Archive for April, 2008

16
Apr
08

Another Zombie Flick (that I’m gonna have to see)?

Sony Pictures has an answer, it seems, to George A. Romero’s “Diary of the Dead.”  “Quarantine” follows a TV news reporter (Jennifer Carpenter) embedded with a local fire unit.  They are called to assist at an apartment building, and find police already there, answering a call about screams coming from one of the apartments.  Before the news team can leave, hey discover that the building has been quarantined to contain an unknown virus, which has hit some members of the community, causing them to attack people. 

When the quarantine is lifted, in a moment that is more “Blair Witch” than you’d expect coming from a major motion picture house, rescuers cannot find any resident, and the only evidence left is the tape from the reporter and her camera man.  It’s like “The Blair Witch Project” meets “Night of the Living Dead.”  In other words, it’s a great deal like “Diary of the Dead,” it would seem, only in an apartment building.

But, in the spirit of “just because it’s derivitive doesn’t mean it will suck,” I’m actually looking forward to seeing what they do with this.  (You may remember a certain guilty pleasure I’ve mentioned in the past, regarding zombie flicks.)  Anyway, here’s the trailer.  It’s pretty vague, plotwise, but, damn, can Jennifer Carpenter scream.  Enjoy.

07
Apr
08

Leave Pavarotti Alone!!

I’m fighting the urge to go Chris Crocker on CNN et al for their recent slow-news-day hits on opera great Luciano Pavarotti.  Sadly, I’m neither skinny, gay nor annoying enough to pull off a convincing Crocker.

The upshot is, the guy who conducted Pavarotti during the Olympics in Turin (Luciano’s final performance) says that, due to the pain caused by his pancreatic cancer, Pavarotti lip-synced during that performance.  Oh No! 

More annoying than the fact that major news agencies consider this news, is headlines written by people like the asshole who wrote, “Luciano Pavarotti: His Lips Did Lie,” as though one of the most talented male opera singers to approach to genre deserves to be likened to Milli Vanilli or Ashley Simpson.

I don’t know why the news orgs have to hate on Pavarotti.  The man’s already dead.  Even if he somehow managed to piss off Ted Turner (which, I suspect, he must have done),  I can’t imagine that a minor besmirching of his name postmortem is the “fate worse than death” that the media evidently wishes to inflict. 

Next thing you know, they’ll be claiming his eyebrows were fake.

Leave Pavarotti alone, you bastards!