Lost, Season 1.
Only a few of the program’s many, many major questions were answered, and without fail, they were answered with more questions.
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Only a few of the program’s many, many major questions were answered, and without fail, they were answered with more questions.
I’ve picked up a contract with American Public Media to do some grunt work on their web site, slicing up a few HTML pages and putting them back together again.
It went from being a weird, campy, semi-satirical look at suburban life to being a ludicrous, kitschy, not-at-all-satirical soap opera.
Some brief thoughts on each of the shorts (and not-so-shorts) of the films I saw at Judge & Hertzfeldt’s touring festival of animation.
When the only convincing performance in a film comes from a backwards-talking, computer-animated muppet, you know you’re in trouble.
After watching the last couple of episodes, I’m wondering: was Rory always this much of a spineless weasel?
The whole affair is a wonderful play (pun intended) on identity, reality, and langugage.
A month late, I finally get to see the renovated Walker Art Center. And I take pictures.
Kung Fu Hustle doesn’t inspire deep analysis so much as a feeling of sheer elation.
Late in the game, Nicole Ohlde finally realized that there was no way that Margo “Shawn Bradley” Dydek could keep up with her, and started spinning around her at will.
How much do I love Reese Witherspoon? Enough to sit all the way through this movie.
Characters and plot points that seem like walk-ons and macguffins turn out to be incredibly important, sometimes months after they’re introduced.
I really didn’t dislike my film theory class as much as you’d think from reading this weblog.
Just a couple of weeks after the New York Times ran a long feature on the rise in popularity of Christian-themed videogames, we see a press release announcing the development of a Bible-themed trivia game.
It seems like the Huffington Post is banking on the idea that if they get enough famous people to write for them, people will have no choice but to read at least some of their posts.
The whole “bloggers vs. journalists” debate feels insanely remote to me, but it’s not hard to understand why it often seems to be the only topic of discussion.
The tone of the show has shifted from a nondenominational vagueness that permitted the viewer a range of readings to an ever-more doctrinaire line that starts to read like “Liberal Catholicism for Dummies.”
The film makes the transition to a more visual medium by replacing some of the novels’ logorrheic verbal digressions with arch visual gags.
It’s two hours of drug jokes, fart jokes, boob jokes, gay jokes, and generally tiresome bad behavior. On the other hand, it’s Asians engaging in this bad behavior.