Posts Tagged ‘Remix’

“God Help Us All”

March 9, 2009

So Watchmen, right? With the sex and the music and the misguided sex scene music? DJ Steve and I will each have our full review up sometime in the next 24 hours, but suffice it to say the movie is… interesting, and certainly provokes discussion of a number of topics, cinematic or otherwise. If you haven’t caught it already, be sure to go with your church group soon – they’ll love it!

Before we dive headfirst into the navel-gazing stuff, we figured it’d be good to place the movie in its larger cultural context. Most everyone knows that Watchmen draws its story from Alan Moore’s 1986 miniseries. But did you know that Zack Snyder’s latest film is also a shot-for-shot remake of an even more recent work? Check it out:

There is nothing new under the sun.

(Thanks to TD/Tom for sharing the video!)

20 Second Intermission

February 17, 2009

More Oscar coverage this afternoon with a Lifting Fog review of Rachel Getting Married (“it came out four months ago” is the new “just released,” I’m telling you), but a palate cleanser is definitely in order before diving into a world of addiction and crippling childhood trauma. Like The Wrestler, Rachel isn’t exactly “whimsical.”

Of course, neither was Raging Bull, that classic Martin Scorsese film (and 1980 Best Picture LOSER) about issues-laden boxer Jake La Motta… until someone decided to remix it with The Flintstones. NSFW, cubicle dwellers!

Perfect. YouTube is f*ckin’ great.

90210h No

September 11, 2008

Yeah, I watched 90210. What.

I’m a little put out to realize that Lifting Fog’s televisual efforts are so far concentrated solely on The CW. Last week, DJ Steve brought you a quickie dissertation on the reasons we watch Gossip Girl; today our focus is 90210, a remake/update of a show that made Han Solo vests and floral leggings a popular fashion choice in the early 90’s. Forgetting the fact that we already watch too much television to begin with, it’s important to note that both these shows are targeted primarily to adolescent girls. We’re clearly spending our post-collegiate days wisely.

Jerry: “What kind of lives are these? We’re like children. We’re not men.”
George: “No we’re not. We’re not men.”

But cut us some slack, yeah? With the Big Three (NBC, ABC and CBS) leaving the premieres of their best shows until the end of September (at least), there’s a dearth of prime time programming and thus the perfect opportunity for teen dramas to really sparkle. Who can’t get behind a good love triangle? An awesomely predictable “I’m addicted to dangerous-looking pills” plot line? Without Liz Lemon and Barney Stinson, anyway, there’s really no choice but to embrace a bunch of horny teens. And we sure have! In an unplanned cross-coastal exercise, LA-based DJ Steve has tackled the Upper East Side; I’m now responsible for your driving tour of Beverly Hills. Buckle up, betches!

Phils Are Straight OG

July 24, 2008

I’m rarely a “sports guy” in any real sense (ask me the rules of football) but my predilection for drama leads me inadvertently to root for a few teams who keep it real. Basketball teams. Football teams. When winter melts the cold streets of South Philly, though, and that unmistakable cheesesteak scent washes over the area, I know my favorite team is ready to do business. It’s Phillies season, baby. I would never claim ULTIMATE FAN status, but I’m no ignorant girlfriend at the park, either. I know lineups, depth charts, standings. Occasionally, despite my general fear of numbers, I manage to tuck in a few stats, too. What keeps me a Phillies fan more than athletic prowess, though, is their sense of heart and community. Will Edmondson will never admit to this, but it’s two things that keep them the winning (or tied) team they are:

  1. They’re not afraid to claim victory when they can smell it.
  2. They all actually like each other
Case in point:

… Yes, it’s retarded, but awesomely retarded. Ryan Howard and Jimmy Rollins, back-to-back NL MVPs spitting hot fire like The Fresh Prince and DJ Jazzy Jeff, baseball kings in the City of Brotherly Love. And they’re having a good time; they’re clearly enjoying themselves. That’s why they’re successful. Mets fans, you can keep your Jose Reyes Spanish lessons (“mi brazo es un cañon!”) and general reggaeton bullshit. The pennant returns to the Illadelph in October.

One final word: Billy Wagner is a piece of shit.