Monthly Archives: January 2011

Sundance 2011: How Indie Can Indie Filmmakers Be?

While I have the fortune of attending Sundance Film Festival this year, I arrived after the media circus debauchery that was Kevin Smith’s public tirade against mainstream film distribution and the concurrent (yet unrelated) protest and meta-protests that flooded Main Street.

So, I checked in with some filmmakers to get their two cents on Smith’s bold move to reject multi-million distribution deals and why they think of self-distribution for the future of indie film.

Here’s what they said:

A more complete article accompanying this video also appears on NeonTommy.

What Did Socrates Look Like?

These googly-eyed buggers wanna know.

Look, Socrates! By Lisa Rau

Some say he looked like a satyr:

Michelangelo, Satyr's Head

Satyr's Head by Michelangelo

But that may be just a sneaky way of saying he was funnier than he was ugly.

He probably looked more like this:

Hobo Viking by Creaturism via behance.net

I think the father of irony would appreciate the presumption.

And the baseball cap.

Engrish + Lazy Typing = Product Purchase

It’s as if cultural miscommunication and one distracted-as-fuck advertising copywriter joined forces to produce the Holy Grail of marketing schemes.

I bought the product.

And not only because it told me it would “prevent moisturd from penetrating through the skull.”

I present to you:

Magic Hair-Drying Cap.

Made in China. Sold in Germany. Bought by an American tourist, yours truly.



Women Frolicking for Tampons

Women dancing for tampons! Women leaping for joy for tampons! Women twirling about the world with 24-inch waists for tampons!

Gimme a fucking break.

The web can use some more cultural commentary on mass-appeal advertising.

And seriously, I don’t need to SEE how that cotton column expands (below). It does not remind me of a flowing spring skirt.

Ouch.

And before it was ladylike and marketable to fling your legs off the ground in exuberance:

He: I'm totally gonna bang her. She: Not today!


Inspired by Women Laughing Alone With Salad

The Glory of Love

The answer to life is 42. We know this.

But the instructions to life are a bit more direct.

Billy Hill wrote these opening lines to The Glory of Love in the 1930s, and they’ll always ring true:

Especially on ukulele.

Because really, how would we know joy without some good old-fashioned woe?