Friday, December 2, 2011

Antje Traue, from the Sci-Fi/Horror Flick, Pandorum



I'm not here to review the film; plenty of smarter people have already done that.  I'm just here to talk about Antje's character, Nadia, the baddest bad-ass in Pandorum.  The film could have tried to develop her more (and everybody else) while giving us less uninspired-mutant footage, but what we do get of Nadia is pretty cool for what it is.  She's a scientist who can't remember her brother's name; she needs to find some shoes, and a comb; she's pretty good with a blade, and would rather not chit-chat when she's trying to survive; and, last but not least, she has a superpower: She gets hotter the dirtier she gets.  At one point she's totally covered with stuff (what you'd have, perhaps, if you made a stew out of old coffee, blood, ground-up raw pheasant, and the ooze inside of a grasshopper's mouth).  Her eyes glow out of that filth, though, and you think, There's just no way she's dying, even if the screenwriter wants her to.  


The reason I mention all of this now is because Antje Traue is playing Faora in the new Superman film, Man of Steel.  I'm both excited and worried about many aspects of the production, but not about Faora. With Antje playing her, I feel pretty safe saying she'll definitely give Supe a run for his money, and make me love to hate her, or hate to love her, or just plain love her (as a "friend," of course). 

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Like space? Like hospitals? Try "Space Hospital."


Movie Idea


A young man shops in a supermarket.  He picks up Clorox, cottage cheese, a head of lettuce, and hot dogs, and there's a lot of suspense building already, because what's he going to make with that?  

An old man sits laughing on the floor in one corner of the supermarket.  He has wet himself, but that's not why he's laughing.  CUT TO: A mountaintop in Tibet, where another old man is laughing.  He has wet himself too.  (See?  We're all in this together!)  

INSERT a car chase through the streets of Turin, Italy.  It's going on inside a boy's head.  This boy is really our man at age six.  He's in a cart being pushed around in the same supermarket, but back in the seventies (NOTE: Use the CU footage from 12 Monkeys that shows the boy's eyes). 

As our man makes his way to the checkout line, a beautiful young woman with EYE CANDY stenciled across her shirt stops to pick up Clorox, cottage cheese, a head of lettuce, and...hot dog buns.

INSERT another car chase, but with Hot Wheels, to illustrate how small and insignificant we are.  Follow this chase with a montage of pretty Hubble photos of the universe (NOTE: Have Terrence Malick write a V.O. for this, to be performed by Morgan Freeman).

Now our man's checkout girl needs a price-check on the hot dogs.  Our man offers to run back and see for her...

...just as the beautiful young woman realizes she got hot dog buns but no hot dogs.  

Throw in a few minutes of subplot about a robot that assembles Hot Wheels cars.  Show, very simply, through a quick series of flashbacks inside of flashbacks inside of flashbacks, that this robot used to be a human man, and that he/it is the beautiful young woman's father!

The beautiful young woman gets to the hot dogs before our man gets there.  There aren't any left.  CUT TO: The old man laughing in the supermarket (he's pretending the hot dog in his mouth is a cigar).  Seeing no hot dogs, the beautiful young woman hurries away just as our man gets there to check the price (somehow make all of this less annoying than what happens in Serendipity). 

Out in the parking lot, our man and the beautiful young woman, putting their grocery bags into their cars, finally see each other and smile.

Then the Hot Wheels assembly robot rolls up out of nowhere and shoots our man in the back with a laser-sighted pistol.  It immediately becomes clear that our man is not a man at all, but a cyborg.  (NOTE: Show some exposed wiring and sparks.) 

The beautiful young woman runs up and says, "Dad, what did you do?!  I was going to marry him!"

Her robot father says, "You already did."  Duh, duh, duhhhh.

The rest of the film will be about the hot-dog industry.



(NOTE: Show the entire movie in the trailer for the movie.)


Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Thank you, Netflix

Sure, you've changed a little. Some people are cursing you all over town for that, as if you're the Antichrist (or maybe just the penis scene in that movie, Antichrist). But not this guy. You hear me, Netflix? That's right, I'm talking to you; because, apart from the two movies delivered to my mailbox every weekend, I often stream 1-3 films/TV episodes a night, just to have something on in the background, just because I can -- so often that, even considering your recent changes, I feel as if I'm cheating you.

You don't always have what I want in the way that I want, and you didn't even try to stop me from streaming that one movie with that hot chick in it (which was only bearable in those moments when she couldn't find her clothes and wasn't even looking for them); but what inorganic super-colossus could please me always, or stop me from watching those moments of that one movie...again? Seriously, Netty, you've given me plenty of joy over the last few years. And you're not the only one who's changing, you know; as of now, I have no plans to watch that movie a fifth time. Because, as hot as that hot chick is, she doesn't have my heart. You, Sugar Lumps, have my heart.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

I'm glad I'm not named Kirsten, because it would be awkward if someone called me Kristen by mistake.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

My Weekends with Kevin

“Why’d you call Mommy a whore, Daddy? She said you’re always calling her bad names.”

“Kevin, Kevin, Kevin…that’s exactly what a whore would say. And ‘whore’ isn’t a bad name, necessarily; it’s just a noun.”

“What’s that?”

“A noun is a person, place or thing: like this house; that TV over there; and your mom, the whore.”

“Oh. But what does whore mean?

“It means…someone who likes to have lots of sex in a lot of complicated positions with a lot of guys who aren’t me.”

“Sex? What’s that?”

“Ask your mom. She’s the expert.”


* * *


“What’s divorce, Daddy? Mommy said you guys are getting a divorce.”

“Oh, my God—what’s that over there?!”


* * *


“Daddy, nobody told me what sex means yet!”

“You know that thing Rex does when he grabs hold of your leg with his front paws and then moves his butt back and forth real fast?”

“It’s funny when he does that.”

“Yeah, he’s trying to have sex with you.”

“Why?”

“It’s what dogs do when they get the urge.”

“So Mommy’s like a dog…with an urge?

“Okay, now you’re just twisting my words around.”

“But I—”

“Hey, next time you see her, ask her why she humps like a thousand different guys a year. Ooh, ask her about ‘doggy style,’ too; she loves that.”

“What does hump mean?”

“It’s just another word for what Rex does to your leg.”

“Is Rex a whore?”

“Well, if he is, he can’t help it.”

“Maybe Mommy can’t help it either.”

“Yeah, okay, Dr. Phil.”


* * *


“Mommy said she’s with a really great guy now, Daddy. His name’s Don and he’s a missionary, and she’s really, really happy. Really happy, she said.”

“Missionary, huh. I suppose you know what that means?”

“Mommy said it means he’s religious.”

“Well, some people are pretty religious about it.”

“She wants you to know that he’s her McDreamy, too. And he likes to do that thing you never did very much, but he does…a lot. What’s a McDreamy, Daddy?”

“Remember that scary movie I let you watch, where that monster popped out of that guy’s chest and then got big really fast and went around eating everybody on the spaceship? And then, near the end of the movie, that woman was in just her underwear and I kept hitting rewind over and over, and then I told you to hurry up and go to bed and not come back?”

“That movie gave me nightmares.”

“Yeah, next time we watch it we’ll have to blindfold you or something.”

“But I won’t be able to see.

“You’ll still be able to hear everything, though. It’ll be just like with those other movies I sometimes watch. Anyway, that monster was a McDreamy.”

“But…Don doesn’t look anything like that monster.”

“Of course not—not during the daytime…when you’re awake and perfectly safe. It’s only at night that he—well, never mind; I’m sure you’ll be fine.


* * *


“Mommy said you guys aren’t very nice parents to be teaching me ‘whore’ and ‘sex’ and ‘bastard,’ and that she’s really sorry about it and you should be, too.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you’re Mom’s right, Kevin, and actually pretty smart for—”

“For a whore?”

“No. No, Kevin. Don’t laugh.”

“How come you can laugh, though?”

“I’m not laughing. Because what you said wasn’t funny. That was a cough. I must be allergic to Rex. God, your laugh’s making me laugh. Cough, I mean. Stop laughing. Me stop? I’m trying…. Oh, God. Oh, man. Say it again, just like you said it.”


* * *


“Daddy, why’d I see Mommy come out of your bedroom this morning and then sneak out the front door?”

“That was her?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You sure? Because I, uh—I thought it was somebody else. Like, a complete stranger.”

“No, it was Mommy.”

“Huh. I don’t know; maybe she was lost.”

“Are you guys getting back together…?”

“Sometimes?”