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INCEPTION

Posted by Big Boutros On July - 20 - 2010

Inception

Warner Bros.

Theaters. Theaters Everywhere.

148 minutes

Director Christopher Nolan’s last film outside of his rebooted Batman franchise was 2006’s “The Prestige,” a mystery on the mortal rivalry between two Victorian-era magicians. It opened and closed with the same question: “Are you watching closely?” That question has been the motto of Nolan’s filmmaking career since he debuted the expanses of his intellect with 2000’s “Memento.” Above all other sensory engagements, Nolan requires his audience’s undivided attention. Never has this been truer than with “Inception.” Because so much of his directorial work has been adapted from existing sources, Nolan’s ability to make his audience expand the boundaries of their perception has been only partially showcased. With “Inception,” an original work wholly his own, Nolan has the audience all to himself, and he doesn’t waste the opportunity.

The plot of Inception is too dense to encapsulate and too polished to spoil. In Nolan’s world exists the technology to invade, populate, and manipulate the human subconscious through dreams. Leonardo DiCaprio (“Shutter Island”) is Cobb, an expert practitioner of this invasion and fugitive for reasons unknown. He has a chance to clear his besmirched name via one last impossible job.

As a heist film, “Inception” relies on an ensemble of thieves; they even have titles that reflect their responsibilities. Ariadne is the Architect. Eames is the Forger. Yusuf is the Chemist. Arthur, well, shoot, he’s just Arthur. But he’s no less important than the rest of the gang. Joseph Gordon-Levitt (“500 Days of Summer”) fills the role with a clenched jaw, cherishing efficiency and precision above all. He steals the film with a fight scene, perhaps the best — and certainly the most creative — in years. It’s the technical centerpiece of the film and may not be topped in a lifetime.

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Popularity: 27%

Numbers for 3/29/10

Posted by Maize4Blue On March - 29 - 2010

88 Day of the year, known for Wrestlemania III twenty-three years ago.

600 Communities who want Google internet. Only one of them deserves it, MINE.

Week until Austin Jackson has to become Curtis Granderson. No pressure. (Also, what a terrible website.)

15 I just have a good feeling about this one. Read the rest of this entry »

Popularity: 13%

our dear departed sexy dancer

Tomorrow marks the four-month anniversary of Patrick Swayze’s death at the hands of Willy Lopez pancreatic cancer. In the time since, basic cable stalwarts like AMC and and TNT have accordingly paid their limited commercial interruption tributes to 1991′s Sexiest Man Alive.

Between 1984 and 1991, Swayze couldn’t miss at the box office or in the cotton panties of young schoolmarms, but his turn as Sam Wheat in 1990′s Academy Award-winning Ghost stands out.

That’s right, the Academy Award-winning Ghost. Actress Whoopi Goldberg took home the Oscar for Best Supporting Actress, while screenwriter and obvious gentile Bruce Joel Rubin won Best Original Screenplay. The film was further nominated for Best Original Score and Best Picture, losing the latter to Avatar: The Prequel. In all, Ghost received 16 awards from various cinematic governing bodies, including Vincent Schiavelli’s upset of Harry Dean Stanton in a heated battle for the Danny Trejo Memorial Wheel of Cheese for Ugliest Character Actor.

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Popularity: 22%

Don’t Panic.

Posted by CPS On January - 6 - 2010

Comrades:

A new year has begun! We should be rejoicing at the opportunity for new beginnings.

Yet the winter and shortened days are still upon us. We are weary, our hearts are heavy and our fandom for our favorite teams is…well…kind of hard to take at times.

But still, we love our teams. We wear the jerseys of our favorite players, we carve out time to watch them play and yell maniacally at the television during games. It’s supposed to be fun to watch them play a game and exercise athletic feats that we can only dream of, right?

Well, yeah. To a point. We also like to see them win. Winning is fun. There’s no denying that. And when wins don’t happen for a while, minds start wandering. And when minds start wandering, they wander in different directions, and eventually those diverging directions come together again as bitter exchanges on the intrawebz. Then it strikes us that the source of all our fanatical woes lies not with our fellow fans, but with the players, the coaches, the managers, the athletic directors, the ex-players, the ex-coaches, the ex-…whatever. You get the idea. Our attention turns back to them once again, but this time with the stink eye.

So we watch and listen. We look at the apparel they wear (was that a Penn State shirt!?) and parse their words (did he say Lloyd Carr’s University of Michigan?!) looking for any clue that will expose the Great Divide – the smoking gun that will blow this whole thing wide fucking open so that we can cry out “YOU! YOU WERE THE ONE THAT CAUSED THIS TO HAPPEN TO MEEEEE!.”

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Popularity: 19%

Don't Panic.

Posted by CPS On January - 6 - 2010

Comrades:

A new year has begun! We should be rejoicing at the opportunity for new beginnings.

Yet the winter and shortened days are still upon us. We are weary, our hearts are heavy and our fandom for our favorite teams is…well…kind of hard to take at times.

But still, we love our teams. We wear the jerseys of our favorite players, we carve out time to watch them play and yell maniacally at the television during games. It’s supposed to be fun to watch them play a game and exercise athletic feats that we can only dream of, right?

Well, yeah. To a point. We also like to see them win. Winning is fun. There’s no denying that. And when wins don’t happen for a while, minds start wandering. And when minds start wandering, they wander in different directions, and eventually those diverging directions come together again as bitter exchanges on the intrawebz. Then it strikes us that the source of all our fanatical woes lies not with our fellow fans, but with the players, the coaches, the managers, the athletic directors, the ex-players, the ex-coaches, the ex-…whatever. You get the idea. Our attention turns back to them once again, but this time with the stink eye.

So we watch and listen. We look at the apparel they wear (was that a Penn State shirt!?) and parse their words (did he say Lloyd Carr’s University of Michigan?!) looking for any clue that will expose the Great Divide – the smoking gun that will blow this whole thing wide fucking open so that we can cry out “YOU! YOU WERE THE ONE THAT CAUSED THIS TO HAPPEN TO MEEEEE!.”

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Popularity: unranked