Showing posts with label Ben Turk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ben Turk. Show all posts
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Episode 6 - Bonus Sandwich on Mad Max Trilogy
Ben keeps his promise from episode one to watch and hate the first three Max Mad films. These films start out almost fun, and then become overwrought and shitty and then become fun again, but in a banal Steven Speilberg kind of way. Basically, they are stinkers, over-all.
0-8:02 Mad Max: Original Flavor
-0:58 be honest, Ben, it's not that you were bored, it's that you ran out of episodes of The Office to binge watch before bed and hadn't yet moved on to Attack on Titan. (psst... don't tell Gus, who highly recommended it as the only good anime, but Attack on Titan is kiiinda a big eugenicist nightmare, isn't it?)
-1:56 Wait, this is a movie about killing cops? Well, I'm sold!
-3:50 Art shapes reality
-5:48 excessive sandwich eating sounds
-6:05 cops getting their jollies
-7:04 did he just compare this movie to Jodorowsky?
-7:52 boomerang audio in reverse sounds IDENTICAL to boomerang audio
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Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Episode 5- The Haters vs Inside Out
In which a different cast of haters drop more references to beloved children's movies than obscure philosophers, but only barely. Also, gender and scientific reductionism compete for what enrages us most, and people get deep about their feelings.
0:55-12:44 After the trailer
-1:33 gender, first outta the gate!
-2:22 Silas, awkward and disgusting, on my lap, writhing and snuffling like a pig in mud.
-3:37 scientific reductionism enters the fray!
-3:50 gender!
-5:04 Foucault name dropped.
-5:57 gender, pulling ahead!
-7:54 gender, with a commanding lead!
-9:24 scientific reductionism!
-10:08 Gus and Alice debunk tongue phrenology, complete with oral sex innuendo.
-11:03 Umami, the eight emotion.
-12:21 sounds like Gus and Alice need to devote their own episode to that sick Jennifer Lopez thriller.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Episode 3- The Haters vs The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
0-9:22 Pre-Game Chatter
-0:41 Firehawk security culture fail
-1:13 Firehawk sexually frustrated?
-2:28 Ben hoping for homo-eroticism (disappointed)
-4:27 Ben tries to conceal his appreciation for Snatch
-5:48 List o hates
-6:57 mourning the appropriation of Nina Simone
-7:43 "You think you're going to be satisfied as a well rounded anarchist after seeing this film?"
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Hey Ben, Why Are You Such a Hater?
I have jeopardized friendships and driven home in silence after
critiquing the Joker's weak immitation of nihilism and Chrisopher
Nolan's inability to escape Adam West style cartoonishness in his second
"Dark Knight" film. My first girlfriend cited my inability to indulge
her guilty pleasure for the newest N'Sync single in her break up talk. I
have been a hater for many years. They have been years of loss and
bitterness, but c'mon, who can honestly tell me that a giant "Ka-POW"
star would have been out of place when Batman clotheslined and flipped
over that semi-truck? Really!
Despite the social costs, and many paradoxical attempts to authentically embrace a post-modern ironic appreciation of pop culture, or a radical buddhist acceptance of subjectivity, or some good ole proletarian anti-intellectualism, I just keep coming back to this fucking hatred. Something about seeing the negative in things is comfortable and easy for me, I guess.
I used to feel bad about this, like that negative thinking produces more negative thinking, and maybe that's true. By that same logic, authenticity must produce more authenticity, and thus my feelings and expressions of love and support for those who deserve it can only grow alongside the unrestrained vitriol I'm spewing at the horrible cultural articfacts which this hateful world relentlessly insists on producing. Bye Bye Bye, Baby!
Despite the social costs, and many paradoxical attempts to authentically embrace a post-modern ironic appreciation of pop culture, or a radical buddhist acceptance of subjectivity, or some good ole proletarian anti-intellectualism, I just keep coming back to this fucking hatred. Something about seeing the negative in things is comfortable and easy for me, I guess.
I used to feel bad about this, like that negative thinking produces more negative thinking, and maybe that's true. By that same logic, authenticity must produce more authenticity, and thus my feelings and expressions of love and support for those who deserve it can only grow alongside the unrestrained vitriol I'm spewing at the horrible cultural articfacts which this hateful world relentlessly insists on producing. Bye Bye Bye, Baby!
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