“What are they gonna say about him? What are they gonna say? That he was a kind man? That he was a wise man? That he had plans, man? That he had wisdom? Bullshit, man. What are they gonna do when he’s gone?”
Dennis Hopper died at 9am local time at his home in Venice, California yesterday after losing his battle with prostate cancer he was 74.
He was born in Dodge City Kansas on 17th May 1936 and showed interest in acting from a young age. He began his acting career with several TV performances but his first movie role was in Rebel Without a Cause (1955) and it was during the making of this film that he met James Dean, their meeting had a huge influence on Hopper and went a long way to transforming him into the great career actor he has become in the staggering five and a half decades since.
Friday sees the release of Chris Morris’s first feature film, the Sundance Grand Jury Prize nominated; Four Lions. The film takes a satirical look at Jihad and extremist Islam as it tracks the exploits of a group of less than brilliant Muslim terrorists. With this piece of sure fire comedy gold so close you can smell the outrage this seems like a good time to appreciate the greatness that is Chris Morris.
Born in Cambridgeshire and educated at an all boys Jesuit boarding school in Lancashire before studying Zoology at Bristol University Morris moved back to his birthplace and began a traineeship with the local BBC radio station. While working for BBC Radio Morris wrote Blue Jam which was later re-written and renamed for his first foray into television, Jam. It has been described as ‘a surreal, ambient mix of bleak comedy sketches’, and it is just that, pieces of comedy woven together with abstract confusion and moments of sheer excellence.
Here’s the top 5 reasons why writing top 10, top 5 or any top number list makes you as relevant as Rodgers and Hammerstein.
1.You’ll forget one of your favourites, be forced to leave one out or have to add some bullshit you Googled to make the numbers up to your digital figure. See the above list of nonsense if you don’t believe me. In the list of ‘favourite things’, a topic so vague it’s not even worthy of being on a 6th former’s pencil case, one of the ‘greatest lyricists of all time’ chose two types of bell and married a deep fried veal cutlet with a Chinese carbohydrate for the sake of rhyme in one verse. If he can’t make it work what chance do you think your sun-parched fizog has got?
The sales are over, the ash is abating and we no longer have to turn on the weather forecast prepared to be informed of impending icy doom. All this means one thing; we can start looking forward to the Summer!
Topless chavs playing football in the park, offensively cheap cases of Dutch lager at major supermarkets, barbeques ruined by wasps and salmonella, British Summers have it all, but if there’s one thing we reallly do well it’s festivals. Whether it’s a murky moshpit at Download, a barrel of banality at V or fancy dressed frolic at Bestival we all have our favourites, my personal tipple being an unhealthy dose of weapons grade cider at Glastonbury.
More nuggets racing down Hollywood’s intestine towards the anus of your local cinema.
The creators of 300 Zak Snyder and Frank Miller are teaming up once again to educate the easily entertained in how history didn’t happen with the adaption of Miller’s graphic novel Xerxes, a prequel to their previous film.
In reality Xerxes was a bearded Persian king who united the ancient armies of Africa, Asia, The Middle East and Europe to fight for him against the ancient Greeks. In Frank Miller’s world he’s an 8ft hermaphrodite who resembles the love child of Sinead O’Connor and Dhalsim from Street Fighter II.
A few weeks back Britain woke up briefly to notice the state of its underage offspring, scattered around like trussed up refugees from a Paul Gadd pyjama party. But after a few hours a shinier and more interesting ball of political shit slinging hoved into view and the whole issue was dropped faster than Lindsay Lohan’s knickers.
For the media to ignore this problem for whatever reason is one crime and certainly a reprehensible one but to conveniently pick it up, fondle it for a few hours to fill some 24 hour news and then repress it the next moment like o so many drunken mistakes is horribly irresponsible. And the upshot of this complete lack of moral responsibility is Lady Blah Blah’s new range of porn films for children.
Sparklehorse front man and multi instrumentalist Mark Linkous committed suicide in Knoxville, Tennessee on Saturday.
Linkous shot himself in the heart in front of a friend’s house, in the early hours of the morning, he was 47.
He was on the verge of completing another studio album after his May 2009 release Dark Night of the Soul which included contributions from The Flaming Lips, Frank Black, Neutral Milk Hotel and David Lynch.
Sparklehorse rose to fame after touring their debut album Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot supporting Radiohead in 1996. During the tour Linkous overdosed on a combination of Heroin, alcohol and anti-depressants causing his heart to stop and leaving him in a wheelchair for six months.
It is perhaps for the 1998 album Good Morning Spider that the band will be best remembered.
Colin Greenwood of Radiohead has been one of many to pay his respects to the singer, he told Pitchfork:
“I was very sad to hear the news that Mark Linkous has died. He and his band toured with us in Europe, at the start of OK Computer, and they were great every night. His first two records were very important to me, and I carried his music from the tour into my life, and my friends’ lives too… Mark wrote and played some beautiful music, and we’re lucky to have it. Rest in Peace.”
Looking at films so far on the horizon you hope that you get kidnapped and buggered by Somalians before they hit your screen.
Recently our well balanced British media have been all shouty and self righteous about the sexualisation of children; is 9 too young to have a push up bra? Is it wrong that talentless sex workers like Lady BlahBlah and the Pussy Fuck Dolls are seen as role models for today’s young ladies?
Well clearly it is – but bubble headed whores and pre-teen skank training isn’t exactly current-affairs now is it? Barbie has been around for 50 something years and has looked like the sort of girl that would let you bum her for a tab for about 45 of them, the only other woman I can think of who looks like she’s been happy being a sticky biscuit for so long is Madonna. (more…)
Here’s five randomly selected films, in various stages of production coming to a cinema near you between now and another time in the future.
British film makers are getting their own bite at the radioactive Marvel super cherry with the diminutive super hero Ant-Man.
Edgar Wright (Spaced, Shaun of the Dead) is to direct a script written by Joe Cornish, the long time comedy partner of (This Film Is On friend) Adam Buxton. Ant-Man is a lesser known hero from the Marvel universe, but according to Edgar this is part of the appeal.
It´s a fairly well documented fact that most of the developed world believes a large proportion of Americans have their heads firmly stuck up their own ‘ass’. Not a month goes by without hearing some bizarre but neverthenevertheless believable fact or statistic about American stupidity. “93% of Americans don’t own passports”, “20% of Americans can´t locate the US on a world map”, “72% of Americans unable to tell arse from elbow in consumer taste test”…the list goes on.
This isn’t just my habitual xenophobia speaking I have many American friends and I don’t count them in these inexplicable statistics and neither do they. In fact some of them have taken to telling people they hail from USA (pronounced OOSAR) in an attempt to separate themselves from the country that voted Jesus as the 3rd greatest American. (more…)