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To the "clunky"-minded out there:

Don't forget to add your apostophes to your plurals. Oh, that's right -- you already do.

Oh, yeah... and --- FUCK Y'ALL!

To the rest, beloved and otherwise...

See ya next Wednesday!

The List:
The Eagle Has Landed (1976, FLIX) - 5; In Cold Blood (1967, FLIX) - 9; Mephisto (1981, TCM) - 7; Tintin Et Moi [Tintin and I] (2003, PBS) - 7; Repo Man (1984, DVD) - 7; Mad Monster Party? (1969, DVD) - 6; The Devil Wears Prada (2006) - 6; The Adventures of Don Juan (1949, TCM) - 7; Bumping Into Broadway (1919, TCM) - 7; An Eastern Westerner (1920, TCM) - 6; Yeogo Goedam II [Memento Mori] (1999, Sundance) - 6; The Norseman (1978, FLIX) - 3; Burnt Offerings (1976, FLIX) - 4; The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane (1976, FLIX) - 6; The Clairvoyant (1934, TCM) - 6; Zorro, the Gay Blade (1981, FMC) - 6; Nick Fury: Agent of SHIELD (1998, FMC) - 4; Dragon Dynasty (2006, Sci-Fi) - 4; Shopgirl (2005, DVD) - 7; Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story (2005,…

Recently Rated Movies #21: The Vacation Vacated My Senses...

The experiment has reversed on me. A couple of weeks back, I posted a work stoppage on the Cinema 4: Cel Bloc, my daily animation-related site, due to a combination of the facts that I would be taking some vacation at some point in the next month, that we had visitors coming to town for a few days, that I had a slightly heavier workload at the office and was in need of some downtime in my head, and finally, because I had a couple of other external projects for which I was gearing up.

So, for the first time in almost a year, I stopped writing or journaling daily and reverted back to my Alaskan self: that of a person who needs to write regularly to stay sane who is simultaneously possessed of an almost absurd fear of the keyboard or pen. I had told myself that I would continue to take notes on numerous cartoons so that I could still work on the Cel Bloc, working up a backlog of essays so that I could ease myself anew into the project in August's second week with several posts at the …


Lee Majors runs with his sword unsheathed. Lee Majors marches with his sword unsheathed. Lee Majors orders his men around with his sword unsheathed. Lee Majors leaps over the foliage of Vineland with his sword unsheathed. Yes, Lee Majors is the titular Viking in The Norseman, and while he brandishes his unsheathed sword through much of this picture, he only swings it in the manner it was meant about a half dozen times through several badly choreographed battle sequences and raids on the Indian villages of North America. Because he is a mighty warrior of fine fighting stock, by the end of these battles and raids, Majors' Norseman defeats and kills a whopping grand total of three of these Indians, including, and most gratuitously (though mostly unseen and unbloody), the cleaving of the back and skull of a tremendously corpulent Indian who could have been more easily waylaid with the well-aimed tossing of a Big Mac in the opposite direction. And fittingly, because he was still bionic…


The President's Analyst (1967)
Director: Theodore J. Flicker
Cinema 4 Rating: 7
Somehow, even after all of the generous souls who have guided me to weird and arcane films since I was a teenager, somehow I managed to miss out on this one until two Christmases ago. That's when a friend at my old job, whom I will refer to as Arch to distinguish him from another co-worker with the same first name (also a good friend), briefly had the prescence of mind to give me one of the best presents that I have ever received. You see, action figures and Lego sets are terrific as gifts, and for those of you so inclined to continue this pattern, don't let me dissuade you in the least. But if you know of a film that I just gotta have in my life, that you are 100 percent sure that my existence is so much lesser for its non-inclusion in my DVD collection, then you had better pop it on me. Even after a couple of other tries to get me interested in every film that he half-remembers from his misspent…


I hate it when people give a zillion excuses for not posting on their sites. "Oh, I should be on here more, but --" or "Yes, yes, I know, I post little enough as it is, but--", etc., etc., etc. I mean this in the nicest possible way (which doesn't happen often, so cherish it), why not just keep your personal junk to yourself and just forge on when you feel that the time is right to do so? Everybody has things in their lives that sometimes interfere with the constant maintaining of a simple blogsite, and understandably, one must place priorities. Relationships, family, and friends should actually come first in these matters. A good party should always outweigh one's need to bash the keyboard all alone into the night (and by this, I mean "typing", you pervs).

Well, that's fine if you have only undertaken a blog as a hobby, or as a sporadic dispersal unit of pictures of your brat or for posting family news. The only rule that I set up for myself w…

Cinema 4 Cel Bloc: Ain't Nature Grand! (1931)

Directors: Hugh Harman and Rudolf Ising
Warner Bros. Merrie Melodies, 0:07, b/w
Animators: Friz Freleng and Norm Blackburn
Music: Frank Marsales
Cinema 4 Rating: 5

Ah, wilderness! I moved away from it, at least, away from the largest single measure of it in the United States, when I left Alaska, and to a certain extent, I miss it dearly. Mainly, I miss the possibility that my dad might call me up spontaneously and ask me to go camping the next weekend. I'm sure that once he gets down to Idaho for good that we will get together and hit some of the National Parks together that lie outside of Alaska. But for now, I am a city mouse, and I shall have to live vicariously through outdoors adventures in the movies to get my camping kicks. In the great outdoors, I never seem to sleep more comfortably or seem as relaxed as when I am curled up in a sleeping bag, breathing in the fresh forest breeze, or just hanging about the campfire with friends or relations (or both).

Not that I shall find s…

Cinema 4 Cel Bloc: The Barnyard Brat (1939)

Director: Dave Fleischer //
A Max Fleischer Color Classic, Technicolor
Animators: Myron Waldman and Tony Pabian
Cinema 4 Rating: 4

Who deserves a spanking in The Barnyard Brat? The obnoxious little donkey turd named Spunky, the indecisive mother named Hunky, or the far too anxious to commit child abuse barnyard animals? Well, none of them. (Except that little brat donkey is asking for something horrible to happen to his innards...) No, the Fleischer Brothers deserve the worst beating imaginable for unleashing this weird series of donkey films on mankind. While I am the generally the biggest defender of the Fleischer Brothers in even their most unsuccessful turns (such as their forays into feature films), I have no love to spare for the Hunky and Spunky shorts, even the Oscar-nominated original short from 1938. Released as part of the Color Classic series, which went to great lengths to duplicate the mood and look of Disney's Silly Symphonies, the Hunky and Spunky featured an adult-and…