There was an amusing Fark thread on people giving vague but accurate (or correct but misleading) movie summaries, and people guessing the movie. I enjoyed it enough that I thought I would offer it up here with my own vague summaries. A good number of these are science fiction, fantasy, or horror.
Shepherd engages in unnatural porking.
Guy sacrifices livelihood to raise the dead.
Someone comes to town. Lots of people leave.
Hustler falls for sap.
Neglectful parent meets brainless bimbo on roadtrip.
Amoral businessman’s life turned upside down by arrival of ex-girlfriend and her current boy-toy.
Foul-mouthed racist electrocutes gay man.
Famous actor gets strung out after life invaded by amoral threesome.
Mother flees to protect son, only to find new, drug-filled neighborhood changing him.
Courier for elderly man thwarted by last-minute theft.
Crazy rich guy goes completely coconuts.
Man’s life work crumbles around him while his wife’s underground party scene blows up in her face.
Overweight family man drawn into reckless adventure by hot babe.
Redneck leads killing spree.
Subjected to relentless abuse, teenager goes on violent, drug-fueled spree.
Serial rapist infiltrates hippie commune.
Killing spree ended when Clint Eastwood breaks out the big firepower.
From Dwight comes the sad news that Tank McNamara creator and Houston Chronicle movie reviewer and columnist Jeff Millar has died at age 70. To have some idea of his stature in Houston in the 1970s and 1980s, imagine that Mike Royko and Roger Ebert were the same guy.
His regular humor column was really funny. I remember one about an IRS agents showing up on the doorstep of a nuclear war survivor’s doorstep to conduct an audit. “That whole ‘end of civilization as we know it’ excuse may pass muster with other government agencies, but not the IRS.”
Tank McNamara was one of my favorite comic strips as well. He had a hilarious sport trial series presided over by an English-barrister sounding Dennis Rodman. (“Mr. Sprewell, please be so kind as to remove your fingers from the panelist’s throat.”) And I loved the strips with the mad sports scientist Dr. Tszap, with his frizzed-out hair, coke-bottle glasses and hula girl tie.
I met him once, at CollegeCon at U of H, the first science fiction convention I went to in 1980. I have his signature on the back of the program book along with those of Harlan Ellison, Robert Sheckley and George Takei.
He also had a story in Damon Knight’s Orbit 17: “Toto, I Have a Feeling We’re Not in Kansas Anymore.” I haven’t read that, or his mystery novel Private Sector.
Update 2: Confirmed? “A team source tells Jason La Canfora that LB Jovan Belcher was involved in a shooting at the team’s facility.”
Update 3: Confirmed: ” A player on the Kansas City Chiefs shot and killed his girlfriend early Saturday before shooting and killing himself at the team facility, according to police. The Kansas City Star, citing police, identified the player as 25-year-old linebacker Jovan Belcher. FOXSports.com’s Alex Marvez reports that a Chiefs source has also confirmed Belcher as the player.”
You know, just in case you were considering doing that.
While there’s no end to fail video on the Internet, I’m posting this one because: A.) It was such an obviously, amazingly stupid thing to attempt in the first place, and B.) I tried to find this a while back to show friends, but had forgotten the actual conveyance (bike? skateboard?), which made finding the video difficult. So this is more of a bookmark for myself than anything else. As well as an abject lesson in what not to do.
Spider-Man, Spider-Man
Did you arrest the right Spider-Man?
Get the one for assault?
Outstanding warrant? His own damn fault.
Oh yeah! You got the right Spider-Man!
Were it not for Slowdive’s Just for a Day, I wouldn’t being doing these Shoegazer Sunday posts in the first place. Poking around YouTube, there seems to be a lot more Slowdive songs that never made it onto their three studio albums than I realized. “Losing Today,” a sad, echoey, moody piece perfect for teenage girls to mope around to on cold, rainy days, is off their Blue Day compilation album.
Vampire Effect
Directed by Dante Lam and Donnie Yen
Written by Hing-Ka Chan and Wai Lun Ng
Starring Ekin Cheng, Charlene Choi, Gillian Chung, Anthony Wong Chau-Sang, Edison Chen, Jackie Chan, Mickey Hardt
If you like Hong Kong supernatural martial arts films, you’ll probably enjoy Vampire Effect (AKA Twins Effect, since the two female leads are evidently in the same pop band). Modern-day vampire hunter gets cute new partner who clashes with his cute sister, who just happens to be dating an Emo vampire prince whose essence a vampire king wants to eat to unlock a vampire grimoire. Martial arts ensue.
You know, the usual.
Jackie Chan has an extended supporting role that’s pretty much unnecessary, except you get to see Jackie Chan fight vampires. He’s third-billed and gets about 15 minutes of screen time, so it doesn’t even make Top Ten Most Dishonest Uses of Jackie Chan’s Name on the DVD Cover list. (I’m looking at you, Drunken Fist Boxing.)
This hasn’t gotten great reviews, and it’s not a patch on the best work in the genre by the late, great Ching-Ying Lam. The romance subplot drags a bit. The pace and style of the film does rip off the Blade movies…which in turn were ripping off Hong Kong action films, which ripped off everything they could lay their hands on, so par for the course. But it’s funny, and the action scenes work, which is pretty much all I ask as a threshold for enjoyment for this kind of film.
The “sequel” Twins Effect II is evidently a historical martial arts epic with much of the same cast, but none of the same characters.
Supposedly the American DVD (I saw it on-demand) has some scenes chopped that hinder the continuity. When it comes to Hong Kong action films, continuity does not rank high on my list of requirements. I saw the version with lots of martial arts.