David Lynch.
“ooh, wow, this is so FUCKING awesome, because it makes NO SENSE WHATSOEVER. Only a genius could have made something like this”
You saying I couldn’t write a movie as good as David Lynch? Ok, here goes;
A bucnh of stuff happens, none of which makes any sense. People play maybe four different roles, all of which are the same person. Time and structure have no bearing on anything. Everything prattles on for too long, before ending abru
You forgot the part of showing Naomic Watts naked. This atones for many sins.
Haven’t seen it.
Somebody here tosses it out as a recommendation nearly every time someone starts a thread asking for science fiction to read. It’s a different poster everytime, so I can’t just mark it down as a lone nutter.
Hm. I don’t recall it that way, but, well, eh, it’s not important to fight over. He’s done enough bonehead moves that nothing’s out of the realm of impossibility.
Speaking of crap sci-fi (or post-apocalyptic fiction, to be more precise), “A Canticle For Leibowitz” was, in my opinion, boring, incomprehensible shite. And I love PA fiction.
Yes, and not every minority has been oppressed, prejudiced against or even treated badly. And not every person of color is noble, innocent and saintly. Ditto for women.
And not every white man is a bigoted, racist, sexist jerk.
I second David Lynch. Ugh and yuck.
I’d mark that down as the Terry Brooks effect. It’s popular, but among the big fans who are heavily into the genre it’s regarded as crap.
ETA: You should check out Dead Alive. It’s a very fun low budget zombie movie. The stop motion animation is goofy but the rest of the film is so insanely over the top it’s worth checking out. Not a film I’d recommend to everyone but if you liked his Meet the Feebles then I suspect you’re in the right audience for it.
Oh, yes. A thousand times, yes.
Oh, what a wonderful thread. I don’t even know if my entries are sacred cows or not–maybe everyone can’t stand them, but here goes:
Torture porn, or whatever you call Saw, Hostel, anything by Rob Zombie, and the like. I LOVE horror, but this is crap…
Fresh Air, yes…and PRN in general.
Kill Bill. It just deserves it’s own special mention.
Chase movies: Eternal Sunshine, The Firm, movies in which the entire thing is someone running and someone else chasing.
Jim Morrison (how many times did I see Morrison quotes inscribed on high school kids’ notebooks, followed by “Jim Morrison, poet.” Oh my God. Please.
The womanly blessing of menstruation. Oh yeah, I’m feeling my oneness with Nature and all it entails just about then. I’m blissed about how amazing and intricate are the workings of my own body, and the bodies of all the womanly women who came before me, populating the planet with our womanliness. Indeed I am.
And yes, right here from Bloomington, Indiana I say this:
BOB KNIGHT.
Best,
karol
And right here in Bloomington, Indiana, I say this right back at you…
OK, I can’t say it, actually. It’s not allowed here. But use your imagination. :eek:
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Nitpick for those who have named Hendrix: It’s Jimi, not Jimmy.
Literature: ZATOAMM. Except that it makes a cool acronym. But try to make an acronym of what I call it: Zen and the Motherfucking Art of Pretentious Assholery, Crammed Down My Fucking Throat By Age of Aquarians, Why Am I Not Surprised That His Son Topped Himself, Motorcycle Fucking Maintenance.
I dropped A Heartbreaking Wank of Staggering Boredom on the floor. Weeks later discovered it under the bed.
Hitchhiker’s Guide was good, but not perfect, not even the first volume. And DNA dragged it out way too long. I actually thought the movie was an improvement, since they gave it an ending (although they left out the towel reference, so I and about ten other people were sitting there holding our towels to no purpose!). That said, I do appreciate Last Chance to See and the Dirk Gently books. I’d like to see a movie of one or both of the DGs. If David Tennant could play Dirk, that would be half the battle.
Linty Fresh, you read 50 pages of Tropic of Cancer?! I gave up after 3! I think I was mostly disappointed because I’d seen and enjoyed Henry and June.
Not HP per se, but the meme that “JKR has gotten kids back into reading!” Um, no. Kids will be into reading, or not, depending on a lot of circumstances. But the kids who never read for pleasure before they discovered HP are not going to become bibliophiles as a result. If anything, JKR has ruined it for the likes of Diane Duane, Edward Eager, Madeline L’Engle, and so forth. And forget anything mundane like Elizabeth Enright.
Reverse sacred-cowism: Catcher in the Rye is supposed to be funny. The person who told you that Holden C. is a misunderstood tragic hero was a dipshit. Did you like Napoleon Dynamite? Then give CITR another chance. Of course if you didn’t like ND, then you don’t have to like either it or CITR. But the problem with Catcher is not that it fails to live up to its supposed profundity. The problem is that too many people [sub]markdavidchapman[/sub] thought it was profound. And reading profundity into humor is a dangerous thing. I’m glad no loony ever attached himself to HHG, actually.
Movies: Blade Runner was awesome in 1982, but it has not aged well. And if one more person quotes “Attack ships on fire…” I will throw them off a tall building.
Casablanca is good, but it’s ridiculous to say that in going-on-70 years, it has never been surpassed.
Conversely, I should be sick of Citizen Kane by now, but I, uh, actually like it. ::d&r::
Music: I love the Beatles. I appreciate everything they’ve done. But I’m sick of the attitude I get from people who Were There Then when I dare to squeak “I like the Moody Blues…I like Jefferson Airplane.” That’s when I get the aghast look and inquiries as to why I care about prehistoric music like that. 'Scuse me? Weren’t all three of them from the same era? And I thought all us Gen-Xers were supposed to be so ignorant. Am I disrupting the order by knowing about these groups without having been given permission?
In general: I can haz end to lolcatz? Kthanxbye!
Al Franken. I’m not at all surprised that Air America tanked. I don’t disagree with all his views, but it’s impossible to take him seriously, because he gets so hysterical.
If you like Disney, their parks are great. If not, they blow. The rides are lame. The food sucks. The sideshows are irritating. If you want to buy a lot of Disney bling and have your photo taken with the characters, have at it. Otherwise, hie thee to the nearest Six Flags.
Peeps. They stick to my teeth. (Well, I haven’t eaten them in years; this is based on past experience.) I can’t take a simple bite; I get a long string that stretches and sticks to my chin. They get squished. They go stale practically overnight. They stain my fingers. I just doan geddit.
I dislike Dave Eggers almost as much as I do Zadie Smith. Both their writing seems nothing more than intellectual masturbation to me.
Disney has sideshows?
I didn’t even know sideshows existed any more.
Jessica Rabbit was not that attractive, even by cartoon standards.
The original Star Wars movies were not that much better than the prequels—in fact, given the state of the original special effects, as a whole they might even be a little worse. (In fairness, though, they were a lot better and a refreshing change of pace from the glut of psychadelic 2001-knockoffs of the late 60s and 70s.)
Re: Walt Disney World—I liked the place, a lot, albeit on my only trip, back in 1992. However, Fantasyland (within the Magic Kingdom park) really sucked. (It hadn’t been wonderfully remodeled, as Disneyland’s had, back in the 80s. I don’t know if it has been, since.)
Seth McFarlane has gotten way too preachy. Brian the dog is becoming a Mary Sue.
Speaking of which…regarding a certain fanfiction author I know; yes, your character is either a Mary Sue, or an amazingly ornate satire of one. And the amount of detailed backstory you’ve written for him, and other persons, places, and things you’ve created, especially in relation to how much of it is actually seen or referenced in a story, makes Tolkien look like a piker.
I like how the Honda Element looks—it’s functional, for one, but more importantly, it doesn’t look like every other damn car being made. I mean, seriously—we get plenty of cool, if not outright weird (in a good way) concept cars every year, and every year, the production sedans just look vaguely like jellybeans. At least make one with tailfins, or weird window angles, or add a cyclops headlight…something.
At least it’s better than the 70s to 80s, when everything looked like a brick. Apparently they didn’t actually have the guts to add airbrakes and mainsails when the oil crisis finished.
Ratner didn’t do a bad job on X3. It was, in fact, the first film in the series that wasn’t mainly quiet, respectful melancholy. Singer’s Rogue and Cyclops were crippled from the outset—with the former…interesting take on the character, sure, granted. But you just made a major player in your superhero movies a shellshocked moppet who looks like she can barely stand, and can’t use her powers. Nice job breaking her, hero.
When I made a “biggest coasters in rock” thread, KISS won, on account of never doing anything of significance to start with. Even on the classic rock stations they only get two songs played. Gene is a horrible player. They are almost the definition of the triumph of image over substance.
I feel much better now! I slogged through Red Mars, just started Green Mars, then abandoned it for the while.
Now to get really controversial, Cryptonomicon was mildly amusing, but would have been far better at half the length. Maybe it was state of the art when it came out, but now they might as well been coding with quill pens. Maybe it’s more appealing to people who think writing Perls scripts is awesome. There were definitely some good parts, but way too long.
As for Jimi, technically very proficient, innovative in making noise, but no feeling in any of the music.
I’m going through all my CDs and was listening to Live Dead the other day. Is there a more worthless track in all of music than Feedback? (And I have Satanic Majesties.) I actually walked out of a Dead concert when I was in college. After sitting through about 16 hours of New Riders as the opening act, after an hour or so of the Dead some of us were about to chew our legs off. Best in small doses.
Beer pong.
“Let’s see how drunk we can get! Let’s cleverly disguise our drinking as a game of skill and laugh when the more we drink, the worse we get! Let’s see how many blades of grass and bits of dirt we can find floating in our beer! It’s brilliant!”
Is beer pong really considered a great bastion of culture or something?
This will totally make someone’s day.