Had dinner after 3am.
Consisted of three glasses of whiskey, half a container of chocolate ice cream, and three slices of pizza. In that order. Throw in a stripper and a speedball and you’ve got Charlie Sheen’s diet throughout the 80’s/forever.
fairly certain that my physics textbook snapchats are my greatest achievement in life
I’m pretty sure “Bitch got moon rocks” is the reason why I tumble.
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daaaaamn leo can dance
Guy to the left of Leo has no chance. Guy to the left of guy to the left is doing some unholy pelvic thrust. He’s like the wolf of ball street.
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Check out Robert Hunt’s illustrations and paintings for his work on the new cover art for the upcoming Criterion Collection re-release of Ingmar Bergman’s Autumn Sonata
Kanye West
—New Slaves (feat. Frank Ocean)
Kanye’s masterpiece that is “New Slaves” featuring Frank Ocean has made its way onto the internet minutes ago, and it is better than ever could have been expected.
Be sure to purchase your copy of Yeezus in stores June 18, 2013.
Oh my….
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Review: Man of Steel
Saw Man of Steel last night and I’m pretty conflicted about it. Actually, with the exception of saying that it was entertaining, the film repeats history by proving that no one has quite figured out how to adapt our most American and iconic superhero from the page to the screen. So, why was MoS mediocre at best, treyf at worst? Zach Snyder. That’s why. Snyder is a hack of a director who doesn’t know how to tell a story. He can shoot an extended action sequence, but even then he’s a one trick pony. One of the film’s most annoying traits is that quick zoom that Snyder used too much, as if you held your finger on your camera’s zoom button for longer than desired. One moment deserved the technique. Just one. The battle sequences were drawn out, bloated, repetitive, reliant on environmental destruction/explosion, and featured some of the worst product placement in recent memory. Whether anyone likes to admit it, the film’s story and visual realization borrowed heavily at times from Thor and The Incredible Hulk - the fight scene in downtown Smallville seemed almost identical to the showdown near the end of Thor; Clark’s Everyman journey in the beginning felt like a regurgitation of Bruce Banner in South America. Speaking of not going anywhere, but this film has about as much character and plot development as the federal government has leaks. As much as the film exploits Henry Cavill’s obscene anatomy, it fails to provide Supes with any interesting character to interact with. Whether it’s Zod, Jor-El, the Kents, Perry White, or even, unfortunately, Lois Lane, the film is bursting at its seams with flat characters. Everyone could’ve disappeared from the film except Superman and the Phantom Zone rejects and it would’ve progressed just about the same as with the rest of the cast. All the time in which Clark wasn’t on screen just felt like a waste; like nothing was gained. While I understand that there is indeed a plot (Zod’s men wanting to resurrect Krypton on Earth) it seemed sophomoric compared to how other superhero films have carried out stories where the Earth is about to perish in ways that seemed much more interesting and intelligent. Man of Steel could be understood by an 8 year old, and I don’t think intelligence above that is required for the film. Maybe I’m spoiled by the intellectual gravitas of Nolan’s Dark Knight trilogy. Maybe I’m spoiled by the depth of characters seen in Singer’s X-Men films. Maybe I’m spoiled by the story development of The Avengers. Maybe. Or, maybe I just had too much hope that this would break the curse of Superman films that fail to achieve a greatness that our Kryptonian savior deserves.
P.S. The Jesus allegory was almost unbearable in MoS. I wanted to shout “Really?” when Superman defended his status as an Earthling by saying he’s been here for 33 years. It seems that the status of the Messiah is equivalent to that of a truly great Superman film: it just hasn’t shown up yet.
gq:
“I don’t want to live on in the hearts of my countrymen; I want to live on in my apartment.” - Woody Allen
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Packaging shots of the Criterion Collection Blu-ray for Ingmar Bergman’s Wild Strawberries
Traveling to accept an honorary degree, Professor Isak Borg—masterfully played by veteran director Victor Sjöström—is forced to face his past, come to terms with his faults, and make peace with the inevitability of his approaching death.
If Michael Fassbender copped an attitude…
He would be Michael Sassbender.
Literary Caucus: Salman Rushdie, James Franco, and 28 More Notables Assess Philip Roth’s Career…
“Philip Roth turns 80 next month, with 27 novels behind him, but when he announced his retirement last November, it felt like he was actually cutting something short—possibly the most prolific, probably the most distinguished, and certainly the most debated career in postwar American fiction. Roth was never just a novelist to readers but an iconoclast and narcissist, a Jewish cultural hero (villain to some), a (probable) misogynist, a literary celebrity who folded his own life into novels like they were tabloids (or metafictions?) and, after Toni Morrison, our great American hope, The Man Who Should Win the Nobel Prize (If Any Man Should). Just ahead of Philip Roth: Unmasked, an intimate documentary airing on PBS next month, we asked a panel of 30 literati to assess his oeuvre.”
Read in New York magazine here.
What the fucking fuck is this shit?
The cruelest thing anyone can do with Portnoy’s Complaint is read it twice.
—Irving Howe, “Philip Roth Reconsidered.” Commentary, December 1972.
James Joyce collector coin launched…
A new coin honouring James Joyce was launched by the Central Bank today featuring a portrait of the writer and lines from Ulysses.More here.
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