WOLFMAN, ALICE, Jervis, and Harvey. There's actually a connection here, I swear.

THE WOLFMAN was terribly disappointing, particularly because I feel like I could just see all the good intentions scattered somewhere inside the horribly-edited mess of a film. Could a different cut salvage it? I'd love to think so, but I doubt it. Sigh. In fairness, the original WOLFMAN wasn't that great either, what with the stalker-tastic love story which could have easily been called--as Henchgirl quipped--THE WEREWOLF WALKED ON TIPPY-TOES. But still! Sigh.

That said, I'm still not sure if crushing disappointment is better than intense horrified loathing. Which brings us to my thoughts on ALICE IN WONDERLAND.

There are few words to describe just how much I loathed Burton's film (which he made, as I understand, without having ever read the actual books), and if I had the time/energy, I would rant about it wholeheartedly instead of doing this kind of cheap, unsupported drive-by complaint. But really, when it comes to a film that makes the Mad Hatter a badass revolutionary, tries (and utterly fails) to combine the Queen of Hearts and the Red Queen, and ends with a song by Avril Fucking Lavigne, what else do I really have to say? I mean, seriously.

That said, I want the soundtrack. The Hatter's dance music was the first time I've heard Danny Elfman write anything sounding like Oingo Boingo since even before Oingo Boingo broke up. Too bad it had to happen in the brain-meltingly-awful moment when the Hatter danced the Robot. I mean, seriously, do I really have to defend these points? Really? Whyyyyy???!?!

On the plus side, I now want to write my essay on why Batman's Mad Hatter, Jervis Tetch, is a woefully abused character who deserves more love.

Speaking of Bat-Rogues, I posted my first Two-Face Tuesday entry in two weeks, the first part of Harvey vs. the Robins, with a focus on the first appearance of Tim Drake. I'm kinda disappointed that it didn't get more attention at scans_daily, what with their adoration of the Robins and all, but hopefully that'll pick up with the next entry, focusing on Dick Grayson's ties to Harvey in PRODIGAL.

Also, hi, we're alive. :)

This theatre festival--the Rogue--feels less like a Fringe and more like college, where folks have their shows and things to do, but spend most of their time hanging out and just having a chill time. It's a really nice change of pace from the hectic non-stop promoting between cramming in three or five shows per day, not to mention the exhausting three-hour-process of pre/during/post-performance itself.

Plus, there's none of the clique mentality that we find on the Canadian Fringe circuit. Which is to say, we're actually kinda the cool kids here. I have friends, I have buzz, and while there was no chance that I'd come away from this festival with anything resembling a profit, I'm having a great fucking time.



And yet, all I want to do tomorrow is spend three hours in a coffeehouse, catching up with the last three weeks' worth of LOST. Because seriously, going fucking insane here. Henchgirl thinks I'm insane for sitting outside in below-freezing temperatures, eating ice cream and leeching off a nearby Qdoba's wi-fi to watch LOST.

But come on, it was the episode with Smokey and Sawyer and the cave and shit. Try and tell me that wasn't worth the hypothermia! Just try it!

... seriously, spoil me, and I will cutchoo. Gesundheit, thank you

From Cracked.com: A Trailer for Every Academy Award Winning Movie Ever

No, really. Found via box_in_the_box:

A Trailer for Every Academy Award Winning Movie Ever -- powered by Cracked.com

For about four months there, Cracked.com was one of those sites that I visited daily. Eventually, I no longer found it interesting enough to warrant the patience to sift through their many lists and videos, hoping to find a great one. Perhaps the time has come to give it another chance.

Because good lord, that was brilliant. A word I overuse, but really, yeah, it is.