The last James Bond flick, Casino Royale, kicked so much butt, not even a crappy title like Quantum of Solace makes me want to stay away from the next one. It comes out in November here in the U.S. (October for my brothers and sisters across the pond), and here's the first teaser trailer... Hot damn! Secret Agents Gone Wild! I'll be ready for this to come out, just about the time I'm coming off the high of the next Batman movie.
I can't be the only one who made instant comparisons between this week's episode of The Venture Bros. and the classic season 1 entry, "Tag Sale - You're It!" The obvious link is Doc Hammer, who wrote both episodes. But more than that, the episodes contain the same ingredients for awesomeness -- clever dialogue, a deceptively simple plot, tons of great cameos, and just enough intrigue to keep the overall story arc moving. As for that deceptively simple plot, it pretty much goes like this -- Dr. Venture, strapped for cash, converts his compound into Rusty's Day Camp for Boy Adventurers. And unbeknownst to all but Brock, the Monarch seizes the opportunity to do some reconnaissance (do not call it arching!). Working off that framework, "The Buddy System" is a parade of character v
As we approach this most American of holidays this week, I thought I'd throw a curveball and present the cover from one of the quintessential albums of the so-called New Wave of British Heavy Metal movement. Released in April 1980, Judas Priest's British Steel is one of the seminal albums of heavy metal. The music is reflective of the cover art -- brutally simple and simply brutal. The group had been refining its approach since their 1974 debut, Rocka Rolla. Gone were the slow-building gems and gentle numbers from albums like Sad Wings of Destiny and Killing Machine (aka Hell Bent for Leather in the U.S.). In its place are nine slabs of vintage headbanging glory, such as "Breaking the Law", "Metal Gods", and "Living After Midnight". Scott Ian commented on the record title whe...
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Fans of the late, great George Carlin should check out his last interview, posted on the Psychology Today blog of all places. It's a lengthy and fascinating glimpse into the mind of one of the greatest comedians of the 20th century. He will be missed.
As if I needed any more vindication for my love of Kiss, I offer the following clip of Pearl Jam performing "Black Diamond" with Ace Frehley during their June 25 show at Madison Square Garden. That's drummer Matt Cameron on vocals, by the way, playing the part of Peter Criss. And because I can't pass up a good chance to post some more Kiss, here's Ace and his former bandmates doing the very same song at the very same venue, in 1977. Take that Thom - If Kiss is cool enough for Pearl Jam, they're cool enough for you.
It looks like fans of To Catch a Predator (aka The Chris Hansen Sweet Tea 'n' Tasers Revue) might have to stick to watching reruns on MSNBC, thanks in part to the recent settlement of a $105-million dollar lawsuit brought against NBC Universal by the sister of man who committed suicide (off camera) during the filming of a segment in November 2006. While no official announcement concerning the show's future has been made, if I were a betting man I'd say the ride's over. Between the lawsuit, the loss of ad revenue, and increasing scrutiny over the show's methods, it doesn't seem like NBC will feel it's worth the ratings boost anymore. I'm on record as being a fan of the show, but even I have to admit that the details of the Louis Conradt case are disturbing to say the least. The
For those of us in the good ol' U.S. of A, Independence Day celebration time is almost here (that's the 4th of July in case you're reading this from foreign shores). And that means that for those of us not spending the day looking for fingers blown off by illegal fireworks, it's cookout time! So invite your friends and family over (Except for your second cousin Fred. Holy crap, that guy's a boor.) and let's consume some charred flesh! First things first: let's fire up the grill! (Kingsford Match Light charcoal, 1981) Who's up for some hot diggity dogs??? (Armour Franks, 1956) Or maybe burgers are more your style? Don't forget the ketchup/catsup! (Hunt's Tomato Catsup, 1954) I don't know about you, but cleaning all those dirty glasses can be a real drag. So break out the p
As depressing as it is to contemplate, we're now just about one-third of the way through season 3 of The Venture Bros. I'll let that sink in for a moment before diving into the newest episode, "Home Is Where the Hate Is." This week picks up the thread of the season premiere, as we see how the Monarch is adjusting both to married life and life without Dr. Venture as his arch-nemesis He and his new bride, Dr. Mrs. The Monarch, are the newest residents of Malice, a housing development for supervillains. But first the Monarch undertakes some housecleaning, which is to say he burns anything that reminds him of his wife's relationship with Phantom Limb. But it turns out that what's really bothering the Monarch isn't Phantom Limb; it's his new post-Venture life. Depressed, he declin