Corey_Lazarus

Wall-E has a different target audience, but you'd be insane to think that little kids aren't going to beg - "BEG...like a DOG" - their parents to taken them to see another Batman movie. It could be rated R, almost NC-17, and parents would likely let their kids see it. It's fucking BATMAN, dude. Wanted is, by most accounts, a really good action flick, but again: BATMAN. Hellboy 2 has no choice of harming TDK much, because I think the people going to see it next weekend are either seeing it because TDK is sold out, or they already saw it that weekend and are just looking to see another movie. Ditto Hancock. Both movies look good, or at least entertaining, but neither had nearly as much hype over the last, what...YEAR (?!) as TDK has. EVERYBODY is excited for this flick. How will it be fortunate to make what Iron Man - a good movie but an unproven franchise until this year - or the new Indiana Jones - a cap-off to a series that hasn't been touched in 20 years - made? Batman Begins did well with very little hype (really, this argument has been had many times) but the Schumacher pieces of shit definitely hurt it's release. With everybody and their mother knowing how good that movie is NOW, though, and TDK's hype being pushed to its peak, do you REALLY think it's going to be lucky to make the money flow of a second-tier superhero (sorry, Iron Man can't touch Superman, Spiderman, the X-Men, or Batman) and a "hasn't been touched in 20 years" franchise released, in part, from a man who ruined three of his most classic movies? Again: IT'S FUCKING BATMAN. $139 million. A little too much competition to hit the $150 million that Spidey 3 did (which had nothing), but not enough to keep it from doing bad.

People who don't understand that when they're ride is leaving a party that's 45 minutes away from where you live it's probably a good idea to just go "okay" and call it a night, since everybody else is either absolutely hammered or lives nowhere near you. It happens at almost every party I go to with this good friend of mine, and they never seem to get that I'm their ride which means I can't get too smashed (and I don't care for being shitfaced anyway), so I'm always stuck having to cut myself off after getting a minor buzz, while they drink it up for the whole night. I ended up leaving them after giving them a 2 hour warning, and they got a ride home from somebody else there. Words are going to be had, and the likelihood of me being their ride again (since this happens ALL the fucking time) is slim to none.

EDIT: Double post of grim, frostbitten necrocity.

Same. I don't understand the people that mosh for Opeth. How the fuck can you mosh to a song where every other minute there's a bunch of acoustic work? How the FUCK can you mosh to that?

American Hardcore: The History of American Punk 1980-1986 - Paul Rachman (2006) It's not THE definitive documentary about hardcore, as in not being amazing, but it's the best there is at the time. Much better than any VH1 special could ever hope to be, anyway. It's still good for the soundtrack, and for some of the stories told by members of Minor Threat, SS Decontrol, Cro-Mags, and Black Flag. Also, on the DVD there's a deleted interview with Dave Brockie (GWAR, Dave Brockie Experience, X-Cops, Death Piggy) that is utterly fucking hilarious, as just about any interview with the man is.

Haha, and I did. Toxic Holocaust opened, decent old-school thrash metal, with a decent bit of black metal influence. Think Venom/Bathory and Show No Mercy-era Slayer. All of my friends were like "hey, I liked that band, but they played too many Slayer covers," so I had to be like "uh, hello, have you ever fucking heard of VENOM?" Good enough show, but the singer/guitarist, Joel Grind, really needs some better stage presence. Municipal Waste fucked me up. During "Mind Eraser" there was a wall of death, and after circle pits galore for the rest of their set (some of which I joined, others I just headbanged during), it was a nice change of pace. I got one nosebleed after getting knocked to the floor during, IIRC, "Headbanger Face Rip," which was early in the set. It stopped, so I stayed on the floor. Then the wall of death, and about half the people get knocked the fuck down. So as people are pulling me up, I'm trying to pull other people up. Fun. Then it changed into a circle pit, and I get an elbow uppercut to the face. Fat lip, and my nose starts GUSHING. Like, my hands are both covered in the red stuff from wiping my face (as well as my shorts and my vest, which are now both pretty bloodstained). So I leave the floor just as "Bangover" starts, which is usually the end of their set, and look for napkins, but security takes me out to the EMTs. 10 minutes later, I'm inside, and I make my way to the booth where the rest of my friends are. Darkest Hour was pretty much the same as the last time I saw them (SotU '07), but this time they closed with "The Sadist Nation" which they didn't even play last time. Good enough, but nothing downright amazing. At The Gates was great. I'm not even a big fan, but I know a couple of songs ("The Burning Darkness," "Cold," and a few others), but they were just downright great live. The sound, the presence, the fact that EVERYBODY in the building was going nuts for them...damn. My girlfriend and our friend Ronnie go down to the pit (Ronnie's been going down off and on ALL night, the bastard), and then she comes back up halfway through their set, complaining of being too hot. We get waters, she chugs hers, and then gets a picture with Brian Fair (singer of Shadows Fall), who was just hanging out watching the show right in front of us. Then she heads back down to the pit. They announce that there's only a couple more songs left on their set, and then my girl sits down. Turns out the same thing happened to her as to me: she got knocked down, pulled up, and then elbowed in the face during a pit, and taken outside to the EMTs. Fucking schweet. So, overall, a fucking great show. I'm glad my car made it, because it's giving me shit again (which blows, because I don't have the money, even with my stimulus check, to get shit done for it), and Municipal Waste never fail to disappoint. They so totally should have gone on second to last, because Darkest Hour got just a little bit more of a reaction than Toxic Holocaust did.

Just shy of 17 hours left before the WASTEd evening ahead...

Tremors - Ron Underwood (1990). A childhood favorite, and I didn't see it snatched up yet, so here we go. Humor, gore, and GIANT FUCKING WORM MONSTERS. Who doesn't love this movie?

2 more days until I get WASTEd.

That's not Winehouse?! God, fucking doppelganger. Winehouse is a clone of her. Galas has been around for YEARS, man. There's actually one photo of her I've seen that made her look attractive (amazingly, my introduction to her all of two months ago), from the cover of an issue of Terrorizer, that doesn't make her look half bad. Still not great, but much better than that photo there. Lemme find it... Much better full-sized than it is here. And you want ugly... I give you the greatest performer of the old-school punk scene, and one of the most unique female vocalists in rock history, Wendy O Williams.

Eyes. That's my thing. Which is funny, because I love Fulci's Zombi 2, where the most gruesome scene is the splinter-meets-eye scene. And you forgot Chopper Chicks in Zombietown among Troma's best titles. Let's not forget the alleged rejected name of Trey Parker and Matt Stone's first film, Cannibal! The Musical, as suggested by Lloyd Kaufman himself: FUDGEPACKER: THE MUSICAL. And Milky, I'd watch your movies. Waters is a demented genius (even if some of his shit is downright unwatchable, at least you can tell he believes in his schlock), and I'm a total mark for Zombie. Roth, though...blech. Throw some Lloyd Kaufman influence in there, and maybe some James Gunn/Trent Haagas-inspired writing, and you'd make my favorite movies ever.

People who claim that being drunk is a reason for acting like an idiot. I've been drop-dead hammered before, not able to speak or even sit up, and I've still acted with more restraint than people I know who just have a couple of shots and a sixer. Re: changing lanes Why should I change lanes when I'm not the ass who's so interested in getting to their destination a minute earlier that they'll get on my ass? You may not like holding your ground, but if I'm going 65-70 on the highway at 10:30 at night, and some douche in a gas-guzzler wants to go 80, they can change lanes to go around me well before there's less than a car's length between us. I don't get it. There's also the time when some fuck in a cheap pickup was no less than a foot away from my rear bumper for the mile before my exit, with both lanes to the left open enough for him to pass me. And then on my ass all the way down the ramp. He starts to give a smug look when I'm in the turning lane and he's going straight, I shoot a glare, and it's some lanky fuck who weighs about as much as my left leg, so he stares right ahead. That's pleasing: when somebody tries to intimidate you, and you end up putting the fear of God into them. That wasn't an example of that, but it brought that idea up in my mind.

Those I don't mind so much, so long as they don't cause an accident. It's the assholes who ride your ass on a multi-lane road when you're already going over the speed limit, and there's nobody in the other lane preventing them from going around you. It happens every day of my life, and if it weren't for their cars usually being bigger than mine (and thus blinding me in the night, because they refuse to turn off their high-beams) I'd slam on my breaks to get them to rear-end me.

Sometimes movies that are "in on the joke" can be good. But the joke better be damn good.

Zimmers Hole is tight. When You Were Shouting At The Devil...We Were In League With Satan is the closest thing we may ever get to another Strapping Young Lad album, but it's so nice in it's own right that I almost don't care. A few funny parts, but I really haven't listened to the whole thing enough times yet to let it all sink in. So far, I think this is the only album released this year I've actually gotten yet.

Got it on DVD Saturday (bare bones, GHEY), but I'ma be force-feeding it to the better half until we see TDK. How is Batman...dopey? Even counting in the lame 60's show, or the horrible original sequels (Returns I'll give you, because that's at least dark comedy, but the other two sequels are shyte), or even the lame new cartoon (THE Batman will never even touch Batman Beyond, let alone Batman: TAS), how is the character itself - a man who witnesses his parents murdered in cold blood, gets mentally unhinged from it, and then dedicates the rest of his life to fighting crime while also sacrificing any attempts at real happiness to do so - "dopey"? Also, odd theory on Bale's acting regarding Bruce Wayne: He's changing very little about the way he presents himself as Bruce Wayne than how he presented himself as Patrick Bateman. They're similar characters: both have to wear an invisible mask of normalcy, of conformity, when out during the day, hiding their true motives and desires simply to fit in and not draw attention. But then night falls, and they let their true side come out, which is when they get less controlled in behavior and much more primal/evil. Bateman is on the negative end of the spectrum, and Wayne is just beyond the middle towards the positive. It may sound kinda dumb, but it does really make sense as to why Bale was chosen for the role, and why he nails it out of the park.

Glad to see somebody else is excited about this here but myself. Tight book, and I hope the movie keeps the same format (documentary-style with interviewed characters). Hopefully the Battle of Yonkers will be as brutal as it needs to be.

The best part of that match, and I'm not even being ironic or joking here, was Piper's face and yell when he came out from the back. Just wild-eyed, lovely psychotic Piper. Easily the best part of the night that didn't involve former ECW talent. And, of course, there's the DDP/Goldberg match from Halloween Havoc, which I think is still Goldberg's best match (it just narrowly beats out vs. Steiner from Fall Brawl 2k, I'd say).

At least it's not the Spinner belts. THOSE are fucking hideous.

I think he'll be the one to upset HHH... ...wait..."people like him" don't win World titles...or, at least, not from HHH. Mr. Huffman, I'm looking in your direction, sir...

Can't say I disagree with him. He's a funny little nerdy guy, but family should always come first. It's a shame, though, because I can guarantee his kids would love to play a video game where their dad is a major character.

Solid show, and the main event gets some flack, but it's still a solid ***1/2 affair. A lot of stiff fucking hits involved, which makes it better. RVD/Lynn here is much better than the rematch they'd have in 2 months, but if you've seen one? You've seen all of them. I still think the best was Hardcore Heaven 2k, because Lynn was much higher on the card by then and thus allowed to actually seem like a much bigger threat than he'd ever been before to RVD. Tajiri/Crazy is good, but one of the weakest of their on/off feud for the next year and a half or so, which is alright because it's pretty much the start of it. New Jack/Mustafa is 100% rubbish, because the only thing to keep it remotely interesting was Jack's music being played all throughout, and it's guarantee that it'd replaced by stock music for this (considering I somehow doubt Dr. Dre and Ice Cube would just let WWE do it for little-to-no cash), but the Dudley Boyz were on top of their heel game here, and the Sid/Spike interaction is...entertaining, at the least.

I heard about the Death Race remake a while ago. Initially? I thought it might clear up some of the shyte of the original. Then I remembered Anderson, and how his 2 best movies were based off of a fighting game (Mortal Kombat) and just ripped off a ton of sci-fi flicks (Event Horizon), even if the end results were pretty damn good. The man takes concepts and adds so much shit that he ruins them. Man...Asylum...I really need to see some their shit.

Or her Mr. Ed-lite face.

Or as was alleged with AVP...until people remembered that Anderson is a total douchebag.