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Stupidity, the international language

Autobody guys are the same everywhere, even in Russia.

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Big Font, Large Spacing

Recovering Barry Trotter fan Kimberley Wintle forwarded me the trailer to her VERY FIRST MOVIE. Big Font, Large Spacing premiered in Atlanta last April. Sez Kimberley: “It’s also going to a festival in Iowa during August, it seems to be fairly popular with the American audiences so far, despite the dry wit of us Brits.” [...]

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Ultraman (1966)

If this clip seems boring and unrealistic to you, you obviously were not a six-year-old growing up in St. Louis during the mid-70s. We don’t pick our “Rosebud”s, dudes. We just have to acknowledge them and move on. It’s appropriate that many of mine were only available on UHF.

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The Monkey Business Illusion

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John Cleese Podcast #34: The Headmaster

Want something that will make you laugh hard three times in two minutes? Try this. I’d embed it but I can’t.

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Caddyshack is 30…

…and here’s a nice appreciation by blogger Edward Copeland. Copeland says he’s always shocked at how loose the film feels—how the dramatic elements (Danny and Maggie) seem to be at odds with the comedy; and of course they are. The movie is, to use my wife’s phrase, “a hot mess,” but it’s fantastically watchable. It’s [...]

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Norman/Goldman: Sincerity, Sentimentality, and the Life of John Lennon

Some thoughts on a recent dipping-into Philip Norman’s John Lennon: The Life, posted over on my Beatles team blog, Hey Dullblog.

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Video from the UCB: “BP Spills Coffee”

This very funny video from UCB.com wrings laughs out of the Gulf oil spill by portraying BP as a bunch of gibbering subnormals. Is it funny? Unquestionably. But they should've taken that next step.

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Koons, Hirst, et al: The Dustbin of Art History

The UK’s Prospect Magazine has an interesting, instructive discussion of the decadent narcissistic bankrupt quality of much modern art. It helped me understand why I find it so repellent, and am so antsy for the next authentic vision to arrive.

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Parody review-in-progress of Doggett’s Beatle book, “You Never Give Me Your Money”

Sung to the tune of the song of the same name. (I blame MAD Magazine for making my brain do this.) “You never give me your money I have to suffer through your crazy bullshit If you knuckles were less narcissistic You’d work it out. The one I pity is Ringo Of the lot of [...]

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