Shark Week returns August 2nd to the Discovery Channel. Until then, keep your feet out of the water and don’t throw peanuts at the sharks at the Shedd Aquarium. They remember stuff like that and they don’t sleep. So, they have a lot of time to plot their revenge and it’s only a matter of time before they learn to use craigslist.
Until August 2nd, here’s some memorable shark videos to appease your appetite.
Transformers 2: Revenge of The Fallen - Since its release on Wednesday, has made $201,246,000 at the box office, which is impressive for a movie where the director got such stellar performances from his actors with direction that must have sounded something like this, “Okay, now show me worried face… now running face… confused face… look up at the imaginary robots andddd scared face.”
The Room - The Room, considered to be the worst movie ever filmed, screened at the Music Box Theater in Chicago to a rowdy crowd of tens, maybe even hundreds, who pelted the screen with plastic spoons and colorful insults directed at the incoherent characters, nonsensical plot and pure unadulterated genius on display from writer/director/actor/possible fugitive/war criminal Tommy Wiseau.
Waltz With Brashir - One of last year’s nominees for Best Foreign Film arrived on DVD over the week/weekend. It’s a thoughtful examination of the War in Lebanon rendered with hauntingly beautiful animation. Not quite Saturday morning cartoon fare. Balance with Thundercats reruns for levity purposes.
Tremors - The 1990 Kevin Bacon B-movie remains available for rent in case you forgot about its existence.
In an effort to impress his fellow members of Senate, John McCain told what could only be described as an elaborate tall tale about the supposedly ”epic” sandwich he consumed for lunch.
McCain, who has mourned his passing out of public interest since losing the Presidential election, sought to get the spotlight back on himself with a “harrowing tale of eating bravery” as he described it.
Two of my favorite things in the world. Parkour and Brazil. This video is a little light on the Parkour aspect (and it certainty doesn’t put this dude’s athleticism to shame), but it looks beautiful and is worth checking out.
Rejection can be hard, especially when you’re like 3 years old.
It’s okay kids, if you were insulted by the questionable portrayal of Jazz, the jive talking transformer from the first film, the movie makers heard your concerns. How did they correct it? By doing the only logical thing they could do — making the sequel doubly racist.
According to an Associated Press article, Transformers 2’s has added a pair of twin robot characters who have already drawn criticism for being racial caricatures:
Skids and Mudflap, twin robots disguised as compact hatchbacks, constantly brawl and bicker in rap-inspired street slang. They’re forced to acknowledge that they can’t read. One has a gold tooth.
Honestly, I don’t see what all the fuss is about. If someone accuses you of a racist portrayal in the first film, the way you show them it’s not racist is by making a second movie that’s got twice the racism of the first movie, right?
Wait…what?
I think Michael Bay is due for a knee to the groin from Jessie Jackson. I’m not saying it should happen, it just might happen.
Read the AP article in its entirety here.
The opening of Ebert’s review:
“Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen” is a horrible experience of unbearable length, briefly punctuated by three or four amusing moments. One of these involves a dog-like robot humping the leg of the heroine.”
Nice.
Read the whole review here.
This guy has spent way too much time in the minor leagues, but at least he has picked up some ninja skills along the way. Observe.
I guarantee you some brand of cereal will put this guy on their box if he can learn how to actually hit the ball like this. Although I’m pretty sure ninja skills were outlawed in the MLB after the fateful season when Ricky Henderson used smoke bombs, glitter and raw speed to steal 400 bases. Ricky Henderson disappear!
Edgar Trader, a part time Green Peace volunteer who only joined up with the cause because his friends from the coffee shop did so, has already drawn criticism from the group after he spent his first day wandering around the forest, marking what he called “ugo trees” with a yellow chalk mark, so that they would be later destroyed.
Trader, who classifies himself as a high functioning metrosexual, says that he has no desire to save trees that don’t know how to take care of themselves and exfoliate their bark.
“Oh God, this one,” he said marking a particularly homily tree with his chalk. “It looks like Mickey Rourke’s face,” he explained further. “Wow, look at this one,” he later commented, admiring a particularly well-maintained, symmetrical Northern Pine Tree. “You can stay.”
“He’s committing tree genocide,” fellow Green Peace member Tom Turley explained. “You can’t choose to save a tree because it’s not ugly. That’s counterproductive to our movement. We’re going to go ahead and reprimand him, dock all his wages and make him take a course about seeing the beauty in all trees, even if they look like leathered face celebrities.”
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