My humble rendering of what I believe will be the lost Star Wars scene to appear on the BluRay set in 2011.
Ruminating on a fight over ownership of Michelangelo's David sculpture, I wonder why we have so much care about seeing an original of something when a perfect copy could be reproduced.
Metalstorm: The Destruction of Jared-Syn is an absolutely horrid science-fiction film that is a disservice to the genre. To top the fact that I've "seen" the film, I saw it the premiere in a theater in my hometown of Hamilton, Ontario. Other than the novelty of getting 3D glasses and a magic-motion sticker on the way, there was little to save this 1983 effort. Believe it or not, this is the plot summary and probably the pitch that was given to sell producers on the concept:
A seeker named Dogen rescues Dhyana after her father is murdered by the evil Jared-Syn. To avenge her father's death, Dogen must find Jared-Syn's hideout in the mysterious "Lost City", but the only person who knows where it is an aging, burned-out seeker named Rhodes. Along the way, they will need to do battle against the hunter Baal and his Cyclopean minions for engaging Jared-Syn in a final encounter.
With soap opera regular Jeffrey Byron in the lead role, it seems that most of the Hollywood establishment found a way to avoid this stinker. Even Kelly Preston's second film role couldn't save this. Richard Moll (aka Bull from Night Court) rounds off the "star power" in this one. Being 15 when this piece of crap came out, I was savvy enough to know how crappy it was, and have used it as a pop culture reference to illuminate all that's wrong with 80's sci-fi film since then.
The Fish That Saved PIttsburgh is one of the worst films I've ever seen in my life. To top the fact that I've "seen" the film, I saw it during its opening (and only) week in a theater in my hometown of Hamilton, Ontario. Believe it or not, this is the plot summary and probably the pitch that was given to sell producers on the concept:
The Pittsburgh Pythons are the worst team in the NBA. Most of the players think the reason why they are in the cellar is because Moses Guthrie who they feel is monopolizing the spotlight. So when they walk out, the towel boy, Tyronne decides to consult with an astrologist, Mona. They in turn decide to hold open tryouts and they only select players who are born under the same zodiac sign as Guthrie, Pisces. And what they get are some weirdos but they play together, they are phenomenal. When they start winning the owner decides to rename the team the Pisces.
Dr. J (Julius Erving), Meadowlark Lemon, and Jonathan Winters couldn't save this brick, nor could Flip Wilson's final film performance. This film is almost [and I emphasize ALMOST] so bad it's worth watching. If you're very bored, very lonely, or very high, maybe you could get more enjoyment out of this than I did as an 11 year old.
A fantastic two minutes of film called Ghost by Marco Brambilla that is supposed to represent "än investigation into the obsessive behavior of the public eye and it's lingering effects on those chased and caught by it."
I'll leave to you as to whether it succeeds on that score, but I will say that the result is gripping, stylish, and tragic in 120 seconds. Another great find at Vimeo - much more pleasurable to wade through than YouTube.
Before the quadruple Manhattan-sized ice cube may or may not reach Canada in one to two years, do we have to stop, collaborate and listen?
Bill Gates regularly waxes idiotic on education and population control. I think Bill Gates has proved his head is firmly entrenched up his ass, and to understand why, have a listen.
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A vicious killer plant has invaded Canada ala Little Shop of Horrors. And I for one would like to welcome our Giant Hogweed masters...