MasterChugs Theater: ‘The Squid and the Whale’

First of all, just a little bit of housekeeping: make sure to visit SeriouslyGuys everyday next week as I’ll be putting up a new movie review each day, all within SG’s new limited time theme: “Love in the Theater.” Now, the review.

The Squid and the Whale has the power to break your heart and heal it again. Acutely observed, faultlessly acted, graced with piercing emotion and unsparing honesty, it will make you laugh because you can’t bear to cry. Winner of two top Sundance prizes for filmmaker Noah Baumbach, Squid’s accomplishment is especially remarkable because its material is so familiar. “Squid’s” roots are in youthful autobiography, in a family’s divorce and a son’s coming of age, usually the elephant’s graveyard of independent cinema. With a title whose meaning and resonance become clear only at the close, Squid‘s great strength is that it is as perceptive as it is personal. It’s the work of a skillful writer-director who has what might be called perfect emotional pitch. Continue reading MasterChugs Theater: ‘The Squid and the Whale’

Ghouls just want to have funds

Just when your faith in humanity can’t get any lower … SeriouslyGuys is here to make sure that it can! A male nurse recently admitted to stealing body parts from 244 corpses and then giving them to patients, all to make a buck. What’s really scary is that he was simply a part of ring spanning over 1000 body parts wide. Also, since we know that death certificates were forged to hide the knowledge that some of the parts were ridden with cancer and AIDS, we can only assume that the recipients of said parts will die … but how can we guarantee that they won’t die again? With a body part taking ring as large as it was, how can we not be sure that one of the members didn’t practice dark ju-ju that could create zombies? It’s a fairly easy jump to make, I’d say. Lee Cruceta and Michael Mastromarino, I’m onto you.

How To: Not look like an idiot

We wrote a SeriouslyGuide on how to look smart appear intelligent a few months ago. Upon reflection, however, we realized that looking smart isn’t always enough. One stupid act can destroy a carefully crafted image (read: lie) that you’ve presented to others. In some cases, that stupid act can supersede any actual smart things you do in the future. That is why The Guys have come together to teach you how to not look like an idiot.

Tools:
Toaster
Plate
Frame or kid
Thesaurus

1) Do not publicly eat individually-packaged pastries from the wrapper.
You’d think that, since this is America, you can eat whatever you want whenever you want. Well, yeah, you can. But, like with free speech, nobody can arrest you for looking like an idiot, but they can ridicule you or treat you like a child.

There’s one type of food that guarantees judgment from others, and that’s eating a Twinkie or uncooked Pop-Tart from the wrapper in public.

Twinkies, along with other Hostess and Little Debbie food-like products, have goofy kids’ names. Outside of a Whitney Houston song, who actually heralds children—en masse—as an imitable example for adult behavior? None that are credible.

On top of their ridiculous nomenclature, these bundles of sugar are often filled with an amorphous white cream. Congratulations, you’re now a Freudian joke.

Finally, there’s the issue of nutrition. We are a health-obsessed nation, though few of us seriously practice it. Because of that, we judge a person’s health based on appearance, because that’s all we actually maintain. A fat person who can run a marathon is still looked at as a fat person who needs lipo or a stomach-stapling. If you already appear unfit and are licking the chocolate off of a ding-dong wrapper, people will assume that you are too dumb to look fit.

The uncooked Pop-Tart lets others know that not only do you eat breakfast, an unheard of American practice after 3 am since the 1970s, but that you apparently don’t know how to cook it, either. This is even worse since the Pop-Tart can be prepared by any source of heat, be it toaster, microwave or Zippo.

What to do instead: Unwrap that ho-ho, and put it on a plate. Seriously. It seems ridiculous, but nobody looks down on someone with a sense of table-setting. Just don’t use a fork or knife; Seinfeld already ruined that. Or, you could just eat at home.

2) Do not wear someone else’s jersey unless you are under 15-years old.
The implication is that you got this jersey by sleeping with the player whose name is across the back. Or that you really want to sleep with this player, so you bought the jersey to impress him. Appearing like a muscles-obsessed homosexual does not make you look like an idiot. Publicly declaring your inappropriately high sexual fixation does. Face it, dude: Peyton Manning is way, way, WAY out of your league, and everyone knows it.

It’s important to leave childish things to children, at least so you won’t look like an idiot. Kids don’t wear sports stars’ jerseys to publicly announce their unrealistic crushes. They wear them out of idolization. And if you’re an adult that wears a jersey to idolize a sports player, then you’re considered one or two steps away from Silence of the Lambs and, therefore, look like an idiot.

What to do instead: Either frame that jersey, or give it to your kid. If you honestly feel that your devotion to your favorite team makes you a part of it, then get a custom jersey with your name on the back. We’re pretty sure this comes with every Green Bay tax return.

And ball caps are still fair play, unless they say something like, oh, “Warren Sapp’s body is a Wonderland!”

3) Do not say the word “literally” more than once a day.
If all of your stories incorporate the word “literally,” then you are clearly a character in a work of fiction. For something to happen literally, it simply means that it happened just as you described. In other words, it’s a long-winded way of saying “actually.”

Example: “Mr. President, I literally ate an entire KFC bucket.”

Unlike other words described in our guide to seeming intelligent, people have broken the code on “literally.” Using it means that either (a) you believe that the president cannot fathom eating a dozen or more pieces of chicken or (b) you ate a greasy cardboard carton. Say what you will about President Bush, but you will manage to look like the idiot, especially if you consume the face of a Colonel during a war.

What to do instead: Try saying “actually” or even throw in the occasional “I swear to Crom.” Or you could just leave it out. If your audience is confused, let them ask. If you meant that you really ate the chickeny-flavored box, say, “Yes, that’s what really happened.” If you meant that you ate a crapton of chicken, say, “What? Are you an idiot? Who eats cardboard?”

The latter response is especially handy if you realize you look like an idiot and need to back out of your story.

Take it from Snee: We gots ourselves a boycott!

Somewhere, a filmmaker is already writing a screenplay about this child speaking in a British accent, ending World War II and rescuing their parents by saving the land of the living teddy bears.

Two opposing groups, the Catholic League and the National Secular Society, are each opposed to the new Lord of the Rings …… Narnia

Harry Potter

What in Peter Parker’s emo hair is His Dark Materials? Another story about children whisked away to imaginary world to save it from evil represented in the real world, eh? British, too, again? ::sigh::

Well anyway, these two groups are against this new Golden Compass movie, which is presumably the first part of a trilogy based on the His Dark Materials books. The Catholic League says the villains are thinly-veiled stand-ins for the Church. The Secularists say the villains’ veils aren’t thin enough and want more Christians fed to armored polar bears.

Yeah, there’re armored polar bears. Not giant elephants or talking beavers or even S&M house elves. This film uses bears.

You know what? They’re both right. This film does deserve a boycott.

First: how many movies do kids need about British children saving Imaginationland?

    This story’s already been written, animated and raped by Spielberg; it’s called Peter Pan. But not one year goes by without a “brand new” story of underprivileged white kids battling witch queens and goblins. Interestingly, children cannot get any whiter than British Caucasian.Of course, most of these stories are written by parents for their children, but it’s not a profound gift if they’re using the same tired formula as two other movies in the same year. We get it, Hollywood: your experiments in breeding have succeeded and now you see the world through the magical eyes of your crotchfruit.

Second: how many more film trilogies do we need, particularly in this genre?

    There hasn’t even been a second Narnia film yet. Haven’t filmmakers learned from The Godfather and The Karate Kid that three is often too many? If it weren’t for the unexplainable demand for trilogies, we could have seen a coherent and succinct Matrix sequel.And why trilogies? Why not two-parters or quintrilogies? Or, here’s an idea: how about making a movie that tells a story without an arrogant writer believing that he or she has created yet another Tolkienesque universe. Making sequel after sequel of elaborate background and philosophical meandering does not make a work profound. Let the fanboys argue about a film’s meaning and quit trying to do the work for us.

Third: what the hell happened to atheists?

    These nuts are worse than the holy rollers nowadays. I’ve always expected some degree of evangelism in religious movies, though some lay it on thicker than others, but since when does atheism require propaganda? It’s a simple idea that everyone, even Mother Theresa, has thought of: what if there is no god?I’m not arguing either side’s position here because I don’t need to: the entire internet is already at it. Any mention of religion is met with pompous arguments regarding the foolishness of evangelical Christianity. Likewise, every mention of evolution or other so-called atheist dogma is countered with Christians screaming bible verses.

    In short, atheists are turning into everything I already dislike about organized religion. Everyone is fighting for a cause that won’t be resolved until the world ends. The crux in the argument is that every year that doesn’t end in the Rapture means that atheists are right, so even if it does happen, the atheists are correct until then. It’s Schrödinger’s Cat all over again, only we’re not arguing whether the cat is alive, but what happens to it if dead.

    And of all the groups to cast as villains, why the Catholic Church? It’s not like there’s a new Inquisition in the works. Even if the Church fired up the old confession mills, I doubt they’d be after atheists. Besides, if we really want to pigeon-hole Christianity as conspiratorially oppressing human thought, then wouldn’t evangelical Protestants make a more plausible threat? And if they’re looking for a really easy target, then why not do what every other filmmaker has done in the past and cast the villains as Nazis?

Obviously, we can’t expect anything original from movies at this point. We, the consumers, continue to gripe about remakes and formula-driven plotlines (see: this entire rant), but we aren’t doing anything about it.

Maybe we should go on strike. Forget the writers: they’re part of the problem, so I don’t think this current batch will be missed. I mean, has anyone really minded their absence over the past couple of weeks? Sure, I miss having new episodes of The Daily Show and The Colbert Report, but I hope Heroes, Lost and Grey’s Anatomy never come back.

But that’s just it: we can’t go completely on strike. We still need television and movies to get laid without talking to our dates. But we can follow through with a boycott of The Golden Compass and every other textbook genre flick and remake that Hollywood foists on us.

Postscript: I know, you’re thinking, “But Rick, Lord of the Rings wasn’t about children.” Yeah? Then what are hobbits? They’re afraid of wizards and adventure, believe they don’t matter much in the world, and will smoke and drink too much if given the chance. Plus, weren’t Frodo and Company extremely young compared to the other hobbits? Coupled with their crisp delivery of the Queen’s English, this makes even Tolkien’s creations part of the problem.