Don’t look now, but the Fire Joe Morgan Plan For World Domination has officially entered Phase 2 with Alan Yang (Junior) landing a major movie deal. First the internet, then television, now movies, soon: Broadway!
“Fantastic Mr. Fox AKA Petey’s Song” by Jarvis Cocker
With apologies to Rex Sorgatz … Your favorite track for the next five minutes months: Jarvis Cocker singing “Petey’s Song” from Wes Anderson’s delightful Fantastic Mr. Fox.
Bruce Handy, a New York Times book review contributor who apparently thinks the opinions of a “couple dozen friends” is more indicative of whether children “actually like” Where the Wild Things Are than the fact that the book has sold 19 million copies over the course of 46 years.
Memo to the media: Being innumerate isn’t the same as thinking outside the box. And while I’m certain the author would defend this article’s thesis with something like a shrug and wink, it’s writing like this — writing that blithely dismisses the overwhelming evidence in favor of a pet idea that’s only supported by blind quotes from three friends and your meaningless personal experience — that supports my belief that the Fourth Estate is mostly made up of people who took Physics for Poets in college.
This is change I can believe in. [H/T: Fimoculous.]
He might not drink Dos Equis, but aside from Richard Jay Potash, Werner Herzog is indisputably the most interesting man on the planet.
From the official website of Werner Herzog’s brand new “anti-film school”:
The Rogue Film School is not for the faint-hearted; it is for those who have traveled on foot, who have worked as bouncers in sex clubs or as wardens in a lunatic asylum, for those who are willing to learn about lock-picking or forging shooting permits in countries not favoring their projects. In short: it is for those who have a sense for poetry. For those who are pilgrims. For those who can tell a story to four-year-old children and hold their attention. For those who have a fire burning within. For those who have a dream.
It’s forward-thinking organizations like the San Francisco Giants that understand one secret advantage of signing a 16-year-old from the Dominican Republic is if he kills someone, he’ll still be in his mid-30s when he gets out from prison.
Given the verse-chorus-verse similarity, this mashup is so painfully obvious that I’m not sure why it took a decade to think of it: Blurvana.
Of all the inside-Hollywood lingo there is, the phrase I wish I knew most was the word talk-show hosts use with each other to describe the experience of having Robin Williams on their show. Depressi-mortifi-grating?
