The first part because I like food and getting off campus. The second because a list of restaurants seemed quite drab, and I happen to be in the mood for role-play.
Stepping into the Chappie offices isn’t unlike setting foot into your older brother’s room. A really weird, cool older brother. In the small, square room where the Chappie regulars and their guests congregate once a week (that’s 8:30 p.m., Wednesdays, Nitery 2nd floor), a pair of battered sofa chairs face a ring of mismatched sectionals. Candy-colored vintage Chappie issues line the wall; they could easily pass for your brother’s retro comic collection. In the corner, next to a bird cage (no explanation available), is a bookcase of Chappie-themed memorabilia: a few cans that once held “Chappi” brand dog food, a framed photograph of Die Antwoord’s badass emcee Yolandi Visser showing off a “Chappie” tattoo on her forearm, another framed photograph of the crew crashing Kirsten Dunst’s birthday. Yes, they did that.
It’s a Thursday night, and you have three hours to kill. First, that’s a miracle. Really, you should check that out. Second, you find yourself on Netflix craving something a little more substantial than “No Strings Attached.” The “critically-acclaimed foreign drama” box is staring into your soul, saying, “If you don’t watch one of my subtitled guerrilla documentaries, you’re pretty much admitting you don’t have an attention span.” One more episode of “Modern Family” and you definitely don’t…that’s it…don’t you go to Hulu…aw, shoot.
Dear Hollywood, make better college movies. Well, actually, that should be “Dear Hollywood, make better movies, period,” but we’ll settle for baby steps. Why is it that so many movies about the fabled “Row” suck? Why does a movie like “National Lampoon’s Dorm Daze 2” exist? If I ruled the world…
It begins with a sleek intro set to Karen O.’s cover of Led Zeppelin’s “Immigrant Song.” Black oil slicks down a woman’s body. She begins kissing a man, oil envelopes the two of them and they burst into flames. A bird flaps its flaming wings. Insects crawl out of her mouth. As the final chords rage, things burn and smolder. If you’ve read the books, it’s metaphorical, but more importantly, it’s stylish, edgy, inventive–everything you want to see in an adaptation of “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” by David Fincher.
At some point as I sat watching “The Adventures of Tintin,” I realized what a weird brand of humor I was raised on. Think of the “Rock Bottom” episode in “Spongebob Squarepants.” Or any episode of “Spongebob.” Or the very concept of a talking sponge…that wears pants…and lives in a pineapple.