My Reactions to Miley Cyrus' VMA Performance: A Pictorial Facsimile

I may or may not write a longer blog post discussing the reservations and various visceral reactions I had with Miley's performance regarding her appropriation of black culture, her performance's objectification of black women, and the various touchy areas regarding her sexuality and "slut-shaming". It will depend on whether I can be asked to devote any more emotion, care, or even the basic ATP needed to fire my neurons to think about Miley Cyrus.

For now, these are reaction images that sum up my feelings. If you'd told me a couple days ago that I would be seeing Miley Cyrus gyrate in underwear on stage at the VMA's, I probably woulda been like:

WHARGARBL 3: GARBL WHAR With A Vengeance

It's been a while since I've done a WHARGARBL post, but I guess it's been a while since there's been a WHARGARBL on the internet so powerful and unjustified that I felt the need to address it. Until today. And I can hardly believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually ashamed of people on the internet right now.

I didn't think I could feel shame anymore for what people say or do on the internet...it's basically pointless. I mean, we're all at least conceptually aware of what Penny Arcade termed the Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory (G.I.F.T. for short). G.I.F.T. says that if you give a normal person anonymity and an audience, they turn into a cancerous fuckwad. It's why little boys on Xbox Live whose balls haven't even dropped feel confident in reminding me the number of times they've had prolonged sexual intercourse with various members of my family. It's practically a daily part of internet life. But a very special outbreak of butthurt and assholery is currently soaring through the internet today.

Epic Venting: My Thoughts on "Grown-Ups 2" Beating "Pacific Rim" At The Box Office

I'm going to make this short and sweet.

Grown-Ups 2 beat Pacific Rim at the box office. If you are a human, thinking, feeling agent...and you decided to see Adam Sandler Pads The Budget For Another Fartapalooza To Prop Up His Desperate Hack SNL Buddies' Drug Habits And Egos 2 instead of seeing literally the most fun I've had at the movies since I was a child, a product of love, a revolutionary and iconic piece of production design, not to mention the most heart I've seen in a blockbuster possibly in at least a decade, then the blood of cinema is on your hands. It will never go away.

You can wash, and you can wash, and you can make excuses. But they're shit. There are no excuses for Grown-Ups 2. Every summer, when another Lone Ranger or Jack And Jill 2: Christ Just Slit My Throat Already comes out, when another Transformers 2: Let's Set Back Some Civil Rights makes hundreds of millions at the box office, you will look at your hands and see the stains. They're brown, by now...blood does that when it dries. You'll use that to push it out of your mind...couldn't be blood! Blood's red, and this isn't the same color anymore. But it is blood. Every movie trip...every time Hollywood repackages a kids' cartoon or a 60's TV show; anytime they head to the Rights Graveyard and crack open the coffin of anything, fucking ANYTHING that they recognize, you will stare at your hands and see the rusty streaks from when you walked up behind cinema and stabbed it through the back, between the ribs. It tried to cry out, you see...but it can't. You collapsed its lung. And the blood, it just flowed and flowed and flowed...you didn't think a thing could bleed so much. But it could.

I guess what I'm saying is, Adam Sandler is a hack, and possibly a war criminal. Pacific Rim is tits. It's everything I ever wanted out of it and more...I smiled with an innocence, wonder, and giddiness I didn't know I still had. My screening was at 5:30 on a Sunday and the entire theater still cheered and applauded multiple times. It deserves your time and your money. Grown-Ups 2, if it were a person, would deserve a life-long and calamitous case of dysentery. The choice is clear.

Christian and Bruce In: The Advancing Case of Butthurt

“Advancing” having the disease-related meaning. See, I think Bruce Willis and Christian Bale both suffer from a similar career ailment.

I was dicking around on Youtube and happened upon the entire pilot of “Moonlighting”. Not to narc (WACHUN THINGS FO FREE IS WRANG), but for those of you who are unfamiliar, “Moonlighting” was the big break of Bruce Willis. What's shocking is that he doesn't play a beleaguered lone wolf cop, he doesn't play a cop who plays by his own rules, he doesn't even play a police officer who routinely disregards the procedures of his department. He plays a smarmy, charming private detective, who will mug at any opportunity and sounds like he walked out of His Girl Friday. And he's a god-damned revelation. He's hilarious, and you wonder what the hell happened to that side of him. I'll tell you: Hudson Hawk happened.

This Movie's Underrated: George Romero's "Day of the Dead"

Chances are that most of you have seen at least one type of zombie movie whether its tone tended towards actual horror, like 28 Days Later, comedy, like Shaun of the Dead, or ruining good things like World War Z. Given that variety, it's surprising that essentially the entire zombie genre as we know it today can be traced to one film: George Romero's Night of the Living Dead. This film established literally every rule about the modern conception of a zombie, as well as the modern conception of a zombie apocalypse: they shamble about, their heads are their only killing zone, they crave human flesh. Even the idea of a zombie as an exclusively undead creature (as opposed to voodoo zombies, which are basically brainwashed people) owes its existence to Night. Night's sequel, Dawn of the Dead, went even further, exploring the breakdown of society and government in the aftermath of a zombie outbreak, and codified basically all of the tropes you usually see in zombie apocalypse movies. Hence, it's easy to see why Night and Dawn are undisputed classics, even though the effects in Dawn have aged about as well as DOMA.

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Help Me I Don't Even What Is This: “Full Metal Jacket”

Memorial Day just came and went, and usually I watch war movies to celebrate. But specifically war movies that convey the idea that war is hell, even if it is sometimes justified. In past years I've watched “Paths of Glory”, “A Bridge Too Far”, and “Saving Private Ryan”, but this year I thought I'd pop in a war movie that's constantly referenced and considered a “classic” but that I hadn't seen yet, and that's Full Metal Jacket.

So do the prostitutes, as the movie makes abundantly clear.

Iron Man 3: The Last Alien

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