Rushfield Babylon
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• Old Boy
• Straw Dogs
• Bonnie and Clyde
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• 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea
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This list represents only what I found in 30 seconds of searching from yesterday’s various reports.
This does not include “reboots”, sequels and TV adaptations.
The four past films not currently slated for remake are: Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia, The Clown Murders, The Ghost and Mr. Chicken and Dolemite II: The Human Tornado. All others will be going into production in the next three months.
In an effort, to get ahead of the curve, Hollywood announced today that it will begin releasing reboots of the remakes before the remakes themselves have been shot. That way, according a high placed studio source, they can capitalize on their own obsolescence by mocking their inevitable failure themselves, rather than seeing the mockery outsourced to lesser outlets.
In response to the news, The New York Times, LA Times, Nikki Finke, Variety, The Hollywood Reporter and all other press outlets chipped in to buy the studios a cookie basket from Mrs. Fields. According to a highly placed dessert source, the enclosed note read, “Take a bow Hollywood! You’ve done it again!"
The basket was said to contain a f milk chocolate chip cookies without nuts, several with nuts and a smattering of "Blondies” for the non-cookie oriented.
There is nothing more hilarious than a fitting sense of camp.
replied to your link: Exhibit A: Why New Yorkers Make it Impossible to Have Sympathy for Them Even When They Are In the Path of a Hurricane
Shouldnt you people have your scuba suits on by now?!
Remember when you used to leave your house and most of the people you saw, except for a few egregious jerks, were just other people on the streets; not your competitors in the race to snatch up every little scrap of anything there was to be had (coins, respect, swag) before anyone else could steal it from them? That doesn’t seem that long ago, actually. Maybe mid-last week?
But sometime around then I started noticing this thing that would happen when you were pulling into a parking space. When one was in a crowded parking lot or on a busy street, and if you were pulling out of your space, oftimes another car would pull up before you had vacated, claiming the space for themselves and waiting get pull in once you pulled out. In days of yore, if you were leaving the space and you say, wanted to check your phone messages, or have a few sips of your Jamba juice, or whatever, and you noticed a car was waiting for your space, the polite thing to do - not even the polite thing to do, just kinda the basic human thing to do - was pull out of the space, let the other car in and then you could sit doubleparked, sending your text or whatever. Because it’s all the same to you whether you are texting or sipping your drink from within a space or pulled over to the side. Your quality of life is not adversely effected and you’ve spared another voyager on Planet Earth a few agonizing moments of sitting and waiting for you.
But sometime within the past year, I started noticing that when I would pull up in position to take a spot, the person vacating the spot would see me waiting and then signal in every way possible that they were going to slow it all down, start sipping their drink very very slowly…taking their time putting their seatbelt on just so. Flashing me smug, f-you looks of How Dare You Think You Can Rush Me?
Since I started noticing this it seems this reaction to someone wanting the space that your car has been parked in has become the rule. It happens just about every time. I swear it.
How did we become so antagonistic to the idea of showing even the tiniest drop of consideration to anyone else? We all wonder how we would behave if called on to save the world from say, the Nazis in World War 2…But why should we wonder? We wouldn’t even risk inconveinencing ourselves to the tune of moving our car a little faster to help out humanity let alone putting our lives on the line.
America, it seems many of these days, is inhabited by 300 million miniature Leona Helmsleys trotting around grabbing up every thing they can lay their hands on, ready to tear the heads off any little people who dare even question someone as mighty as they, all the while thinking of themselves as street gangstas because they have stood up and forced society to give them their full due of respect. Most of us should go around being very very grateful that we will never receive the exact amount of respect our lives have earned us.
And so I say to you, Harumph!
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Iconoclastic filmmaker Paul Schrader is teaming up with nihilistic author Bret Easton Ellis for the shark-infested psychological horror project Bait.
Jaws meets American Psycho meets Affliction meets one of Ellis’ weird ghost/demon/vampire novels.
The movie with something for everyone!
