Archive for March 10th, 2007

Unless violence upsets you (and why, then, would you go to a movie about the Battle of Thermopylae), 300 is a must-see, and at least once (or five or six times) in the theater. You do not want to wait for the DVD. This is the ultimate anti-chick flick. It’s a testosterone rush from beginning to end. I suspect we’ll go back tomorrow. Maybe for back-to-back shows.

It isn’t cheesy, though I did have to adjust to the visuals. All of the textures are in high definition, and all of the colors are slightly off, lending the film a surreal quality. The “Mordor”-ness of the Persians from time to time was a bit over the top, but it’s an over the top kind of movie, so it didn’t bother me.

Zodiac was a very good movie, but 300 is a roller coaster ride.

Molon labe!

This is a year old, of course, but when I first read it last year, at first I thought it must be a satire from the Onion. I refer to the creation of Penis Day at Roger Williams University — and if you missed it last year, read on (and make sure you have your Kleenex handy). Anyway, the College Republicans decided to parody Vagina Day and the Vagina Monologues by declaring Penis Day and putting on, yes, the Penis Monlogues. The mascot is a guy in a penis costume named Testaclese:

The week before V-Day, the Roger Williams campus was plastered with flyers emblazoned with slogans such as “My Vagina is Flirty” and “My Vagina is Huggable.” There was a widely publicized “orgasm workshop.” On the day of the play, the V-warriors sold lollipops in the in the shape of–-guess what? Last year, the student union was flooded with questionnaires asking unsuspecting students questions like “What does your Vagina smell like?” None of this offended the administration or elicited any reprimands, probations, or confiscations.

The campus conservatives artfully (in the college sense of “artful”) mimicked the V-Day campaign. They papered the school with flyers that said, “My penis is majestic” and “My penis is hilarious.” The caption on one handout read, “My Penis is studious.” It showed Testaclese reclining on a couch reading Michael Barone’s Hard America, Soft America.

“Testaclese” tipped the scales when he approached the university Provost, Edward J. Kavanagh, outside the student union. Apparently taking him/it for a giant mushroom, Provost Kavanagh cheerfully greeted him.

The funniest part is this:

“Testaclese” tipped the scales when he approached the university Provost, Edward J. Kavanagh, outside the student union. Apparently taking him/it for a giant mushroom, Provost Kavanagh cheerfully greeted him. But when Testaclese presented him with an honorary award as a campus “Penis Warrior,” the stunned official realized that it was no mushroom.

Of course, the university was not amused:

After this incident, which was recorded on videotape, the promoters of P-Day were ordered to cease circulating their flyers and to keep Testaclese off campus grounds. Mindful of how school officers had never once protested any of the antics of Vagina warriors, the P-warriors did not comply. The Testaclese costume was then confiscated and formal charges followed.

Remember when “a tax on air” was a joke? Well, no longer:

Last week, the New York Times published an extraordinary editorial complaining that “Right now, everyone is using the atmosphere like a municipal dump, depositing carbon dioxide free.” The Times editors suggested that the government “start charging for the privilege” by imposing a “carbon tax.”

We all knew it would eventually come to this: the New York Times thinks the government should tax us for breathing.

Pathetic.

(Hat tip: Maggie’s Farm.)

300

Oh, we’ll see it this weekend (that’s unprecedented: two weekend movies in a row), though I’m a bit less enthusiastic than most. I’ve seen the trailers, and it looks like Bakshi (well, perhaps that’s a bit unfair — it doesn’t look quite as cheesy as Bakshi, but still). And frankly, we have historical texts of the Battle of Thermopylae (you know, like Herodotus). Why did it take turning history into a comic book to get Hollywood interested in making a movie of one of the most important battles in history? (Then, I despised every minute of Troy, and not just because the execrable Brad Pitt was in it.)

But I’m curious. And there are bonuses. Victor Davis Hansen kind of likes it. Better yet, the “nuanced” pinkie-up liberals hate it (see here). And the reviewer at Slate said is was likebeing raped (aren’t feminuts cute?) So it can’t be all bad.

Better, it doesn’t have Brad Pitt in it.

If you haven’t followed the Antonella Barba controversy, you haven’t missed anything. She sings like a cow (and that makes all comparisons to Frenchie Davis absurd), so all the crap about the pictures (which may or may not actually be her) and “issues” is extraneous.

Some whiny journalist named Lisa de Moraes, however, has published a hand-wringing “poor Antonella!” discussion of the non-issues in the Washington Post (drivel in the WaPo? No, it can’t be!) and makes this incredibly stupid statement:

Antonella sunbathing topless — which, sadly, passes for racy in this great country of ours.

And why, exactly, is that “sad,” Lisa? Invariably, those who want to show their naughty bits in public are the ones nobody should ever see — like these idiots (WARNING: Viewing these pictures could cause blindness, insanity, or post-traumatic stress syndrome).

Sad? Sorry, no. Thank God it’s illegal. If you want to show those lumpy tits that hang all the way to your knees, do it at home.

Australia’s Channel Ten threw a Gaia-worshipping tree-hugging envirowackjob party — and nobody came!

“Truthfully, we’re confused,” says Ten’s network head of programming, Beverley McGarvey. “They didn’t come. It’s not like they came to the show, sampled it and went away. They didn’t come.

“We had study guides in schools, we had the full support of the print media, both editorially and with advertising, and an extensive on-air campaign with a number of different creative treatments and different stances.

“We spent a fortune to get the audience there and it didn’t work. We’ve talked about it quite a lot internally. We’re disappointed.”

Of course, it was a “how to save the planet” greeniemoron special, which is why nobody watched it. But here’s the best part. The name of this ecospecial?

Wait for it . . .

Cool Aid. See?

Ten Network’s programmers are baffled. With so much attention on climate change and consumer research indicating viewers were keenly interested in a 2 1⁄2 hour feast of practical advice on how they might save the planet, Ten’s ratings for the Cool Aid blockbuster on Sunday night were still a disaster.

Wonderful!