Tuesday, September 29, 2009

*New* New Moon Posters

Yahoo! Movies has recently released three new New Moon posters. They are all themed; one for Bella and the Cullens, one for Jacob and the wolf pack and one for the Volturi. Check them out below:






I have to say, these are pretty cheese-tastic. I don't really think they could have spread more cheese over these posters if they had that big block of Cheez-It cheese from those commercials. What do you think? Too much cheese or just cheesy enough?

Thanks to HGE for the pictures.

Monday, September 28, 2009

A Bit o' News

Howdy kind readers. I just wanted to pop in and let you know that I have recently been hired to write for Examiner.com. I'll basically be rambling about the same things I do on here, just in a more professional manner. Which of course is code for "less fun". I'll try my best to continue posting here as well, but my posting output is definitely going to take a hit. If you end up missing me terribly, just head over to my page, Atlanta Drama Movies and TV Examiner, to get your movie and TV fix, a la moi.

And I just want you to know...you'll always be my favorite. If you are feeling slightly betrayed, just watch this video and you'll feel loads better. I promise.






Friday, September 25, 2009

Supernatural & The Vampire Diaries

Hello Evil, it's me Lauren.

One quick question, if you have the time to spare. I know your schedule is pretty busy on Thursday nights, so you're probably sleeping in right now but if I could just have a second of your time...

Evil, why do you get all the crazy awesome people? Honestly. Why does Good get all the boring, brooding tool-belts and you get all the delightfully stirring, wickedly amusing recruits? I know Lucifer is bad and all, but when you put him in that totally yummy Mark Pellegrino suit, I just can't help but be tempted to the Dark Side. That's not to say I don't still swoon over my two favorite demon-hunters and their trusty angel sidekick - there is Much Ado About Swooning during the 9 o'clock hour on Thursday nights - but even our good guys are now walking the thin(ning) line between Good and Evil. Watching them slap around a bunch of oafish angels is almost more fun than watching them kick demon butt up and down the US of A for four years. As for Good, if Stefan was any more of an sulking, brooding, Angel wannabe, Paul Wesley will have to start referring to himself as Boreanaz, David. His whole "I Want to Drink Your Blood But I Don't Want to Hurt You Because I'm Like a Cuddly Vampire Puppy Dog" conflict is so very obvious and so "been there, seen that a million times already". But Damon, though he too reflects a certain bleach-blonde Buffy alum, has such deliciously complex potential - with just the right amount of evil BA-ness and charming playfulness - there's just no contest between the two. Sure, Damon enjoys to eat people every now and then and as someone who considers herself pretty Pro-Good, I shouldn't really be into that, but at least he's got some charisma, some depth to him. And what about Sam? I'm already dreaming of the good old days when Sam would celebrate a hard day's work of demon smack-down with his own version of demon smacking, nay, snacking down. You catch my drift? With the topsey-turvy world of Sam and Dean forcing them now to fight against the forces of good, therefore knocking them out of that category altogether (capturing an Arch Angel? Really Dean? That is sooooo bad), I'm thinking your side, Evil, is looking pretty good right about now.

So, when's your next meet and greet? And if I swear to join your side, do you think you could introduce me to Ian Somerhalder?

Best Wish With All Your Evil Endeavors,
Lauren


Thursday, September 24, 2009

Gleefully Loving Glee

After last night's episode of Glee, I was kindly reminded by the VO (industry speak for voice-over) guy that if I felt so inclined, I could stop by iTunes and throw away some of my hard-earned money on the songs performed on the show. Well, Mr. VO Guy, I AM so inclined to throw away some of my hard-earned cash on those catchy and brilliant renditions of popular pop songs, thank you very much. My pick of choice: Take a Bow, sung by Lea Michele. Not only is the singing absolutely heart-stopping, but the whole scene almost brought me to girly-tears even though I hardly know these characters and my dear readers - that is what you call great writing. If you haven't seen it yet, check it out below. It'll make you feel like a teenage girl all over again - even if you were once a teenage boy.



What about you? What Glee songs are you spending your cash on?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

New Moon Set Pics

For those of you who just can't get enough of steamy jail-bait Taylor Lautner and oddly gorgeous Rob Pattinson (though in my opinion, Rob is beginning to sound a little bit like an over-played song on the radio), you'll be pleased to check out these 40 new pictures from the set of New Moon. They are actually pretty cool and I have to admit my blood pressure did rise a bit when I came across the shirtless Lautner pictures. Between him and Zac Efron, I've been feeling mighty pervy lately. Robbing the cradle, indeed.

They are a bit spoiler-ish, so click here to see the rest AT YOUR OWN RISK. Thanks to HGE for the link.



Monday, September 21, 2009

Song of the Day

I know it's been awhile since I've posted anything "of the Day", but in an effort to mentally fight off the depression that this weather is slowly forcing upon me (and poor Corrie), I thought a nice love song might be just the thing to win the day against this horrible, dreary rain. That, and I also came across the song while my iPod was on shuffle and I suddenly remembered how much I love the Plain White T's. I love discovering old songs that you totally forgot you loved once upon a time. It's the best part about the Shuffle option.

For those of you in the Lost City of Atlanta, I hope this cheers you up. It's not exactly an upbeat song, but it's the thought that makes me happy...


NPH Is a God



As everyone else here in Georgia searches their cluttered and spider-infested garages for their inflatable baby-pools and large floaties in order to paddle their way to work this morning, I've decided to report on a more significant event that occurred last night (no, not football - it's like you don't know me at all!), seeing as I made it safely to work without being swept away by the Great Flood.

The event I am referring to is of course the Emmys, hosted by the one and only, Dr. Horrible himself, Neil Patrick Harris. As predicted by yours truly, NPH caused an otherwise dull and lifeless ceremony to sparkle and shine like a newly polished golden statuette of some chick holding a globe-like object (what is that thing anyway?). Despite the fact that everyone from last year won again this year, causing me to distinctly dislike 30 Rock and Mad Men, just on principle alone, we still had Neil. And he's worth tens of thousands of disappointing Emmy wins. His opening number was almost, almost worth the snub that the Emmys gave Battlestar Galactica. And in an unexpected and thrilling turn of events, we even got a bad-ass Dr. Horrible "interruption" of the show, which upon Captain Hammer (my dear Nathan Fillion) jumping into the frame, fists flying as usual, brought about far-too-loud squees! from Katie and I. I fear we might have woken the neighbors with our vociferous love of everything Dr. Horrible. I wanted to jump into the television and pridefully clap Jon Stewart on the back when he finally told Neil what everyone else was thinking: that he was doing a damn good job of hosting.

Highlights:

On the Red Carpet - Everyone How I Met Your Mother. I couldn't adore Jason Segal anymore than I already do and seeing Alyson Hannigan up and about after having her and Alexis' baby girl was a great treat. She looked absolutely stunning. I also enjoyed reading her tweets as the night went on.

Also, Best Dress goes to Anna Torv, who rocked a gorgeous and totally unique gown for the night. We loved it mostly because it wasn't like any other actress' dress (it wasn't that silly mermaid cut and it actually had sleeves!) and besides, she looks smokin' in that red.



Dr. Horrible's hijacking. By far the very best part of the night. I was so bummed about not getting the once hinted-at performance by the cast... but this stunt completely made up for it. Joss+NPH+Nathan Fillion = comedy and musical gold. Throwing in anything Dr. Horrible to any show on television can only make it ten times better - but that goes double for an awards show. I tip my hat to you, Emmy planning people.

NPH's opening number. Exactly what I expected; total brilliance. I honestly believe this man can do no wrong. It's like all the love and happiness and talent in the world converged into one fine-looking human male and now we have Neil Patrick Harris to lighten up our dull work hours with a certain lovable evil doctor and to spice up our otherwise dull award show Sunday with enthusiastic song and dance.

I love that Michael Emerson won for Best Supporting Role for Lost and that Kristin Chenoweth won for Best Supporting Role for Pushing Daisies. It was such a great honor for the show, which was cancelled way before its time.

So, did you like the ceremony? Did NPH deliver, in your opinion? Don't worry, I'll probably not hunt you down and hurt you horribly if you say "no"...

Monday, September 14, 2009

New Moon Trailer

I promised myself I wouldn't get excited about this film. I got extremely excited about Twilight when I saw the trailer and I was severely disappointed with the movie. So I promised myself I wouldn't walk into New Moon with high expectations. I would just enjoy it for what it ended up being - total crap or Chris Weitz awesomeness. But seriously - this trailer is the SHIT. It's going to be REALLY difficult to keep my Totally Psyched levels down for the November release. Check it out:




Way more Edward in this trailer than the last one. Not that I care. I am so over Robert Pattinson...well...kinda. Hehe.

Thanks to HGE for the trailer. Mine's a little cut-off, so follow the link for the full window.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Dragon*Con 2009



Here's the truth about any Con, whether it be Comic-Con, Dragon*Con, or even, yes, TwiCon: attending one is strangely similar to attending a family reunion. It's like coming home; there's no need to impress anyone (unless you're posing for pictures that will be around for awhile), just a pressing desire to take the small bit of time you have and enjoy just being yourself, for once. You don't have to be afraid to let your Geek Flag fly - your family has no choice but to love you anyway. The same goes for the Conies (not to be confused with Carnies). You walk in a room and you instantly know you're among family. These people feel you, they're on your level, on your same page. You can be yourself around them and there's not an ounce of judgement coming your way, cause let's face it, you're probably the sanest one in the room. That's not to say that you get along with all of them. Akin to a family reunion, there's always that one person who is not on your level, not on your page. When Uncle Bob leeringly inquires whether you've been working out lately, it's just about as creepy as that one Conie who approaches you while you're waiting for your Marta train and comments on how nice your teeth are. But besides good ol' Uncle Bob, it's always nice to see the family; to be among your own kind. Still, however nice it is, you can probably only take a couple days of it (I know I can only stand a couple hours at a time with my family), then it's time to rejoin the real world. But it was fun, and rather interesting, while it lasted...
I had a full, four-day pass to Dragon*Con this year... and absolutely no one to go with. Every single one of my friends (and family) flaked out on me at the last moment. This didn't necessarily turn out to be a bad thing. When you're attempting to traverse through a room packed full with hundreds of Con-goers, most in costume (I can't tell you how many times some dude's sword poked me - *There's your dirty-minded material for day...You're welcome), it's best travelled alone. On Friday, I went to pick up my badge and spent a couple hours walking around, buying a couple comics and having dinner with a friend that was working security.



As always, my most pressing stop was the Walk of Fame, where all the actors and panelists sign autographs. Now, you have to pay for an autograph, which to me is really like paying for the privilege of meeting a favorite actor. I could really care less about the actual autograph. Last year, I had money for one (the disastrous meeting with Nathan Fillion) and the same went for this year. True to form, I stalked around, searching for my newest sci-fi crush, Michael Trucco. He was sitting among the other Battlestar Galactica alum, all of whom I was immensely excited to see. His line was very short, only a couple people were in front of me, which was good considering my nerves were at their breaking point. With legs made of jello and a heart beating far too fast and hard to be healthy, I met Michael Trucco. Even cuter in person, he was an absolute doll. He immediately broke the tension by laughing about my confusion as to where I put my money (his girl helper wasn't very helpful at all) and laughing even harder when I received my $5 change ("And there, you get that back..."). I bravely thrust my hand towards him and introduced myself as he shook it. I was already doing better than I did with Fillion. I told him that I had just recently finished Battlestar and how great it was and we entered into a conversation about people trying to avoid spoilers and such - he leaned back in his chair, with his beautiful arms crossed, like he was just chilling at home with a friend. I realized I hadn't picked a picture for him to sign yet, so I embarrassingly scanned the piles and chose one. I can't imagine what it must be like for the actors, sitting there and waiting while their fans choose a picture of them that they liked. It felt very awkward. I couldn't think of anything to say while he signed the picture (later I thought about a ton of things to talk about) and he handed it over and I told him, "Thanks, it was nice to meet you", and walked away with legs now like marshmallow. All my energy and cool (the little that I had) now sapped, I headed home with my XOXO signed photo of Sam Anders.



Since I spent most of my time at Comic-Con waiting in lines for panels and little to none exploring the exhibition halls, I promised myself I would do the opposite during Dragon*Con. The only panel I attended was an 11:30am Battlestar Galactica panel on Saturday morning. I got there far too early, but was rewarded with a seat in the first 5 rows in front of the stage. It was a great panel, including Michael Hogan, Michael Trucco, Kate Vernon, Mary McDonnell, Luciana Carro and Alessandro Juliani - with a surprise guest, Aaron Douglas. Mary McDonnell was like a giggling schoolgirl, she opened the panel with "Hey y'all. I love Georgia!", in a deep southern accent. She was by far the most interesting and active panelist - always cracking jokes and laughing. She was also the smartest person in the room. Michael Hogan and Kate Vernon jokingly argued like a married couple about Tigh's affair with Caprica 6 and Michael Trucco avoided the mic as much as possible. Everyone else was great. I felt like the biggest geek in the world when, as they got up to leave, Michael Hogan (in his booming, unique Col Tigh voice) yelled, "SO SAY WE ALL!" to the whole room and we all obligingly called in answer, "SO SAY WE ALL"! There is really no going back for me. *sigh* If men don't start listening to this, I'm doomed to be the old lady who lives with her cats and who watches reruns of Firefly every night.






After spending two days alone around the Con, I was ready for some company. Luckily, I had some friends that didn't tend towards flaking out. I met them (Eric & Emily) around midday on Sunday and we spent the next 10 hours walking around the exhibition halls, seeking out food, taking pictures, learning about Steam Punk and drinking buckets of rum. They had never been to a Con before, so I enjoyed showing them around and just having some friends to enjoy the experience with. We met up with several of their friends, most in costume, and relaxed by people watching on the Hyatt patio. As 11pm rolled around, and if it's possible, the Con got even more crowded, I was seriously fading and we finally headed back via Marta (where we met the Uncle Bob of the convention). I decided I didn't contain one tablespoon of nerd pride left in me and took Monday to recover from geek-overload instead of attending the last day of the Con.





All I can say is - my body and sanity are very happy to hear that they don't have to go through that again for at least another year. Below are some pictures from the Con. Enjoy.










Friday, September 4, 2009

Review: Ponyo




So, Ponyo.

For those of you who don't already know, Ponyo is an animated film about a little girl-fish who escapes one day from the ocean, only to be found by Sosuke, a 5-year-old boy. Sosuke names his fish Ponyo and as the day goes by, with Ponyo in a little green bucket of water, Ponyo falls in love with him...and ham also. Ponyo really likes ham. Now, don't ask me how a little girl-fish falls in love with a human boy - I have no idea and I know better than to ask those kind of questions while watching a Miyazaki film.


Starting from the very first scene, I experienced some serious Little Mermaid deja vu - only Japanese style and only if Ariel and Prince Eric were 5-year-old kids. I was also slightly confused about what was going on, but as with all Miyazaki films, you just have to go with it. Ponyo's father (who suspiciously resembled David Bowie), voiced by Liam Neeson, was something of a under-water wizard...person, even though he was apparently not human, but used to be at some point in the past. Are you getting all this? Good. I won't give any more of the story away, but just know that it is filled with action and adventure and Matt Damon (when we first heard his voice, Rebekah leaned over to me and whispered, "Jason Bourne is his dad"! Much giggling ensued) and lots of old ladies. As with ninjas, you can never go wrong with adding lots of old ladies to your movie. Miyazki, I've come to find, tends to enjoy having lively and oftentimes hilarious old people in his films. I can't say it's a bad move - some of his best lines are delivered by senior citizens.


I was only a little bit surprised by how child-like this film turned out to be. If you're looking for a Princess Mononoke (with lots of blood, both red and green) or even a Spirited Away, you'll not find it with Ponyo. This is one of Miyazaki's more mainstream, Disneyesque films and is really targeted more towards children than adults. That's not to say that it doesn't touch upon Miyazaki's favorite (adult) themes - nature vs human nature, the effects of industry and technology in and on the earth, with strong, female character leads. Fujimoto, who I like to think of as David Bowie, himself swept the waves while searching for Ponyo and grumbled non-stop about the "filth" we humans leave in our wake. The idea was nearly identical to the main theme in Princess Mononoke, but instead of humans slowing destroying the forest and all its spirits, Ponyo portrays humans destroying the ocean and all its spirits. In that same vein, the work that ended up being the most difficult for Miyazaki to tackle, the drawing of the sea and it's waves, turned out to be the most visually spectacular part of the film.


As with all Guillermo del Toro films (Pan's Labyrinth, Hellboy I and II), with Miyazaki we must recognize and bow our heads to the vastly unique and unashamedly out-of-this-world imagination these filmmakers were gifted with. It's as if they have the ability to awake from their nightmares and dreams and remember every little detail of their dream-world and convert it to film for our very own viewing pleasure.

I won't say that Ponyo was one of my favorite Miyazaki films, because it wasn't, but it was entertaining nonetheless. I would like to suggest that you see the film in theaters, if only because the visual stylings of Miyazaki's hand-drawn pictures should have their due on the big-screen, but I doubt it will be in theaters for much longer. So, if you're desiring a night of lighthearted, giggle-inducing fun (Ponyo is seriously the craziest fish-girl-chicken-girl-thing ever), then just wait for the DVD release and have Miyzaki night. I'll even loan you my Princess Mononoke, in case you're jonesin' for a double feature.

Now, in a surprising twist (one that will no doubt reveal me to be the amateur writer that I am) allow me to introduce to you our very own GUEST BLOGGER, Rebekah Nolan. Rebekah accompanied me to the film last night and has her own thoughts about the film to add to mine. Take it away, Rebekah!


Thanks, Lauren! I think you're a great writer. I mostly write poop jokes all the time, so this should be interesting.

First off, let me confess…I don't really think Miyazaki can do any wrong. I'm an animation-lover, and when it comes to that particular medium, I've never seen anybody do it better. Not even Disney or Pixar. Don't get me wrong. I will always have a fondness for classic Disney features, and Pixar is doing amazing things. They're second on my list. But Miyazaki will always be at the top. I agree with Lauren. Ponyo wasn't my favorite of his films. Spirited Away will always have that distinction. The story doesn't have the same sophistication as that movie, or Mononoke or Nausicaa, but its sweetness will win you over. I read that Sosuke, the little boy, was inspired by Miyazaki's own grandson. This movie is a tribute to the innocence of young children. Sosuke is brave and kind and never forgets about Ponyo…even when he thinks he's lost her. And Ponyo's love for Sosuke is the driving force behind the magic that explodes out of the sea when she fights to get back to him. There's no real villain to this piece--Fujimoto distrusts humans, but he loves his daughter and he loves the sea. He isn't portrayed as a monster by any stretch of the imagination. It's an interesting choice, and a brave one. Disney films would never craft a whole movie without an obvious villain. But even in a children's film, Miyazaki is determined to show that life, and people (and magic sea creatures) are complex. Things aren't black and white.

Apart from the story, which is charming, if strange and meandering, there are certain technical aspects of Miyazaki's work that will never cease to amaze me. The animation is always flawless. In Ponyo, since so much of the story involves water, there is a fluidity to it that's really lovely. The sea is literally its own character, bending, twisting, and flowing through the movie. Ponyo herself will morph partially back into a fish girl when she uses her magic. This transformation reminded me of Sophie in Howl's Moving Castle. Sophie is turned into an old woman (see Lauren's notes on Miyazaki and old women!) but as the story progresses her age becomes plastic. At times she looks very old, at times young, and at times her face falls somewhere in the middle. But it's animated so beautifully that the changes feel completely organic as you watch. Miyazaki collaborates with the same composer, Joe Hisaishi, on pretty much all his films, and their work, as usual, integrates perfectly. The soundtrack has some of that same fluidity that the animation does. It's moves like water. Finally, like always, the detail will blow you away. This, to me, has always been the key to Miyazaki. When you're working on an animated film, you have to think of everything. You have no actors to instinctively move or behave a certain way. There was a moment, in Ponyo, where Sosuke wades out into the shallows to fish Ponyo out of the water. He carefully takes off his little shoes and then pulls his pant legs up and holds them as he wades. It's what a real child would do. It's small, but those are the little touches that make his work so striking. He looks at the way people move, their mannerisms, and makes sure his characters have those things. It would be easy, and more efficient, and probably cheaper, to skip some of those details when you're animating. But he never does. I think that's why we buy the magic and the strangeness and the dream-like quality of a lot of his films…there's an authenticity mixed in with the strangeness, which makes us more than willing to believe what we see.


So, those are my thoughts. Oh, and the voice cast was pretty good! I'm neither a Miley Cyrus NOR Jonas Brothers fan, but their respective little siblings did a nice job with Ponyo and Sosuke. And Tina Fey impressed me as well. Actors like Liam Neeson and Cate Blanchett are always reliable, and the trio of old ladies, Betty White, Cloris Leachman, and Lily Tomlin, were very funny.

As always, this just leaves me eager to see what Miyazaki comes up with next!


Thank you for your very well written thoughts, Rebekah! I'm sure my three readers will appreciate having some good writing to read, for once.
Until next time, anime-lovers, I leave you with this assignment:
Go rent Princess Mononoke, Spirited Away and Howl's Moving Castle. Watch them and adore them and thank me (and Rebekah) later.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Whedon vs Reality TV


Straight from my head-thoughts to Adam Vary's head-thoughts, put to digital paper, I give you the the best and truest thought IN THE UNIVERSE...!

"And yet Joss Whedon has never been at the helm of a bone fide mainstream hit. From his seminal first series, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, to his current distaff genre series Dollhouse, Whedon has instead become a master of cult TV, fostering a small(ish) but rabidly loyal fan base for each of his series. A critics’ darling if ever there was one, he has failed, however, to win the respect of Emmy voters, who have — in the unimpeachable opinion of Whedon fans everywhere — unforgivably snubbed his shows, their writers (well, mostly), and their actors. No matter. If all he had done was make Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s first three seasons, Whedon’s place in the TV firmament would be secure. As it stands today, his ongoing body of work is a testament to the heartening truth that unique and uncommonly great network television is still possible in an era dominated by reality TV and endless procedural crime show spin-offs. "

I HATE crime show spin-offs and reality television. Having the honor to watch anything Joss nowadays is like a cool spring breeze on the hot summer day that is crappy network television these days. If reality television had a heart, I'd put a stake through it.

Check out the rest of the EW University column here.

Here ends my Joss rant. One can never have enough of those.

In other news, Dragon*Con is merely a day away and I will be attending all four days (unless I'm totally wiped by Monday and then I might commit a Nerd-Girl Party Foul and sit that last day out). Either way, I'll come back (hopefully) chalk-full of fun nerd experiences and (hopefully) signed autographs from the Buffy and Battlestar Galactica alums that will be running around. I'll have to work on my self-control in case I run into Michael Trucco. Ummmm... Anders....yummmm. Yeah, I should probably start working on that.




Later tubers.

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