Yep. I’m finally getting around to reviewing Pushing Daisies. I essentially binge-watched the entire series about two months ago, but I never got around to posting my thoughts about the show due to various reasons (including, but not limited to, working on other projects, and general procrastination). But now I’m going to actually do it and finally finish this freaking movie challenge!
Here we reach the next stop in our international tour of animation with The Secret of Kells from Ireland!
The Secret of Kells is an animated film that tells a fictionalized account of the writing of the Book of Kells, an illuminated manuscript of the four Gospel books, particularly known for its extravagantly decorated text and artwork, considered a national treasure of Ireland. (That’s the gist of it. There’s a lot more to be said on the influence of book concerning the Insular Illumination movement of art, as well as calligraphy.)
Going into the film, I had no idea of its historical roots. I didn’t even really know what it was about. All I was able to gather from trailers and from word of mouth was that it was an (I assumed) epic fantasy set in medieval Ireland that dealt had elements of both Christian and pagan spirituality. What I got was something quite different.
And in continuing with our series on really trippy animated films, here’s Howl’s Moving Castle!
Very few people can deny that Hayao Miyazaki is one of the great geniuses of animation, constantly pushing the boundaries of what animation can do while telling great stories at the same time. Even people who don’t like the anime style of animation like his films. He’s the Walt Disney of Japan. That being said though, even a genius has to fail every once and a while.
Okay… This movie was weird… very very weird…
It’s quite likely that most of you have never heard of this film unless you happen to be French. This is basically a stop-motion animated French film animated with plastic toys about the misadventures of a Horse, a Cowboy, and an Indian [no, I will not call the character Native American because 1) that’s the character’s name in the film, and 2) he’s not American, he’s French, so let’s drop it and move on].
So it begins.
Okay, so this isn’t that epic or extreme as much as I’d like to think it is. But even so, this is likely to be the last summer film challenge we do, considering that the world is about to end. (What an end it will be, though! Can you imagine a better year to end on than the one where The Avengers, The Dark Knight Rises, and The Hobbit are all released?! But I digress.)
Back to business: National Lampoon’s Animal House.
Co-authored with soontobeangel:
Four score and three years ago, our forefathers (meaning, us) set forth a new film challenge which challenged the very nature of film challenges.
Now in it’s third iteration, it finds itself in being the last iteration because the Apocalypse is nearly upon us. Dick Clark is dead, Kim Kardashian is dating Kanye, and our apartment is out of toilet paper… and something about a Mayan calendar.
So, we said to ourselves, “Selves, shouldn’t we make the most of the last bit of our lives and go out watching some fantastic films.” And our selves said, “No! That’s a really stupid idea!” And so we said to them, “Screw you selves! We’re going home!” (What we really meant to say was “go watch movies” but we never really liked our selves anyway, so who cares what they think of us?)
Here’s how this works. We challenge each other to watch movies that the other hasn’t seen but we think they should see. Then we review them, and get into heated arguments about why the other is totally wrong. In addition, we have added a short TV series to the challenge and a small number of classics that neither of us have seen, but probably should.
Thus we arrive at this moment, sitting at our desks randomly stringing a bunch of words together in the hope that they might make a little bit of sense. This is most likely a fruitless endeavor. And I’m thinking about giving up. I’ve probably lost all cognitive function and three years off my soul, so let’s get on with it.