Due to the holiday weekend and the timing of SkepchickCon, Mock the Movie is postponed until the second Wednesday this month. Catch us next week when we offer you a little Rowdy Roddy Piper. That’s worth waiting for, right?
If you were the ghost of a mummy, reawakened by a CAT scan and bearing the name of a demon, what would you do? Burgle the Louvre, of course, but only after possessing Sophie Marceau.
Look, I’m sure Belphégor – Le fantôme du Louvre made more sense in French–in the Sixties, when it was a cult TV hit show and everyone did more drugs. Well, maybe I’m not sure, but I am hopeful. Either way, we’re going to mock it this Wednesday.
So by now you’ve probably seen that Ricky Gervais is once again desperately clinging to a word that he desperately needs to…well, for some reason anyway, I’m sure. I first saw it on Facebook:
If you grabbed Hitler and shouted “stop killing innocent people you cunt”, someone on Facebook would call you out on your sexist language.
As I pointed out there, if you grabbed Hitler and shouted at him, people would rightly point out that he’s dead and hasn’t been killing people for nearly 70 years, which just raises the next question: What are you really doing that’s so vitally important you can’t spare a moment to deal with sexism?
When Ophelia posted more of Gervais’s “defense”, such as it is, it struck me how hard he was working to defend something that’s fundamentally useless. It just doesn’t work as a serious epithet, unless your entire point is the misogyny. It’s even more useless for a comedian. [Read more…]
Have I seen a worse movie? No I can’t say that I have.
Dracula 3000 is the epitome of painfully cheesy cinema.
This is, by far, the single biggest waste of hours you could otherwise spend contemplating the importance of dish towels and their effect on your life.
Really, how could we not?
You might have heard me mention (oh, once or twice before) that this weekend is Skeptech. It’s a cool conference with a great set of speakers. They could still very much use some funds to make this an ongoing concern. But I’ve told you all that.
What I haven’t mentioned is that I’m playing a role on stage as well. I haven’t mentioned it because we weren’t sure it was going to happen. Rebecca Watson has graciously agreed, however, to get up early Saturday morning so we can fit one more session into the schedule. (We promised her really good coffee from Open Book, just down the road.) So the morning’s opening remarks will start at 9, and as soon as they’re done, I will interview Rebecca to get her tips on single-handedly destroying a movement.
Here are a few of the topics I expect to ask her about:
So get up early on Saturday and bring your coffee. You won’t want to miss this event.
When I think of directors who’ve done great Akira Kurosawa adaptations, I always think of Roger Corman. Don’t you? After all, who could ever forget Battle Beyond the Stars?
Not only is debate useless for getting at the nature of reality, but it isn’t always good for you, or for communities where debate is fetishized. As I was looking for my previous words on debate, I came across this, originally published here. It seemed like a good time to repost it. “PTDD” is not intended to be remotely taken as a serious mental illness. It shares the element of hyper-vigilance with PTSD, and that’s about it. This is about what consistent debate trains you to do.
You may have Post-Traumatic Debate Disorder if:
These are but a small sampling of the symptoms of PTDD. If you find yourself experiencing any of these symptoms, it is highly recommended that you log off the internet immediately. Further treatment may consist of quarantine to avoid denialists of all stripes, lots of face-to-face and eye-to-eye conversation, and outdoor exercise.
No, you’re not still drunk from your celebrations the night before (I hope). Those really are killer slugs you’re seeing. Well, fake killer slugs. Painfully, painfully fake killer slugs.