Friday, February 29, 2008

Bye Pooch

Poochy, one of our dogs, died early Tuesday morning. Whatever the cause was, either heartworm or distemper, I don’t know. The veterinarian never called back with the result of the blood test and besides, it’s rather moot now. It was difficult watching him suffer and I don't dare imagine what he felt during those last twelve hours.

Sleep well, Pooch. You are missed.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Kill Fidel

I remember reading about this last year, probably when the author's book first came out (and I also remember seeing something like this at the Discovery channel), but in light of Fidel Castro stepping down as Cuba's Comandante, this article lists some assassination plots that the CIA cooked up to get rid of the bearded one. Gotta love the ones where the intended effect (or so they say) is for Castro to lose his beard. And the ones where the Mafia is involved echoes bits of James Ellroy's American Tabloid.

And with Castro gone--well, he probably won't exit the stage entirely--will the CIA dream up more schemes if his successor does not play nice? But then, they don't assassinate people anymore, do they?

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Akira Lives

Leonardo DiCaprio will produce a live-action version of Akira.

It'll probably be westernized so instead of Neo-Tokyo, the story will be set in, um, Neo-New York?

And instead of shouts of "Tetsuuooooo!" we'll have "Jaaaaaaacccccck!" or maybe, "Miiiiiike!" I dunno.

I liked the anime because it was visually gorgeous but wasn't really into the story. I thought it was nice to look at but the story was a bit off. It's hard to compress a thousand-page (at least) manga (which I've not read except for the last few issues of its Marvel/Epic reprint) into a 2-hour film and Katsuhiro Otomo tried admirably but fell short. But he more than made up for it in the visuals. He came up aces on that department.

So the two primary challenges that the producers will have to deal with are to find a writer (or writers) who can make sense of the story and make it comprehensible (or at least near-comprehensible; I'm not asking for much. Hehe.) and find a director who can match (or even exceed?) Otomo's vision. Heck, maybe they could even get Otomo himself to direct the film. With Otomo at the helm, at the very least we'll be treated to an amazingly designed (he does awesome cityscapes) Neo-Tokyo (or Neo-New York), great action sequences, and a grotesquely mutated and bloated Tetsuo (or Jack or Mike) threatening to engulf Neo-Tokyo (or Neo-New York). I'll be first in line on opening day if that happens.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

FreakAngels

The first installment of Warren Ellis' webcomic FreakAngels is up. It's free so go read.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Al Capone Sends His Love

Celebrating the day of hearts, prohibition-era Chicago style

"One February evening in North Chicago, seven well-dressed men were found riddled with bullets inside the S.M.C Cartage Co. garage. They had been lined up against a wall, with their backs to their executioners and shot to death. With the exception of Dr. Reinhardt H. Schwimmer these men were mobsters working under the leadership of gangster and bootlegger, "Bugs" Moran. Within a few seconds, while staring at a bare brick wall, these seven men had become a part of Valentine's Day history: the St. Valentine's Day Massacre."

And this article says that when the site of the massacre was demolished, an enterprising guy bought the bullet-riddled bricks and eventually sold them as macabre memorabilia. Most buyers returned the bricks, though, saying they are cursed.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Red Cliff

Directed by John Woo. Starring Tony Leung Chiu Wai, Takeshi Kaneshiro, and Zhao Wei.

What more do you need to know?

Friday, February 08, 2008

Sweeney Todd

Not really into musicals (can only count two I saw and really liked and they are Bob Fosse's All That Jazz and South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut. And should Life of Brian count? I mean, there was this song-and-a- bit-of-dancing-while-crucified number towards the end. Um… where was I?) Yeah, but a musical directed by Tim Burton and is about a serial killing barber is enough to draw me out and end my months-old moviegoing abstinence.

It was moody, it was gory, it was disturbing, it had depraved characters in it, it had songs with wonderful lyrics in it (I’ve half a mind to buy the soundtrack, actually), and it was glorious. Excellent performance from the actors, especially Johnny Depp. His Sweeney Todd is all intensity that one can't help but avert one's eyes slightly when Burton closes in on his glowering visage. One thing that rankled a bit was Sacha Baron Cohen’s singing. While his cameo was fun, his singing sounded like he was possessed by Adam Sandler’s Opera Man character during his Saturday Night Live days.

But the thing that really stuck with me from the film is Burton’s vision of Victorian era (or was it pre-Victorian?) London. Burton’s London is dreary, dirty, and bleak that it could easily drive one to depression. Or slit other people’s throats. But despite all that, despite that coat of dirt and dreariness and bleakness--or because of it--Burton’s London is beautiful. Like that old saying goes, it'll be a nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there. The city's duality was summed up during the opening minutes where Todd saw the city, as “a hole in the world like a great black pit, and it's filled with people who are filled of shit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it, and it goes by the name of 'London,'” which was a response to a young sailor’s fairly romantic and optimistic view of the city.

And the city perfectly mirrors the movie. For all its gore and gouts of blood and the pervading gloom that sticks with you even after you've left the theater, it is still something that one can't help but love. Just don't be surprised if it doesn't love you back.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

A.I. Suicides

"So what exacty does a web suicide note look like?" McKinstry wrote on January 20, 2006, a week after he posted to Singh's blog. "Exctly like this."

He was sitting in a café near his home in Santiago, pounding the keys on his Mac laptop. He posted the message on his blog and a slightly different version on a forum at Joel on Software, a popular geek hangout.

McKinstry's rant was florid and melodramatic. "This Luis Vuitton, Parada, Mont Blanc commercial universe is not for me," he wrote. He talked about his history of suicidal feelings and botched attempts, and he insisted that this time things would be different. "I am certain I will not survive the afternoon," he wrote. "I have already taken enough drugs that my alreadt weakened liver will shut down very soon and I am off to find a place to hide and die."


Wired article about two A.I. pioneers who committed suicide using eerily similar methods, roughly one month apart.

Friday, February 01, 2008

Airing Out

It's been a while since I've been here. Some music to blast away the stale air.

Iggy Pop + Sonic Youth + I Wanna Be Your Dog = Rakenrol!



Sonic Youth's one of the few acts I'd kill to see perform live and yeah, I missed out when they were here back in '95--or '96?-- on a triple bill with the Foo Fighters and Beastie Boys. Here they are performing Sugar Kane, their ode to Marilyn Monroe.



Purveyors of beautiful noise, they are.