January 27, 2007

Honestly, if you haven't seen this remixed trailer for The Shining, you need to. Right now. Without it, your life is sadly devoid of humour. The upbeat feel-good song at the end is priceless... "Climbing up on Salisbury hill / I could see the city lights / my heart going boom boom boom / 'Son', he said 'I've come to take you home"

The Shining
, if you aren't a classic horror buff, is the creepy film version of Stephen King's original story. It stars Jack Nicholson as a writer with a serious block, his son and the mysterious 'friend' in his finger, and the now-iconic "RED RUM RED RUM" and "Heeeeere's Johnny!" scenes. But in this trailer, the tense horror is cleverly edited so that it looks like heart-warming comedy just chock-full of inspirational family values.

If you didn't find that funny, maybe the Titanic sequel is more your cup of tea. Anything that mocks Titanic is okay in my books.

YouTube. For the uber-geek in all of us.

January 25, 2007

The VampireNomad vs. Immigration

Round 5


And in other news...
Dude, Marky Mark is totally nominated for an Oscar! Feel the vibration!

January 23, 2007

I found it difficult to deal with the fact that my family was in pain and I wasn't there to help or hold them. Distance may make the heart grow fonder but it's still keeping me from them when they need me most, fond or not. I love them and I hate that they're hurting.

To cope, I sat outside in the sun this weekend and read. My other option was sitting indoors listening to Josh Groban songs with the curtains drawn. I love Josh but beautiful vocals on lilting harmonic songs don't exactly dry tears.

While outside avoiding Josh and, let's be honest, life, I learned something.

The Time Out critic who called this book "unputdownable" was not shitting me. I read it ages ago, loved it, forgot the precise details of why I loved it, got it again for my birthday, and just POWERED through it. ATE the fucker RIGHT UP! Unputdownable. Look it up in a dictionary you'll find a picture of L.A. Confidential. Brilliant.

James Ellroy once said of himself, "I am a master of fiction. I am also the greatest crime novelist who ever lived. I am to the crime novel in specific what Tolstoy is to the Russian novel and what Beethoven is to music." (New York Times Magazine, 5 November 2006). As Morticia Addams would say, "Not just pretty words."

Though, admittedly, not everyone's cup of tea. The movie was equally as brilliant but if you found the film complicated or offensive in any way, don't read the book. The movie is the simplified 'clean parts' version of the actual L.A. Confidential which reads like gunfire and leaves just as deep an impression.