Official poster co. Mr. Gable's Reality
If you've been to a video store or browsed Netflix randomly, you've probably been exposed to films by The Asylum. They're responsible for such modern classics as Transmorphers, Sunday School Musical and the upcoming Almighty Thor. Basically, their entire company depends on grandma not paying attention to which DVD she just picked up.
However, this isn't about The Asylum. This is about a dude named Lewis Schoenbrun taking the concept far beyond the pale. Here is The Amazing Bulk:
CJ says that it is "beyond snark" because "everything is directly as the director envisioned." And, well, I wholeheartedly agree. The plot progresses from a crime procedural to blowing up the moon and the stilted dialogue ("Barney the purple dinosaur") throws this film into the artistic territory of 1990s FMV games. Something like 1995's never-released Duelin' Firemen:
Anyway, here is a minute's worth of footage from Bulk. As far as I can tell from the acting, everyone participating in this movie is having a whole lot of fun.
So you've got these plans:
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...and you down to the hardware store...
...and build yourself one of these:
In comics news, the first issue of Nikki Cook's and Ben McCool's 6-issue mini Memoir is out as of yesterday, published by Image. The cover is by the always-excellent John Cassaday. Here's a preview co. Comixology. And here are the creators speaking about it for the Radar (also, I'm in it for roughly two-thirds of a second.)
So the public schools are out, the city's been hit by an unreasonable heatwave -- they're all unreasonable to me, but this is the first time I've ridden the train shirtless -- and I saw fireworks and visited the beach. Well, Water Taxi Beach, at least: a giant, fence-enclosed sandbox and bar-studded sandbox on a pier in Queens. A friend of mine referred to it as a "hipster terrarium." . It was an enjoyable day; there were DJs, a couple of bands, the correct amount of portojohns (lots) and the food stalls took credit cards. Most importantly, my girlfriend (and this week's Gizmodo illustrator) was participating in a live art show, which was a blast to watch and document. I believe the only rule was the single hour allowed for the session:
Also, thanks to all these factors, I finally picked a summer song. Now, a summer song has to have a number of requirements for me. It's gotta be noisy, full of distorted vocals and overdriven guitars. It can't be too fast because during the summer I am not in the mood to be hurried. Finally, it has to have absolutely no emotional value in it whatsoever. Naturally, I went with Wavves:
It was around seventeen that my friends and I developed drinking as a hobby. My character being what it is was, I also decided to talk about drinking with everyone I knew. Incessantly. One of these people was Josh, who had somewhat-recently returned from Australia. It was there that he had encountered the comedy musical group Doug Anthony All Stars. Josh introduced me to “Broad Lic Nic,” a drinking song done as a rough pastiche of the Proclaimers. I promptly memorized the lyrics and ended up singing it every time I got a good bit of liquor in me. I'm not sure what it was that reminded me of it today, but listening to it I realized that I still remember all the lyrics. And all I can think is, sweet god, I must have been annoying as all get-out, wandering down a deserted Brooklyn street at 3 AM, belting the fucker out. Enjoy!
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In other news, awesome comics artist and all-around great gal Nikki Cook is having a big ole art sale, all originals. She's also taking commissions, so if you've always wanted a piece of, say, Big Barda a rollerderby girl or Thor, Loki and Beta Ray Bill as a black metal band, now is your chance.
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