Saturday, September 19, 2009

The Wind in My Eye

LOST has a new ARG (Alternate Reality Game, for the uninitiated), and it's a weird one...

Each week or so, a new piece of art is revealed online, and available to buy, but the location of the website (its web address) is doled out through real-world clues and locations. It's kinda neat. Here are two of the very best (and subsequently very sold out) pieces of art:



You can find out more here:

Damon, Carlton and A Polar Bear

Friday, September 18, 2009

Idiot Control Now

I'm starting to not like watching movies.

Shocker, right? Here I am, a self-proclaimed film buff/lover/sycophant and I've suddenly lost my passion. It's sad, I know. About as sad as a clown losing his funny, or a lumberjack developing a chainsaw allergy.

I scroll my Netflix queues, and I find nothing that interests me. I know of three or four movies I'd like to see in theatres, but I'm too cheap to buy a ticket.

Movies have become disappointments. The critical darlings end up being too boring, obscure or inaccessible, and ultimately bring me down. The blockbusters get me going, but they're like a sugar rush: all energy, no nutrition. Occasionally (read: Rarely) I find a happy medium-- The Dark Knight, for instance, a film that floored me once and still floors me today. I continue to admire its pacing, its bravado, its audacity, and its depth. Rarely does something that pulpy become something that profound.

But most films are disappointments. Not in the "Oh, that wasn't what I expected" sort of way, but more in the "Oh, it's over, so now what" kind of way... I sense a deeper issue at hand, but let's not delve into that right now. Most of the time, I sense the futility of filmmaking when I watch a film. I see it as the short-lived box office success it will be, the millions of dollars on DVD it'll make, and the countless ads on TNT when it airs. Soon, any film I want to see will be reduced to something as common as reruns of Friends or Sex and the City. Ten years from now it'll be Bargain Bin fodder at Walmart and Blockbuster. So, why care? Why make the effort anymore?

I actually don't have an answer to that. You could flog reason after reason why movies are awesome my way, but believe me, I'm aware of them, so save your fingers the typing time and write something else. I'm just kinda pissed off. I'm tired of feeling this way about film. I'm tired of trying to find something that will enrich me AND entertain me, but that seems to be so impossible to find. Old movies, new movies, what have you. I feel like I've exhausted what's "Good" and all that's left is "Just Okay" or "Not a Chance". Or winners of the Palme d'Or...

The only solace I find is in television, where the game changes weekly, and the thrills are seemingly never ending. New shows every fall and returning shows refreshed with re-invigorated storylines and characters; a fresh start on familiar ground. It's exciting, and it's alive. I want to feel this for film again. I want to feel like cinema is this growing entity that is constantly getting better, as opposed to constantly proving me right. I don't feel like that. All I see is retread after retread, and all I feel is mixed emotions and loads of disappointment.

All in all, it sucks.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Sting, Debbie Reynolds and God...


This picture actually occured on my brother's Facebook Friends Suggestions page... Amazing...

Casen Face

- I'm writing this post from my email. I've been curious about this little feature for some time now, so here it is. I don't know about formatting, so this may look funky.

- My keyboard's been funky too. It was attacked by my nephew, and the spacebar got cracked (yo!). It now has a nice, hairline boo-boo going down the middle. It still works, but it makes a weird noise when I hit it. Also, and far more unexplainable, is my "j" key has become super duper sensitive. I touch it, barely, like this -- jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj -- and it just goes crazyjjjjjjjjjj. I noticed this yesterday when I was trying to type an email, and I kept typing superfluous j's everywhere... It confused me, and I jjjjjjjjjjjjj -- see! I just rested for like two seconds, on the the keys with the little nubbins on them, and it typed crazy j's! WHA!?!? Annoying.

- I've been playing more and more video games lately. Pathetic. I often convince myself that whenever I become addicted to anything, that Helen Mirren is also addicted to it. I can't help but think that she's not at all above those kind of things. Meryl Streep too. Is that weird?

- My over-a-year-in-the-works short film finally showed up in Provo this last week. It didn't go as well as I'd hoped. What did I learn? I'm not a sound mixer. That's all.

- Project Runway and Flipping Out are back on TV. Yeah, judge me all you want, but I can't resist those shows. They're among the three reality shows I watch (and I don't count anything on Food Network as reality), so don't get all feisty. Flipping Out is like a bad yet watchable sitcom, and Project Runway is like watching art students forced to make really cool art in 24 hours. Mad Men is also back. So all in all, pretty perfect, TV-wise.

- I had Kneaders in Utah, and it made me miss Provo food... Which trumps San Diego food, by the way. By far. It's probably the second thing I miss about Provo, the first thing being my friends and family. Sandwiches... *Drool*...

- This post is disappointing. I'm disappointed in it. My apologies.