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For Whom the Bull Trolls (Pt. 1)

A few weeks ago, my eyes rolled across a small item in Entertainment Weekly regarding a new documentary which was getting a tad bit of buzz at the SXSW (South by Southwest) Film Festival in Austin, Texas. The doc was called Best Worst Movie, and it was directed by Mike Stephenson, and if you were to say in response to that tidbit of info, “Who?,” well, so did I. Stephenson, back in 1990, was the child “star” of an incredibly low-budget film called Troll 2, which, in the intervening years, has grown into a minor cult phenomenon, even having a festival held in its honor last year in the tiny Utah hamlet named Morgan where it lurched to life. All of this attention – the festivals, the documentary – did not come about due to any substantial positive success on Troll 2's part, but rather due to its lack of it. Troll 2 is, purportedly, one of the worst films ever made. It even held, for a while, the lowest ranking on IMDB, though several films have since passed it in viewer disdain.

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Coachella Updates, just not here... technically...

So, I am not going to blog about the events at Coachella. I have decided to go the route of the internet "tweet" to post my notes about my adventures at the show in Indio, CA on Friday. Once we returned to the abode early last night after a delirious day mucking about in Palm Desert and Palm Springs after getting about four hours of sleep, I began posting a series of notes on Twitter recalling everything that I saw at the show.

"Recall" is perhaps not the appropriate term, as most of the notes were written at the show as they happened, or just after, on both notepad and on my phone. I had been planning to Twitter from the show itself, but the phone service truly sucked. We had full bars on our phones the entire time, but most likely due to all of the electrical equipment at use, I couldn't even call Jen properly from ten feet away. She could text me, and I would get it... but then I would try to reply -- and she wouldn't get the message until... well, last n…

Coachella Festival Introduction: I learned the name of this place from Bugs Bunny...

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OK, Raw Meat is going to murder me, because I just found out Mike Patton is appearing at Coachella tonight. Why is this a problem? Well, because I am going to be there. Raw Meat loves Mike Patton slightly more than he loves being pissed off that he is not watching Mike Patton. So, I am sure I am about to get an evil message on my phone telling me to "suck it," or something else in the vernacular, and this is most likely because I just sent him a message alerting him to this condition moments ago. Mine was couched in apologies, but still might contain some form of passive-aggressive jerkiness... or surely it will be taken that way.

But I truly did just find out, because they hid him under the name Patton & Rahzel, and I never thought to look up most of the bands with which I was not familiar until this morning before we take off for the Colorado Desert in Indio, CA. Jen's grandfather lives thereabouts, but we will be staying with her aunt, and it is her aunt's and …

Turn and Face the Strange...

Any frequent blogfly of this site has probably noticed, far down on the sidebar (where blogflies are apt to wander uncontrolled) for the past couple of years, a list of about 250 to 300 films in alphabetical order. It was a list called Leave Me Alone! I Have to Watch These Again… and Again…

The list was basically a picture-window view onto my DVD collection, in at least 75% of the cases, representing to some degree a list of my very favorite films. Once I constructed my first version of it, I discovered that there were very few films from about 1990 onward, so subconsciously intent was I to make it a true glimpse into my influences that I negated the impact that current film was having. So then I would sometimes add recent films that had made a particular impression upon me, and I would sporadically survey the list and wonder why such-and-such wasn’t on there and such-and-such was. It became tiring. By and large, though, it was pretty much the sum total of what I would consider my &qu…

Was Gelatinous Ooze Clean-Up In Aisle Three Taken? [Part 3]

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And so, Alien Raiders, the film with the sleep-inducing title which was recommended lightly to me by my erstwhile cinematic doppelganger, The Working Dead, turned out to be… merely "good."

Merely good, with parts that verged on, as The Working Dead put it, "interesting," and then I would add that a handful of those parts were “pretty good.” By my qualifying it as "good" is no call for the average American zombie to rush out and partake of it, because it is likely that your mind will only flash on the words "low-budget" and "B Movie" and shuffle it straight away to the nearest video internment camp. Agreed, and sad to report, Alien Raiders is no instant genre classic on the level of that which I spoke earlier, and nothing even to write home about (but, apparently, there is still plenty about which some random blogger may gush thousands of squishy words on his ill-visited site, if only tangentially speaking of the film for the bulk of it…

There Are So Many Obvious Twitter Puns Available, It Just Becomes Useless to Try...

So, here's the scoop: we are starting to populate the various social networking sites on the internet at work, and I am sort of the point man on this. As such, I suddenly get to do what we had been told just a couple of months ago not to do at work: go on Facebook, Twitter, Blogger, Plaxo, etc.

It's definitely a sign of the times in which we found ourselves that business has begun to turn from staid traditionalism and begun to embrace the places where the people actually are. It makes a tremendous amount of sense to do this from a marketing standpoint, even if some see all of this as rather silly. Silly or not, the way you get your name out there is promotion, and these sites provide a genuinely immediate means of doing so.

I am already somewhat well-versed in Facebook and Blogger, but really only knew about Twitter because of all the recent scandal about members of Congress tweeting during an Obama speech recently. I knew what it did, and the purpose behind it. But before I att…

Was Gelatinous Ooze Clean-Up In Aisle Three Taken? [Part 2]

Something that I have not touched on in this whole recommendation debate is the level of the recommendation. In the vast majority of cases where one person recommends or rips apart a movie, TV show, book or band directly to another person, there is most often an easily recognizable dose of either unfettered love or hatred for the subject. This includes most of the people we run into day to day, and even usually ourselves. In the case of an “it was alright” response, most listeners to that opinion are likely not to rush right out and find out why it only met with a medium response; besides, most of the recommendations that people are likely to meet in their daily lives are those of close friends or co-workers (not that they can't be both), and there comes a point where we have the people closest to us pretty much figured out in all levels of their responses to things, even when their responses seem askew to what they normally spew out as their opinions.

But we are all the terrorize…

Was Gelatinous Ooze Clean-Up In Aisle Three Taken? [Part 1]

I can do the high and low as well as anyone. I can do the High and Low as in Kurosawa, I can do the Alexander Nevsky, and I can do La Passion de Jeanne d'Arc. There are no limits in my interest in seeking out the very best of cinematic history, and I rejoice, in this golden information age, in having more avenues than ever in finding films about which I have only read previously. Call it arty, call if pretentiousness, but I am sincerely and deeply interested in the “painters” of cinema, those people who seek to expand the horizons of what film can do and stories can be told.

But, with amazing frequency and especially delight, I will put down the Eisenstein, Dreyer and Kurosawa, and seek release elsewhere. More often than not, I also crave the low. I am an inveterate denizen of what are generally (and sometimes wrongly) regarded as the video slums. I love low-budget horror and science fiction like any properly video store-raised geek; I love sleazy, half-brained action flicks like …

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