’s foreign, to shitting his pants over mediocre Michael Bay crap, Harry’s taste is beyond reproach: it’s awful. If Harry actually does like a good movie, it’s probably by accident and for the wrong reasons. Like when he pooh-poohed The Matrix Reloaded for not having more Werewolves and Vampires.

Fault the Third: He’s Texan

Reason enough. Worse, he seems to have infected promising directors like Robert Rodriguez and Tarantino with his retarded love for the Lone Star State and its crappy tex-mex food. The world does not need any more glorification of shit-kicking rednecks.

Fault the Fourth: Misguided Politics

Harry hails from some sort of weird “me vs. the Man” political dichotomy that causes him to think that something like The Faculty is subversive. Actual quote, for reals:

“I responded with the use of drugs in this film. Personally I’m counting on actual OUTRAGE, public screaming at the highest levels. Mentions on the floor of Congress when some pompous ass begins farting out a pontification about what’s wrong with society today. Absolutely wonderful. It is, quite simply… Real Damn Cool.”

Yeah, still waiting for that huge brouhaha over The Faculty to die down. Nancy Grace won’t shut up about it. Bill O’RLY has a segment on it every night. Basically, if a movie is made by one of Harry’s friends or favorite filmmakers (like Eli Roth) and it features tits and or drugs, Harry views it as some sort of scathing protest film exposing the hypocrisies of our time, or something. That he is supporting democrats now makes me worried.

Fault the Fifth: Spoilers

Not that he’s solely to blame for this, and the movement probably would have continued without his help, but there’s no denying that Harry played a major role in popularizing the reveal of spoilers to a movie or tv show. Remember when we used to go see a movie knowing only what we saw in the trailer and what the local reviewer had to say about it? That’s a far better way to see a movie. Worse, Harry was such a poor reporter of spoilers that half the time they were wrong and set up artificial expectations for a film that were never met. And now that Harry has been successfully co-opted by the studios’ marketing departments, he openly lords his privileged knowledge over his readers and then holds back the juicy stuff. Asshole.

Have I missed anything? feel free to add your own.