Happy Birthday, Ingmar Bergman. You haven’t had to face your fear of death for seven years.
Happy Birthday, Ingmar Bergman. You haven’t had to face your fear of death for seven years.
Thanks for your patience, dearest readers, The strip and the puzzle now resume.
Fun fact: This was the first use of the word “googled” on television.
I remember I watched this a couple months ago and thought how weird that it must have been the first use of “Google’d”. Also, it was really weird when Giles leaves in season six, and the Scooby Gang just walks into the airport, willy nilly, without security or baggage checking, since that episode was filmed before 2001.
This is how you could get me to watch football.
For no particular reason, I decided to dig up and post an article my friend and Next Projection film critic Alex Griffith and I discussed and/or wrote about Quentin Tarantino’s Django Unchained, which was featured in Volume 55 Issue 8 of The Strand Student Newspaper at the University of Toronto. The newspaper’s site is effectively defunct. You can see the rest of the shitty newspaper by clicking on it that page, which features stuff on the page after our article.
Got cool glasses (read: Wayfarer sunglasses replaced with prescription lenses) a week ago.
But what’s the point of owning cool glasses if you’re not going to do anything cool with them?
I was watching one of my favourite films tonight, High Fidelity, when I came across something that had bugged me in most of my other viewings of said film, and also an episode of The West Wing I watched earlier today.
There’s a scene near the end of the film where Barry (a condescending music snob and record shop clerk played perfectly by Jack Black) and his new band “Sonic Death Monkey” surprisingly don’t play whatever you’d expect them to play, but rather Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On”. In this scene, there are a host of extras, who do regular audience things: clapping, cheering, dancing or grooving (what 40-somethings do at shows by young bands), and other regular stuff.
In the episode of The West Wing, some unnamed assistant politely interrupts a meeting with Josh, Toby, and a special interest group to inform the former that he has a call waiting. The four words he uses to inform Josh are the only ones in the episode, and – for all we know – the show’s history.
I’ve wondered, from time to time, how odd it is being an extra. A friend of mine was once an extra in a wedding scene for a fairly successful Canadian TV series. He mentioned that extras are paid fairly well for what they do: virtually nothing besides showing up and being in frame.
For the High Fidelity scene, there are plenty of extras who must cheer on what is likely a lip-synced performance, being somewhat choreographed by the cinematographer. Jack Black, irrespective of his visual performance or that on the recording, bears witness to a sea of people who must awkwardly dance, and then stop and restart for each take of the sequence
Although I’ve seen this Soft Focus interview with Steve Malkmus, I can only assume he’s mocking guitar shredding the same way I do.
Salvador Dali drawing a penis on the forehead of a woman and signing it with Picasso’s signature
I like it when posts like this are actually true
Zach Braff did an AMA on reddit a while ago and said the script would sometimes just say “Then Neil says something funny”
AND FOR THE WIN!
It’s that time again where I feel weird, drink a beer, and do a survey. I’ve watched three movies today: one is a documentary on Ukrainian protestors, the other two were The Darjeeling Limited for the fourth or fifth time, and Summer Hours for the second time. Anywho, this survey is from Survey Haven.
Les Miserables — the only musical I like.
How do you get to sleep?
Shower. Drink some camomile tea. Try to avoid bright screens.
What happened at the last party you went to?
At a party where drinking chiefly transpires: drank my friend’s (the host) punch mix which is aptly called Gavin’s Fall Down Punch, had some photos taken of me and friends at his Christmas Memory Zone 2014 (yup, it’s been that long), briefly entertained the idea of flirting with same friend’s girlfriend’s sister who before I quickly learned she was four year’s my junior, Toronto literally froze and transit stopped so I couldn’t go home and I stayed over and I thought I was going to get hypothermia for a second. It was a genuinely great night.
Have you ever smoked a cigarette?
No. I also haven’t smoked weed either. I’m pretty impenetrable to peer pressure unless it involves alcohol that isn’t rum or tequila.
What’s your hair like at this present moment?
Bed head mixed with hours of my hands going through it. I was home all day, deal with it.
Are you more comfortable sitting or lying down?
Unless I’m resting or taking a nap: sitting.
What’s the worst film you’ve ever seen?
Be Cool takes the cake for “major studio-produced film that really fucking sucked”. The Room really deserves “the Citizen Kane of bad movies" title, despite that I’ve willingly seen it four times. The Star Wars Holiday Special was the movie I got the most angry at.
Are you an untidy person?
I’m pretty neat. There’s generally nothing on my floor and no pile of clothes to be found. If there is, they’re nicely folded.
Have you ever been a fan of N*Sync?
Growing up, there were a couple songs on Celebrity I admittedly found catchy.
Do you watch a lot of television?
Not at all. I might be lucky to say that I’m watching three current television series. The Wire and its greatness ruined television for me; everything else is adorable.
Do you think you’re fat sometimes?
My friend who is a girl — who has seen me shirtless in a completely non-bro and non-sexual fashion — disagrees, but I think that I’m developing a bit of a gut. I’m otherwise slender, if not the opposite of corpulent.
Do you like to flex your muscles?
December 2014 I was working out nearly daily, so, yeah, then I did.
Do you think you’ll ever get plastic surgery?
No. I’ve come to terms with my huge head, and I’m seriously going to look like what I do now for the next 15 years. Also, I like my nose.
Have you ever completely misunderstood what somebody was saying?
One of my best friends is British and has a Torontonian-posh Londoner accent; somehow I occasionally needed subtitles for his syntax sometimes.
Favorite kind of cake:
Bullshit. Pumpkin Pie is where it’s at. If I have to choose a cake, carrot cake. Deal with it.
Was it a boy or a girl to text you last?
Boy. You’d might also be appalled by how few friends I have who are girls. I’m a fairly neurotic guy when near them.
Name something you are doing tomorrow?
Ideally I’m continuing reading How to Change the World: Reflections on Marx and Marxism by Eric Hobsbawm. I might rewatch Blue Is the Warmest Colour since it has haunted me for two months.
Do you sleep on your stomach?
I fall asleep on my side, but have periodically woken up on my stomach.
Where are you going to be at 4 PM tomorrow?
Last time you saw fireworks, with whom & where?
The Tall Ship Races in Helsinki, Finland. I was with my exchange group roommates John and Sofia, and one of our hosts, Maarit. It was during a day in the summer of 2013. Don’t do daytime fireworks.
Are you missing someone?
Yes. There’s always one person taking priority.
Do you like horror or comedy?
Both, though I prefer comedy.
Who did you last share a taxi with?
My aforementioned friends John and Sofia during the same summer. We were returning from the last day Flow Festival, I think.
Dogs or cats?
Cats, unless it’s a corgi, St. Bernard/Bernese Mountain dog pup (they’re the same, right?), or shiba inu.
What were you doing at 12 this afternoon?
At home. I was watching the aforementioned documentary in my basement.
Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?
You know, I hope so, but I see myself as undateable.
What’s your favorite season? Why?
The fourth season of The Wire. But, honestly: fall, for it is sweater season.
When’s the last time you did something you knew was wrong?
Not following up with an email.
Did you have any unread text messages this morning when you woke up?
Who was the last person you hugged?
Likely my mom.
Do you think you would be a good parent?
I already don’t do the little bullshit things like cute voices and excitement that you’re supposed to do with kids. I find myself too convinced by the Ingmar Bergman film Autumn Sonata, and that I would be far too strict with and not approving enough of my kid(s).
When was the last time you cried?
My final exam of my undergraduate — it wasn’t related to stress — I felt incredibly sad. My last great cry was three years ago.
Who was driving the last time you were in a car?
My dad, to work.
Does any part of your body hurt right now?
Do you like your bed?
Oh, it’s phenomenal.
Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
Apparently. It was two summers ago. I was an oblivious, naive RA; she was one of my students who showed me a lot of signs. I found out a year and a half later, through a mutual friend, that she was incredibly disappointed I didn’t reciprocate.
When did you last talk to your brother or sister?
Do you ever want to know who you are going to marry?
As a current hypothetical: no.
How much cash do you have on you?
Are you tanned?
No. I don’t even think I got a tan in Barcelona in December, not that it was particularly sunny.
Did you get any compliments today?
My mom said she liked my broad interest in film.
Have you ever gone to court?
Do you get jealous easily?
Yeah. It’s a weak spot.
Would you ever want to swim with the sharks?
I’ve swam with nurse sharks.
What are you doing Saturday?
Next Saturday? Likely watching more films because that’s just what I do. Never live an hour and a half, by transit, outside of the city, kids.
What is in your back pocket?
I’m wearing pyjamas, but my wallet is always in my back pocket.
What were you doing at 3 AM this morning?
What do you usually do first in the morning?
Check my phone. Listen to CBC Radio II, which is my alarm that, in half an hour before I leave for work, plays good music, gives me the weather and news.
Are you any good at math?
Any plans for Friday night?
Do you have a little crush on someone?
How old is the last person you kissed?
I think I was drunk in Finland and they would have been roughly my age.
Why did you kiss the person you last kissed?
It was a friendly, platonic kiss. I wasn’t hit or slapped in return.