Saturday, June 19, 2010

SMURFS. MOVIE.



Somebody has got some serious explaining to do.

Alright, alright, really I'm not angry. Somebody played a practical joke on some gullible movie studio executive, "Yeah, what the people really want is a Smurfs Movie," he probably said, and the other members of the board pissed themselves laughing, while their boss thought, "You know what, yeah."

Nobody's in trouble, I can't make that clear enough. I'm just going to turn off the lights for a second and I want the guilty party to make this movie stop existing. No one will know it was you, so just do it quickly and we can all get on with our lives.

*Click*



*Click*

Dammit, you guys.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Alice in Wonderland Review


In a firm indicator that the adage, "you can't teach an old dog new tricks," is in fact a universal truth, Tim Burton sets out to once again make the wholesome mildly creepier in his sequel to Lewis Carrol's classic tale of Alice's rather curious adventures.

Woo.

I, eh... I just don't know what to make of this one.

Alright, let's go.

Alice in Wonderland tells the story of the titular Alice's 2nd journey to the eponymous Wonderland and borrows elements from both the original Alice's Adventures in Wonderland as well as it's literary sequel Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There.

The basic plot of the film deals with Alice running away from her own engagement party upon finding that it was her engagement party and falling once again into the rabbit hole. Upon being found by the denizens of Underland (evidently "Wonderland" was a mispronunciation by young Alice (wat)) she is told that she may be the Alice, the one who visited Underland previously and is prophesied (here we go) to save Underland from the tyranny of the Red Queen by recovering the Vorpal Sword and defeating the Jabberwocky on what will be known as the Frabjous Day.

Anyway, Alice sets off reluctantly (and at various sizes) to find the vorpal sword, still not entirely convinced that she's not dreaming, meeting up with various Underland residents (many of whom have been arbitrarily given names, the Caterpillar, for example, is Abselom, now) along the way rediscovering her memories of her past experiences and finding that she has the strength to save the day.

So, yeah, it goes without saying, Burton has taken a few liberties with the Lewis Carrol novels, but that's okay, right? The books were far from epic and consisted of little more than Alice wondering from bizarre situation to bizarre situation and muttering, "how curious". On top of that, making Alice's story grimdark is far from a new concept, so really this isn't a huge problem in and of it self. Plenty of media empires were reinvigorated by taking something silly and campy and making it fuckawesome.

Alas, this is where Wonderland finds it's largest problem. Simply put: this is a film that doesn't know what it wants to be. Despite how appropriate it may be for the film to have multiple personalities, it doesn't really make the viewing experience more pleasurable. The climatic final battle scene, for example cuts back and forth between Alice's tremendous struggle against the Jabberwocky and the rest of the Underland residents own struggle against the Queen's card soldiers which feels like a battle out of Shrek.

And then there's this.


Keep in mind that immediate preceding this scene Alice had (with no prior sword training) single-handedly beheaded what was, for all intents and purposes a fire-breathing dragon, saved Underland from the Red Queen's evil and had a heart to heart with the Yoda-esque caterpillar about her past. It was quite intense... Or at least, it wanted to be.

On top of the issues with tone whiplash, the film suffers from poor pacing and a lack of characterization. Notably, the Caterpillar, who Alice seems to think of as a mentor-figure in her quest only actually appears once and has two very brief conversations with her. Despite this, she panics before the final confrontation and calls out to him for help. Character motivation is confusing and unclear. The Hatter is taken by the Red Queen's cards, and Alice feels it necessary to save him, but why? At this point, she is still quite convinced she is dreaming and that her actions in Underland have no real consequences. Still, she sets out (about an inch tall at this point for reasons I can't be bothered to remember) to save this person who she'd only just met, and who didn't do much for her outside if insult her.

Despite these complaints, the film has some truly impressive moments. Some of the set pieces like the giant chessboard in the final battle and the Red Queen's castle look great. As well as the costume design and stuff. It's just a shame, because if the movie had just been a bit more focused (on either the comedy or the clash of forces) it might've have been quite impressive, as it stands, all it did was drive me mad.

VAGUE NUMERICAL SCORE FOR LAZY READERS: 2/5

Saturday, May 29, 2010

This thing.

Saw this thing on 4chan's /co/ board. Threw one together for myself.




TOTALLY LEGITIMATE.


Saturday, April 24, 2010

What's New Scooby-Doo?


Cartoon Network has decided to (once again) drag the Mystery Inc. gang out of homeostasis and though initially I was a little confused as to why they would even bother, I took a look at the first episode of Scooby-Doo: Mystery Inc and I must say, I was quite pleasantly surprised.

The first thing that must be acknowledged if this article is to continue (and by the looks of things, it is) is that the original Scooby-Doo series was lacking. To say the least. On top of the show itself being absurdly boring to look at and even worse in motion, the gang are the most one-dimensional group of characters I can be bothered to think of (unless we compare them to the other characters in the Hanna-Barbera stock). Seriously, think of two things about each member of the gang that make them unique characters.

Go ahead.

I'll wait.


So, here's what you probably came up with right off the bat:

Velma: She has glasses and is also smart.
Shaggy/Scooby: They are easily frightened and frequently hungry.
Fred: NOTHING
Daphne: NOTHING

These answers are all correct, unfortunately, you did forget to answer in the form of a question.

That's right, two members of the Mystery Inc. gang have no discernible character attributes, two of them are the same character and one of Velma's character traits is her glasses.

In a desperate bid to make these characters characters, we've been met recently with What's New Scooby-Doo which retained essentially the same formula as the classic Where Are you? shows but in a modern setting and as of 2006, we've received Shaggy and Scooby-Doo Get a Clue.


It's not discernible from this intro, but in this show, Shaggy inherited a fourtune, whereupon he and Scooby became secret agents with a Bond-esque Arch-Nemesis name Dr. Phibes. Yes, really. Look it up.

Go ahead.

I'll wait.

Anyway, these shows failed to add anything new to the character's character and in one case (I'll let you guess which one) managed to be the worst thing that has ever happened.

Now we're looking at Mystery Inc. which manages to seriously blow my expectations for what a Scooby-Doo show can actually be. Here we've got Scooby, Shaggy and the rest of the gang living in a coastal town renowned for the sheer volume of unexplained super-natural activity that occurs within. Needless to say, the gang does what they do, solving mysteries and ruining everyone else's fun (and the town's profitable business as a tourist trap) in the process, such to the point that they apparently get arrested with some degree of frequency for cracking these craaaazy capers.

The characters depicted here are basically what we've come to expect, but the fact that the show viciously lampshades the one-dimensional characters of past incarnations (Fred is so obsessed with building traps and catching ghosts, that he is blind to the very... Eager Daphne's less than subtle advances) and the promise of an over-arching story linking every episode together have me legitimately interested in a Scooby-Doo show. Something I never thought would happen.

It doesn't hurt that Scooby's playing a smaller role, either. Christ, he's annoying.




Sunday, March 28, 2010

Several Convincing Arguments to Support the Claim that Wife Swap is the Greatest Television Program Ever Conceived

There are a lot of television shows, but one stands high above the rest, asserting it's dominance above all others like a great king. All other shows pale in comparison in every possible way. From it's ability to make us laugh, to it's astounding tendency make us deny our connections to the human race, there is but one television series as far as we here at Meaningless Meandering are concerned, and that one is....



Yes, that's right, Wife Swap. For those unfamiliar with the premise of the show, please, allow us to explain: Two families from startlingly different backgrounds are brought together to change wives for two weeks. For the first week, the new wives must live by the rules of the new family, in the following week the wives get to change the rules to their liking, and the new family must abide by them. Generally, this means that a well-to-do liberal, but obscenely strict wife who would rather lock her children in a cellar than let them interact with the opposite sex trades places with a wife from a poor, conservative family that believes that woman should remain in the kitchen and who's children already have children of their own. At age 12. The two families follow the rules for two weeks and one of two possible outcomes is eventually reached, 1) they learn their lesson, and make changes to their lives accordingly, or 2) they learn nothing from the experience and openly insult the other family on national television.

Of course, this is just generally how it plays out. Sometimes it gets mixed up a bit. Here's a few of my favorite Special Cases

-a family of clowns
-a family of wizards
-a family of alien hunters
-a family that refuses to cook any of it's food
-a husband that would rather wake board and jet ski than spend time with his kids. So he does.

Please note that, in the episode with the clowns, one of the rules was that they go to a talent agency where they are told they are failures as clowns. Top scientists have been working 'round the clock here at the Meaningless Meandering Institute of Higher Knowledge (MMHK) to confirm the theory that, yes, this was in fact the only thing funny thing that has ever happened involving a clown.

Our favorite part of the show is how it (no doubt through COPIOUS editing) shows us both sides of a debate as ignorant, argumentative and stupid. Truthfully, there has never been a likable participant of the show. From the carnies who teach their children "physics" by taking them on the tilt-a-whirl rather than putting them in school, hyper-religious zealots who's daughters, at 19, pray for a husband rather than date, to the man who outright tells his step-daughter he doesn't love her on national television, it's truly and simply a parade of horrible and stupid individuals, and we hear at the Institute will be god-damned if that doesn't make for darn good television.

One must wonder, with the way EVERY. SINGLE. PARTICIPANT. Is portrayed so negatively how new ones are so constantly found, but I submit to you, dear reader, that we as America are not at a loss for stupid people who want to get on television. Not by a long shot. In fact, one could easily argue that the majority of America consists of stupid people who would embarrass themselves to be on television.

That's right, you heard (read?) correctly. If Wife Swap is nothing but stupid, horrible people, and American is nothing but stupid, horrible people then I submit to you, dear reader, that Wife Swap IS America.

If A=B and B=C, then once can assume that A=C.

Wife Swap the single most patriotic anything that has ever existed.

As our final argument for the show, we've decided to let it speak for itself.





Wednesday, March 3, 2010

[WHOLLY LEGITIMATE POST]

This is a place holder for an entry I intend to write about my humorous attempts to eat Jell-O with a fork. This serves more as a reminder to myself, as it's 3:30 in the morning and I've come up with several good sentences about the hazards of eating Jell-O with a fork and I don't want to forget them during sleep.

So this is a reminder to me, the author: Don't forget those funny things you thought up about the Jell-O.

And this is a reminder to you, the reader: Don't forget to come back, tomorrow or thereabouts, to read my insightful witticisms about eating Jell-O with a fork.

Return to your lives.

EDIT:

Amusing anecdote rescheduled for some other time because of Biology home work and Usopp totally left the crew.

ADDITIONAL EDIT CONFIRMING MY FAILURE TO DELIVER WHAT I PROMISED:

This is no longer a placeholder. In fact, it is quite the opposite, as you can see by the change in title, this is now a WHOLLY LEGITIMATE POST. It turns out those things I was going to say about Jell-O and the many utillities of the humble fork weren't actually funny, and I didn't have patience to sit around making them thus.

This is now a WHOLLY LEGITIMATE POST in that it is now a deconstruction of my own truly impressive procrastination skills and and inability do anything I intend to!

Until next time, Meander-ers!

Sunday, February 28, 2010

[TITLE]

I'm in a bad mood.

What I was originally going to do was to write something meaningful and introspective. A deep look into my feelings and insecurities. The sort of thing that would make me feel like a bitch later, and ultimately get deleted in little over hour, pulled from the tubes in a moment of shame, hopefully before anyone could see it.

I know this scenario pretty well, because, hell, I've done it before. In fact, as recently as December, I'd kept a personal Journal on my computer where I bitched and moaned about various things. If you were to read it now, you'd be under the impression nothing good had ever happened to me once throughout the course of my life. It's embarrassing and I'm probably going to delete it after I finish writing this entry. Here's an example, one of the entries from the journal:

Entry 19

Tuesday, September 29th , 2009

I don’t even feel like writing anymore.

I’m fucking horrible at math and I’m going to disappoint my parents…

-1:28 AM

That was last semester of school. Back then, I was convinced I was going to flunk my first ever college math course, but do you know what happened? I didn't. I passed it and moved onto the next part of the course, which I will also not fail. That's right. That's damn right.

Bottom line is this: Right now I feel insecure. Unlikeable. Boring. Stupid. Ugly. Fat. Not to mention every other stupid bad awful thing a person can feel about themselves. These things happen. These feelings come in waves. What's good to know is, that in all likely-hood, tomorrow I won't feel this way.

And what's more? I won't have a reason to then, either.

-The Management