I went to apply for a foreign work visa this morning and when the attendant asked what country I planned on taking up residence in, I said “whatever country that was in that video where baby monkeys ride around on miniature pigs.” I still haven’t heard back from them.
Certainly the best video I’ve seen since I woke up half an hour ago.
This is a screenshot from the promo for the forthcoming The Social Network, apparently showing a real page from the website for “The Eliot House,” a residence for upperclassmen at Harvard. And if you go to that URL shown on screen, it does take you to Eliot House’s site - but to a dead page.
Also, the film starts in fall 2003, but Mozilla didn’t release Firefox 1.0 until Nov. 2004, so hmmm…
Still - sticklers for detail, these filmmakers seem to be. I’d expect nothing less from Aaron Sorkin.
“The Eliot House”
I have trouble buying clothes. Mostly because I have a body type like this. For years, whenever anyone suggested I try shopping at Old Navy, I would always dismiss it, calling the store “Clothes For Fat People.” Their stuff was always too wide, baggy, or whatever. Overall, I just felt like they were putting the Small tags on Medium shirts and so on and so forth in order to make people feel better about themselves.
Now I have proof that I was right.
“We do not desperately need another actor, but Joaquin is imprisoned within his illness, and he desperately needs to get well. If he wants a career as a singer — well, why not country music? In “Walk the Line” he proved he has a talent for it. In “I’m Still Here” all he proves is that he is hurtling toward the same pointless oblivion that killed his brother River. It is a waste of the privilege of life.” - Roger Ebert’s review of I’m Still Here
So now that it’s past 8 PM PST, I’m allowed to talk about this movie. See it. It’s the best type of trainwreck to come around in a long time. It’s so good.
You know what the best part of this movie is? It’s the faces, the reactions that people have to however Phoenix behaves. Letterman’s face during that infamous interview, Diddy’s face when Phoenix plays him a song with a refrain that says “Compli-fuckin’-cation” over and over, Mos Def’s face when Phoenix describes what he wants to do as a “hip-hop ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’.”
I don’t know if the film is a hoax and it’s never definitively answered. Parts of it certainly could be read as such. The fact is that it doesn’t matter. Joaquin Phoenix definitely (literally) gets shit upon, he definitely mumbles his way through Letterman, and he definitely has a De-Niro-in-Raging-Bull-style weight gain. The way I’d describe it is that even if everything isn’t “real,” everything definitely happened.
See this movie.
best episode
This is probably my favorite episode. “You know, they call ‘em fingers, but I’ve never seen ‘em fing. Oh wait, there they go.”
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"Do you think for a fly, wings are strictly a mode of transport?"