I saw the first of the Urban Menace films last night. Snoop Dogg, Ice-T, Fat Joe and some guy I'm wholly ignorant of named Big Pun. I presume Big Pun's a rapper though I can't imagine him being a very good one; he spoke like he had a three-pound tongue rolling around his mouth.

Anyway, it was as awesome as it sounds despite being simultaneously over-plotted and under-plotted. Then I continued the bad movie night into my subconscious, with a dream based loosely on the events of Alone in the Dark.

mr. flea and Casper saw Curious George this weekend. Apparently an ideal movie for two-year-olds, since George basically is one. mr. flea thought it was cute, too, but he may have just been enjoying going to the movies with his daughter.

I just watched Godard's Weekend, and I finally understand why Parisians occasionally used to riot in movie theaters and burn them down.

Not that I felt like doing that myself. In fact, I thought the movie was more brilliant than it was provocative, but man, I certainly felt provoked.

Best. Traffic jam. Evah.

Big Pun actually died a few years ago, but he was pretty popular before (and after, honestly) that.

He wasn't a player; he just crushed a lot.

Oh, forgot to mention that I saw a trailer for Pulse at some movie I went to recently. This should be a fun viewing experience, what with me silently telling the onscreen ghosts where to find Ian Somerhalder's character as he hides from them.

I heard this song in a movie theatre, on the radio show that plays before the film, and sought it out...and I still have no idea what the fuck the Bumblemen are supposed to be.

If anyone can explain them to me, I'd be most grateful.

And to bring it more on-topic, I saw Art School Confidential (the new Clowes/Zwigoff film) a couple of nights ago. It was...okay. It starts off really strong, and about halfway through takes an odd turn. I won't call it a wrong turn, but it goes in a direction I'd hoped it would avoid, and I actively disliked their choice of ending. So worth seeing, but deeply flawed, IMO.

Ahh, MovieTunes. The thorn in the side of so many theatre employees.

I've listened to it all month, and I have no clue what the Bumblemen are. But they have a ringtone, I guess that's what counts?

Best. Traffic jam. Evah.

Seriously. And the way that it starts with random, albeit somewhat believable, violence and the long, bored, absurd description of a threesome and degenerates into the complete breakdown of society was just brilliant. When Godard got around to the on-screen animal slaughter and cannibalism, I was slack-jawed with disbelief. Heck, I still am. This was the flip side of the silly, reckless youth culture of Breathless and Band of Outsiders.

I've been looking forward to Art School Confidential, which is one of my favorite Clowes cartoons, and sorry to hear that it's less than it could be.

Seriously. And the way that it starts with random, albeit somewhat believable, violence and the long, bored, absurd description of a threesome and degenerates into the complete breakdown of society was just brilliant. When Godard got around to the on-screen animal slaughter and cannibalism, I was slack-jawed with disbelief. Heck, I still am. This was the flip side of the silly, reckless youth culture of Breathless and Band of Outsiders.

There's a lot of stuff that I don't think works, or is interminable (the garbage truck scene; the literary characters, apart from the flaming sendoff; that damn piano), but there's so much stuff that is both funny and horrific. People getting homicidal over fender benders and ruined hand bags, for example. Not a "fun" movie by any stretch, but there are laughs of the bone dry and stunned disbelieving variety.

Also, wonderfully sick closing line.