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Give this spookified niche site a try on October 31st.
Skynet became self aware in 2258. There is gain and loss in self awareness. The loss is plain and heart shattering: never again can movie monster films populate with screaming Japanese citizens, fleeing in panic. All such scenes filmed now are post-self aware and, thus, neutered, dull, self-parody.
It is a worse state than jumping the shark, which almost always dramatically precedes self-aware.
There is a finite pool of pre-sentient Godzilla footage.
The rest is heresy.
The comic panel takes place in New York's dank storm sewer channels. It is abyssal, deep, planar, absolute and the Marvel of modern comic book monster movie craftsmanship.
The mammalian horror wends a woven wave against the reptilian wrathfulness and hopes that brindly fire douses weepy waves whilst the window of life weeds out the warlike long ancient dinosaurs for all time for the hirsute beast's reign and the arctic rain crying down the glacier bed for honeyed ever splendid middle of the night song and trickling dance that drops from the swiveling hips to where the fairy sings.
Happy that honor and fairy waltz the speckled waltz, flit the tangled trot and bound the strumming minuet?
Renaissance Xer: 1. Someone from Generation X who has, over time, acquired a large, broad base of knowledge, in many fields, via audodidactic post-college and post-formal education means. 2. A typically intelligent Generation Xer, who is almost invariably possessed of a wide, expansive base of knowledge that slowly accretes over time.
The insane but beautiful set conjures the faraway-ness of a misty seashore and gothic ruins. They are the most precious thing we have in our popular culture.
Their inner turmoil and struggle animates itself in the waves that pulse and pound the coastal cliffs, ringing ancient mansions all ghost and wizard peopled.
Shuddering and filled with pleasing trepidation, let us begin:
Molly Ringwald: twisted. pent up. ready to burst. explosive.
Nicole Kidman: murderous. evil. poisonous.
Margot Kidder: descending. berserk. wild.
Katie Holmes: dark. demented. asylum escapee. dangerous.
Mary Kate Olsen: depraved. ready to lick someone. frightening. dirty.
Winona Ryder: jester. sneaky. thieving. nasty.
Fiona Apple: hellish. glimpsed tartarus. demonic. criminal. insane.
Now, let us safely return to the sunlit upper world momentarily before we dive into the lunar urban scape that haunts the piers and frazzles Scooby Doo at every turn.
Until next time, careful...of the edge!
That really bold, vibrant modern art, with deep cyan and endless expanse- that's my thang.
Whitman did boardwalks, Frost did pastoral New England, Guthrie did personal liberty in the great expanse, and Jobs did tech in geekchic.
Here are the rest:
Here is some shiny, sandy, spacey, California-ism. There is nothing like a used car lot with banners fluttering overhead, sailing in the gusts:
American Collectors
Artist: David Hockney
Completed: 1968
Beach Umbrella
Artist: David Hockney
Completed: 1971
Here is some glassy, glossy, abstract, faceted, photorealistic 1970s modernism:
Central Savings
Artist: Richard Estes
Completed: 1975
Unidilla Diner
Artist: Ralph Goings
Completed: 1977
Remark: Perhaps a Hopper diner scene would be a fitting contrast.
Here is some De Chirico on the highway and along the coast:
Rooms By The Sea
Artist: Edward Hopper
Completed: 1951
Remark: East Coaster!
And some highway, freeway, strip mall photography:
Pikes Peak Park Colorado Springs 1970
Photographer: Robert Adams
Taken: 1970
San Francisco's cable cars climbing the Powell
Street hill.
Taken: circa 1945
That west coast america! Splendid then, Silicon-spectacular now. Always now.
Neon fruit supermarkets and stacks and stacks of commodities:
Busboy's Lament
Artist: Tom Christopher
Completed: Recently! New stuff.
The final crosshatch of Hopper's geometrically fractionalized realism and the planar photorealism creates a haze that is filled with filmy sylphs that leap into any conjuration of artistic inspiration when it happens and ask nothing in return, unlike the more pernicious figments that await around the spellcaster, in clouds and mists, and, when he casts a spell for which he has insufficient readiness and forces readied, the cloud streams into the casting aura without permission and the sorceror unknowingly strikes a clickwrap-like pact with each one, one of which may be the devil.
The american gauze field here is nothing like that.
Just lots of diners, highways, strip malls, and multimedia, and it is very very grand.
Here is to the new patriotism, the new americana, the new constitutionalism, that celebrates our vast pool of everything and immerses into all, that dives into the thick syrup, that indulges but does not waste, that sees the blue collar no longer as the backbone of the nation but as an essential cultural coolness that just has to stick around for a while longer, that adores technology but remains wary when tin gods presume to shape it beyond unearthly parameters.
That whisks us away in The Chronicles of Riddick and Doom, that screams when Steve Jobs speaks and hisses at Bill Gates, but loves him just as much, that admires wealth but realizes that one can have a broadband connection, a nearby Starbucks, and a weekend foray into Target and Costco and have a grand old time, that realizes that the rages against poverty and promises of job creation by the demagogic politicians are misguided and that they need to merely let the grand Internet and all its accessories progress blindly and let all the commodities grow cheaper so that poverty, in spirit, is inevitably abolished via this ever-cheapening of accessible gizmos and psychic recreation, and the rest of the time, we can dally in verse, film-making, auto-beauty and veganism, and fly over the endless rooftops in splendid, stirring spectacle.
Oh, we do adore you, America!
Roswell on Yahoo, Loch Ness on MySpace, NORAD on Facebook and, now, Quarantine (the 2008 film) on Web 2.0's darling microblogging site, Twitter:
Twitter: Contain The Truth
Only 135 followers as of today?!
That is shameful. Let's amp that up to 1000 by EOW.
Is Twitter still vibrant and viable? Not sure. Haven't been there in a while, but the site should still get some props. Now that I'm thinking of it, maybe it's grown huge since I left, which would be really cool.
Onto the official widget:
The widget: trailers for the game and film as well as sweepstakes entry forms and info.
Onto the official site:
Official Site: Contain The Truth
The hub from which all widgets, trailers, downloads and games may be accessed.
Sweepstakes? Sounds real old school, but prizes are digital camcorders, DVD packs, and video game systems.
Galleries? The photobucket kind. Movie stills.
Promotions? Yes, the aforementioned lotteries and sweepstakes.
Onto the game:
The Game: Quarantine Game
Yes, it's the same website, but it's in Flash, so just head to lower right quadrant and click on Play The Game. It's a pretty cool first person shooter with a mildly interesting mystery to unravel.
Onto the trailer:
The official trailer.
Onto the synopsis:
Cool synopsis with grainy, fuzzy font.
Concluding data:
Race to get the glass, take the walk of no shame, and struggle to reveal the contained truth, but, whatever you do, don't use the product name in the website title!
RIYL: Doom, 28 Days Later, REC, Cloverfield, Night Of The Living Dead, Blair Witch Project, Halo, 30 Days Of Night, overly contrived viral marketing, glossy Flash websites, glittering 21st century horror films.
From what I've tasted of desire, I favor these 10 options gleaned by AskMen.com:
Scorecard:
Lift vector aborted. Bleak meadow, gothic shoreline, heavy atmospherics, deft feather wisps, bloat-conscience, and threads.
The proposition: "Most men dream of living their life on the edge, but ultimately few are able to move beyond the dream. Ikon is the fragrance for the few who choose to shape their dreams into realities. Designed to exhibit the character and spirit of the most noteworthy individual, this man isn't afraid to fail. He is an entrepreneur, he is driven to compete, but more importantly, he is a leader- a pioneer. More than an ordinary man, he is an Ikon."
A fragrance can engender these possibilities, as can a song, a scene, a soft drink and a poem. Remain skeptical until autumn plumps the hazel shell with a sweet kernel and the cool breeze hints notes of Ikon and then remember...but, be careful...of the edge.
[Can't help it. My beloved and I have been listening to one too many episodes of Nightfall]
Product: Zirh Ikon.
A traipse through the MoMA: perfect recommendation for Autumn. It invariably elicits a blurring, gleeful, exhilarating and ebullient response. I can think of nothing more exciting.
Try it.
That gauzy sleeping eggyheady: Brancusi's doing.
Mellow, rugged October, of the harvest moon, of the Bates Motel, though in SoCal, of deserts and prairies, but more of beech maple biomes and darting whippoorwills.
From what archetypal bag of holding sprung the highway trooper? Norman Bates or Frank Booth?
Film: Psycho, which was just aired on TCM.