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Spielzeugland (Germany) – A rather pedestrian short about a German boy during the 1930s who’s been told by friends and family that his Jewish friend and piano partner will soon be taken away to “Spielzeugland” (“Toyland”). There are about 47 flashbacks and flashforwards during the 13-minute film, and shit doesn’t get explained particularly well. This won the Oscar, which is silly, because it’s a little exploitative, and not particularly well-made or inspired. (more…)
Posted in Cinema, Sports, tagged Aaron Rowand, Brian Wilson, Bruce Bochy, Chicago Cubs, Chicago White Sox, DAve Roberts, Fred Lewis, Greene, guess who's coming to dinner, Kerry Wood, Lincecum, Lou Brock, Lou Pinella, Mark DeRosa, Marmol, meet me in st. louis, Milton Bradley, Molina, No Country For Old Men, Ozzie Guillen, Pujols, Randy Johnson, Randy Winn, San Francisco Giants, Shumacker, St. Louis Cardinals, Steve Holm, Thome, Tony La Russa on February 27, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Posted in Chicago, Cinema, Sports, Television, tagged alan rickman, ben stiller, boring boring hockey, bottle shock, bug, chicago blackhawks, cronenberg, danko, david cronenberg, death becomes her, el topo, festival express, friedkin, fuck, fucking motherfucker, grateful dead, guts television, james woods pulls a tv out of his stomach, janis joplin, janis joplin drunk, janis joplin high, jim carrey, jodorowsky, kelly reichardt, lester freamon, michelle williams, minimalism, minnesota wild, motherfuck, motherfucker, motherfucking cocksucker, next generation, randall miller, rick danko, rick danko drunk, star trek, the band, the cable guy, the wire, videodrome, wendy and lucy on February 24, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Posted in Chicago, Cinema, Sports, tagged benefits, dating, existenz, glengarry glen ross, human resources, leagally blonde 2, meet me in st. louis, museum of 15th century danish engineering, single life, soccer, three legged race on February 19, 2009 | 1 Comment »
The bulletin of upcoming events at the institution at which a few of us here at RD work makes mention of the following seminar: “Making the Most of Being Single: Tips on how to enjoy being single in Chicago, hosted by Human Resources.” Now, I’m not the type to demean those who find it difficult to chart the troubled seas of love (I’m a big proponent of lunch hour speed dating myself) but I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of love advice one gets from the Human Resources department of a mid-sized Catholic institution of higher learning. Here’s my best guess:
Posted in Cinema, Leisure, Sports, tagged alex gordan, animal collective, baseball, bosley crowther, brad lidge, bridge on the river kwai, curb your enthusiasm, dayton moore, john maine, mark teahen, metropolitans, movies, omar minaya, state and main, takeshi saito, the taste of tea on February 9, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Posted in How You Know We're Fucked, News, Sports, tagged chicken dance, How You Know We're Fucked, john madden, nfl of nbc, nfl on fox, phil hartman, robots, science, superhuman strength, that stupid dancing football robot, war of the worlds on January 5, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Posted in Sports, tagged aesthetics, air, behemoth, behoemoth, earth, Fu Schnickens, grace, hack-a-Shaq, hope, Kobe Bryant, Larry Bird, LSU, Michael Jordan, power, rik smits, Shaq, Shaq Diesel, Shaq-Fu, Shaquille O'Neal, Shazam, skill, Sports, Steel, The Diesel on December 30, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Greetings. It’s been too long.
When one thinks about sports, and particularly about American sports, with all of their emphases on contact and power, other aesthetic aspects can get lost in the shuffle. This loss is papered over by today’s legion of sports announcers, anchors, pundits, and thinkers, who focus on sports almost as if in a vacuum, comparing athletes only to other athletes. This is not really a problem, exactly. For example, Gus Johnson does not spend a lot of time that he doesn’t have anyway focusing on why Chris Paul’s crossover dribble is visually appealing, but he doesn’t have to. It’s not his job. No, the problem, I think, is that even those who could spend time writing about connections between sports and other human endeavor (I’m looking at you, Simmons, and you, Posnanski – again, fine columnists) simply do not. So, let’s consider one question as a way to get a small and very partial ball rolling. The question is this: why do I dislike Shaquille O’Neal so intensely?