January 30, 2007

Strangers Think I’m Trustworthy

When Damizz was in town a couple weekends back, we abstained from pounding beers for a few hours so we could catch an afternoon screening of “The Hitcher” at the local googleplex. And you know what? It was surprisingly best. Before Lindsay pounces on me, let me clarify. It wasn’t nearly as best as, say, “The Descent”, but it was def WAY more enjoyable than the other nu-wave horror remakes (”The Hills Have Eyes”, “Texas Chainsaw Massacre”) that have been released under the Michael Bay banner. And man oh man, how come no one ever told me that Sophia Bush was such a Backstage Betty? Her shower scene was worth the $11 alone. Recommendation? Netflix that sh*t, holmes.

Speaking of Michael Bay sanctioned horror flicks, you just know that “The Hills Have Eyes 2″ is going to be terrible con carne. That said, the teaser trailer is definitely Boobs McGee.

Why did it take me nearly six weeks to hear about Olivia Munn popping her top during a heated boxing match on the Wii? Giggity! [via SuperiorPics]

Are you a “W.H.A.S.” fanatic who is having difficulty coming to grips with the fact that August 3rd is still a full seven months away? Fear not, my friends. “The Michael Showalter Showalter” ought to tide you over for a bit.

Is it strange that I prefer reading Bill Simmons’ thoughts on basketball to watching an actual NBA game? Can’t some enterprising production person at ABC or ESPN figure out a way to integrate Bill Simmons into their telecasts in some way OTHER than calling play-by-play?

Don’t remember exactly how I discovered it, but Indexed is fast becoming one of my fave reads. Bookmark that sh*t, pronto.

Does the fact that HK Flix has stopped selling a region-free copy of “El Topo” mean that Abcko Films is finally going to put this masterpiece out on DVD Stateside? Don’t hold your breath, this thing has been pushed back even more than the equally anticipated DVD release of the second season of “Twin Peaks”! With that in mind, be sure NOT! TO! MISS! IT! as restored prints of “El Topo” and “The Holy Mountain” make a cross-country tour of the nation’s finest art house cinemas. Even you, A²!

where’s grambo?