June 24, 2009

Gag us with a Hummer (if you've got one)

Your Projectionist is sorry he ever leased a 2007 Chevrolet Cobalt, especially as the soap opera saga of General Motors Corporation continues to unfold — especially as GM is now more or less in the hands of the United States Government.

And some very clever minds have decided GM needed a reality check, and have unleashed a whole website about GM Retardation.

Perhaps Warner Bros. would like to include the following in a 20th anniversary video re–release of Michael Moore's Roger & Me? It'd be a perfect fit:

©2009 Government Motors Corporation.

Your Projectionist is now planning a savings plan so he can… move to a major city where mass transit rules. So there.

June 18, 2009

Music Time: Break of Reality

Out of Rochester, New York comes the cello–driven band Break of Reality with their version of the metal band Metallica's "The Day That Never Comes."

Yes, we said, cello–driven:

©2009 Break of Reality.

Spectrum of the Sky is the ensemble's latest release. Be sure to check their website for tour dates (and see if they will be landing in your neck of the woods).

Music Time: The Bran Flakes

Just because... here are The Bran Flakes with "Fifty Four Fifty," off their recent Illegal Art release I Have Hands (and animated by member Mildred Pitt):

Heck, why stop there, when you can have some salad with your taco?

Both videos 2009 The Bran Flakes.

"O.K., you can move on now."

June 17, 2009

Coming Attractions: Rebirth of a Nation

New York City's Museum of Modern Art is preparing for several evenings of exorcised ghosts of cinematic racism, as mashed up by DJ Spooky, That Subliminal Kid (a/k/a Paul D. Miller) — Monday through Sunday, June 22nd–28th.

Have a taste of his Rebirth of a Nation:

Courtesy Starz Entertainment and Museum of Modern Art, New York City.

D.W. Griffith, your film will never been seen the same way again. Thank the goddess.

Air This: "Milk?"

Breakthough cuts through the ad clutter with something very thoughtful:

©2009 Breakthrough.

Message to media outlets in the States: Air. It.

June 14, 2009

Coming Attractions: A word from Michael Moore

Watch out… Michael Moore is back:

Courtesy Overture Films / Paramount Vantage / Dog Eat Dog Films.

Don't say you weren't warned.

Here's to you, Mr. Gowariker (and Mr. Screwvala)

Just saw that Ashutosh Gowariker's epic drama Jodhaa Akbar won big at the IIFA Awards — ten of them, in fact. They include Best Picture, Best Director (bravo, Mr. Gowariker), Best Actor (Hrithik Roshan), and best music director (the one and only A.R. Rahman, who also got a "composer of the decade" trophy).

Not to be outdone, Madhur Bhandarkar's deliciously decadent supermodel drama Fashion got two tropies to crow about: best actress (Priyanka Chopra) and best supporting actress (Kangana Ranaut, whose portrayal of a model in death spiral was a big surprise to your Projectionist).

I'm also happy to see filmmaker Neeraj Pandey get a best story honor for his exceptional effort, A Wednesday!, which, like the others, I had to wait to see on disc.

All three films' wins are a very effective tribute to Ronnie Screwvala, the big producer at India's media powerhouse UTV. He not only saw to it that all three films (plus Mumbai Mere Jaan, Dev D, and countless more) got made, but that they also got made with the highest production values of any Bollywood company right now. As such, UTV is setting the standards for everybody else — not just on the technics but also on the content level as well. The result is a new wave of Indian commercial cinema that Westerners can enjoy without feeling embarrassed.

Jerry Bruckheimer, who favors slickness over substance, needs to watch Mr. Screwvala closely. He might actually learn something. Like how to make real movies, maybe?

BollywoodWorld.com has a rundown of the winners.

June 8, 2009

It's a deal — and it's about time

Well, this is a big relief for marsala movie addicts, your Projectionist included.

BollywoodWorld (which got a nice makeover) and Screen report that producers in Mumbai and India's national multiplex chains (gasp!) actually reached a deal.

The BBC break it down easy for you, and here is an advance look at what's on the horizon.

That said, Screen also notes that a release date clash could still induce a headache or two all around.

My choice to see in a theatre is Yash Raj Films' New York, about three friends whose ties are ruptured by the events of 11 September 2001. It drops on June 26th.

I can't embed the trailer (the studios really need to understand why sharing is a good thing), but you can stream it on BollywoodWorld or on the YRF website. (If you want to see the trailer in the highest possible quality, you will find it front–loaded on the first disc of the DVD release of last year's Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi.)

The trailer looks very promising. Hopefully this one will deliver.

Allegeance to a flag — or a cross?

The more your Projectionist hears U.S. conservatives (and neo–cons), the more he wonders if this is where he belongs, or if he needs to expatriate in the not–too–distant future.

Case in point: The attached video is a fragment from Rediscovering God in America (read: United States of America), an epic–length (three hours) presentation by Newt Gingrich, Mike Huckabee, and Oliver North, three conservative politicos on a "mission," one might say. Basically it was reportedly an excuse to whine yet again about the “continuing availability of abortion, the spread of gay rights, and attempts to remove religion from American public life and school history books.”

But here's the comment that made your Projectionist wonder who wants to be in charge of the lot of us. Quoth the Newt:

I am not a citizen of the world. I am a citizen of the United States because only in the United States does citizenship start with our creator… I think this is one of the most critical moments in American history. We are living in a period where we are surrounded by paganism.

(Gee, does that mean I'm in trouble for learning Esperanto?)

But wait, he's not quite done:

Say… anyone got a one–way ticket to, say, Paris or Mumbai?