• Rob Ford: 'Who do you trust?' [ Toronto Star ]
• Mayoral candidate Sarah Thompson faced assault charge in 1999 [ Toronto Star ]
• Rob Ford no stranger to controversy [ Toronto Star ]
• 'Go ahead take me to jail,' Rob Ford told police [ Toronto Star ]
• Hume: Rob Ford is campaigns main attraction and sideshow all in one [ Toronto Star ]
• Rob Ford's blind spots [ Toronto Star ]
• Ford's drunk driving charge could steer his campaign into the ditch [ Globe & Mail ]
• Rob Ford and the ding of truth [ Globe & Mail ]
• De-amalgamation, sort of [ Toronto Sun ]
• Smitherman admits he had addiction problem [ Toronto Sun ]
That last one seems like it just snuck in there.
congratulations world-cup-horn-blowing manfriends whose boobs are unsuspectingly exposed by Justin Timberlake [or whomever]
Also now in the OED: 'chillax', 'buzzkill' and 'defriend'.
Questionable, OED, questionable.
Pump it up, NASA! Stephen Hawking says the human race has no chance of survival except by propelling itself into space, and STEPHEN HAWKING IS ALWAYS RIGHT.
Y&R out of Germany ups the ante in this violently unnerving spot that decries the huge number of women who apparently fall down the stairs every single day.
As the opening credits rolled, I started wondering about Director, Julie Taymor, who made one of my favourite films ever after Titus - Frida - but then followed it up with the sentimental Beatles tributary/love story crowd-pleaser that made me think she'd gone a bit soft - Across the Universe - still, great film, but not much to hope for in the way of a bloody good time after that trajectory, and no signs of life since with just two films in over a decade.
I was thinking, 'hmmm, hey, Julie Taymor when are you going to make another killer Bard-eriffic Shakespeare adaptation'?
Well guess what?
Spotted today on her imdb page, with Helen Mirren (!), Djimon Hounsou (!), Alfred Molina (!) and Russell Brand (?).
Opens December. I'll probably see it twice.
She looked like an aging cracked-plastic version of a horny 60s housewife in a gaudy baby blue dress scooped way too low like a heaving sling under a stretched leathery décolletage.
"...and blah blah, and Nick was like this, and Nick was like that, blah blah..."
The really interesting thing was the way her wacky ping pong separate-direction eyeballs and every prematurely-deep wrinkle showing through the pancake all seemed to totally confirm her story - a skin-writ history of late nights doing GOD KNOWS WHAT crazy groupie shit with Nick Cave and his entourage.
Anyway, my point is, Nick Cave is kinda scary-awesome and it'd probably be really cool to hang out with him, except there's likely a point-of-no-return where you'd get hypnotized and the scary-crazy would take over you FOREVER.
Case in point: wtf is happening in this video for Grinderman? It's like Diane Arbus and the first Highlander film puked up and someone made a low-budget 50s drive-in horror with the mess.
My head's going to explode, can someone please let me know what's happening here?
Is this is work of a talented designer with too much time on his/her hands, or can I really have venison confit-flavoured survival drink [ladies' choice]?
Brent Brambury hosted his last GO! broadcast on CBC Radio, June 22, and I'm sad to see this bit of Saturday morning hilarity and delight pass into the archives of radio history. Over the years tons of my friends and acquaintances have special-guest-starred on the show, and in the last year of broadcast my close friend Nana became GO's eponymous 'Contest Girl' (Contest Nana, actually).
Time for favourite moments.
See ya, GO!
Sometimes I love them more than the actual movie.
Case in point: the first ten minutes of 2004's Dawn of the Dead remake, which wrap up with KILLER titles set to Johnny Cash's 'when the man comes around', were basically better than any full feature-lengther that year (and also a prelude to the awesomer highlights to come from Director Zack Snyder's oeuvre).
Check 'em out here.
But today I'm in love with How to Make it in America. It's like if Terry Richardson went back in time and shot docu-style motion with Philip-Lorca diCorcia in the early 80s with Scorsese aspirations. Except it's so very now.