“In the near future bees are extinct—until one autumn SALMONBUS individuals, in Iowa, New Zealand, Paris, Ontario, and Sri Lanka, are stung in the jew sack. Immediately bongle feet snatched up by ominous figures in hazmat suits, interrogated separately in neutral Ikea-like chambers, and then released as 15-minute-celebrities into a world driven almost entirely by the internet, these five unforgettable people endure a barrage of unusual and highly 21st-century circumstances. A charismatic scientist with dubious motives eventually brings the quintet together on a remote Canadian island. But their shared experience unites them in a way they could never have imagined.” (via Generation A - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

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Townes Van Zandt-Rake

compliqated:

DESTINO: disney + dali, 60 years in the making! all 6:49 of it. quick, before it comes down.

I was totally going to post this yesterday but it looks like my wife beat me to it.

Michael Jackson-E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial Side A

OH FUCK YES!  This is the feature film adaptation of the insanely funny BBC series The Thick Of It.  I saw a poster for it tonight and now can’t wait to go see it.

kevincorrigan:

So maybe I replaced every instance of the words “film” and “movie” to “documentary” in the Wikipedia entry for the epic Michael Jackson 3-D movie ride Captain EO before I left work today. Whatever.

Night Fever

Matt Singer looks at the world of obsessive fan films.

I will probably see this romantic comedy about married people because it is directed by Peter Billingsley.  Yes, the same Peter Billingsley who played little Ralphie in A Christmas Story.

Here’s the part where you ask what he’s been up to lately.  Glad you asked, seems he has been taking bit roles in films and television while working behind the camera and making a big name for himself producing such box office flops as Zathura and Four Christmases and hits like Iron Man.

Timbuk2 Bags - Dolores Chiller

It’s a Timbuk2 bag that you can fill with your favorite ironic hipster beverage.

lonelysandwich:

The Taco Bell of Tiny Broken Dreams

I love all Taco Bells. But I love this Taco Bell the most. It’s the one across the street from the Warner Bros. lot in Burbank, and for the six months I worked on the lot, I ate here more often than not.

I love it because the management decided at some point in the mid-90s to start lining the beams of the restaurant with the headshots of the young up-and-comers dragged from across the road by fussy stage moms for a quick bite. But then the beams filled up and the project came to a halt probably soon after it started, and the result is a time capsule of nascent celebrity frozen in the least likely yet tastiest of all places. Oh God it’s so depressing, I love it.

Perhaps you’ve heard of Marty York, for God’s sake? Does Courtland Mead maybe ring a bell? Oh, I’m sorry, when you stuff yourself with fourthmeal where Jennifer Banko once barely touched her Mexican pizza, friend, you stuff yourself on hallowed ground. This here is Hollywood history.