Michael Kindt's Blog, page 79
January 2, 2016
Lemme get this straight.
Donald Trump is going to further provoke a bunch of terrorists who were already so provoked that they’ve been blowing shit up and cutting off people’s heads for years now?
Ok.
"Why is comedy the only form of the arts where people think they have to agree with or approve the..."
- Jim Norton, American Degenerate (via clash-official)
January 1, 2016
Went and saw The Peanuts Movie just now. It was ok.
The computer animation was a big mistake, jarring and annoying and incorrect. It was also far more frenetic than I would have liked.
The filmmakers should have been innovative and done hand-drawn 2-D animation.
The list:
*Charlie Brown wasn’t enough of a loser.
*Lucy was too nice.
*Peppermint Patty wasn’t butch enough.
*Snoopy’s endless imagination felt like someone else’s.
*Schroder didn’t play enough piano.
*The classic jazzy Peanuts piano music of Vince Guaraldi, especially “Linus and Lucy” was delivered only in snippets, while there was an over-abundance of contempo computer pop. There is always an over-abundance of it, everywhere, at all times. Please, for the love of God, kill me now.
*The ethos and ennui characteristic of Schultz’s writing were missing, largely.
*The speech the Little Red-Haired Girl gave Charlie Brown at the end of the film was cosmically trite and terribly after school specially. It sounded like it was written by someone who thinks all children are special and who hands out blue ribbons and gold stars to kids for doing what they’re supposed to, like not punching their sister. I actually cringed.
Having said all that, it was fun seeing everyone again, even if they did look all weird computerized. And there were a lot of cute parts. The voice acting, I thought, was great, especially for Charlie Brown and Snoopy and Woodstock. Some of the film felt like a greatest hits, which was delightful–“Oh, I remember this song!” And I loved the innocence of the storyline. It beautifully lacked snark and hipness.
I’m sure the sequal will ruin what little I did like about the movie. After all we are talking about Hollywood here.
December 31, 2015
End of the World | Michael Kindt
It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine because, no, it’s fucking not.
People have been saying for centuries that the end is nigh. Predictions for the doom of mankind seem to be about as old as mankind himself. Isn’t that odd? My brief Google research turned up possibly the earliest written record of a prediction for the end of the world, from the Assyrians. The clay tablet, dating from around 2800 B.C., states flatly in cuneiform that the Earth was in its final days, and that humanity was slowly deteriorating into a corrupt society that would only end with its destruction.
Sound familiar?
Jesus: “Table for 26, please.”Maitre D’:...
Jesus: “Table for 26, please.”
Maitre D’: “But there’s only 13 of you…”
Jesus: “Yes, but we’re all going to sit on the same side.”
December 30, 2015
Now this is a headline.Dozens and dozens of women who don’t know...
Now this is a headline.
Dozens and dozens of women who don’t know each other have colluded to ruin the life and reputation of a 78 year old man.
Whatever.
It’s about fucking time. Time to pay up, Cos.
My son's Christmas present to me, apart from his continued existence, was Erik Satie on vinyl.
An old record in pristine condition.
Erik Satie lived and played in Paris around the turn of the century (the 1900s). He is the Frank Zappa/Andy Warhol of classical music.
The entire album is in French, which, luckily, I can read.
“Sketches and Exasperations of a Big Boob Made out of Wood”
“Three Distinguished Waltzes for the Disabused and Affected Man”
“Flabby Preludes”
“Age-old and Instantaneous Hours”
are some of the titles I can make out. Others contain words Satie invented himself and thus are untranslatable.
Now, I am quite sure you reading this know very little about Erik Satie and his music. In a field where everyone took themselves very seriously, he was, like, “fuck that” and absolutely did not. Which made him, in my opinion, brilliant. If you have the movie “About Schmidt” starring Jack Nicholson on hand, watch it. The piano music throughout is Erik Satie, fyi.
Along with the warm, fuzzy socks I got from my aunt, this record is my favorite Christmas present of 2015.
December 29, 2015
If Lemmy was anything, he was multicultural. And those shorts!...
If Lemmy was anything, he was multicultural. And those shorts! My goodness. You can almost see the good china.
I wrote an ode to Lemmy for CLASH Media. Check it out.
