
The jeans that caused the trouble

The jeans that caused the trouble

LABJACD having a zany time
Blues ‘n’ Roots 2009 @ Fremantle Esplanade
Every year, the Blues ‘n’ Roots festival makes its own unique demands upon music lovers. Chiefly, the complex logistics involved in AVOIDING some of the god-awful acts that play there. The John Butler Trio (Christ! Three times as bad as John Butler)? Missy Higgins (Jesus! Is she still barefoot?)? LABJACD (the notion that exuberance somehow creates good music)? Paul Kelly (pass the Nembutal)? Luka Bloom (what is Luka Bloom? Man? Woman? Algae?)? Read the rest of this entry »

Was Wolverine’s “leaking” onto the torrents deliberate? In some ways the half-finished film is sexier than what it would likely be finished. Mmm, we’re seeing it with it’s clothes off… Raw CGI. Mwah, sends shivers up my geek back. Works for me. And no doubt works for the millions of teenagers now watching it (50K seeds when I peeked).
Maybe the kids can even finish it for 21st Century Faux! Rupert would be having a right laugh about that. Why leave the profit machine vulnerable to art. Just chuck it out there and let the “community” do the detail work.
Interestingly, the only media outlet that seems to be covering this story in any depth is the NY Times. I looked at Variety and (incredibly) couldn’t find it in the “news” listing. It’s a huge story, even if it doesn’t turn out to be deliberately leaked. No News Ltd coverage, unsurprisingly. Liev Schreiber’s great BTW.

“Australia fires claim more lives”

“Australia police target arsonists”
These two headlines are from the BBC News website. OK, I can hear you now. “Yeah, there’s an “N” missing from Australia, but geez Will, why be such a pedant about spelling and grammar?” Read the rest of this entry »

When I was young it was pretty simple to find a girlfriend. You went to the pub, spotted someone you fancied, bought a jug of beer and yelled unintelligibly at each other over the noise the band was making. Then, if you were lucky, she’d come back to your house for some bongs, you’d have bad sex and then she’d move all her stuff into your place the next day. Read the rest of this entry »

“West Australian Editor Dumped” reports Fairfax’s Schadenfreude Times; alongside a riveting article about a maverick cigarette butt. Well, that’s a fackin’ start, eh (er, the dumping, not the butt)? Now, Mr K. Stokes, can we pretty fackin’ please do something about Pam Casellas? Read the rest of this entry »

The new Wheel of Perth provides an interesting insight into the inept and unimaginative planning that our governing bodies at state and local level are famous for. While there’s nothing wrong with slavishly copying the London Eye tourist wheel, Perth Mayor Lisa Scaffidi should have considered whether there is actually anything worth seeing from a much smaller one perched on the edge of the Swan River. Read the rest of this entry »

Why don't I believe this?
Vicky Cristina Barcelona @ Greater Union Innaloo Megaplex
I know, I know. I’ve complained about my local cinema’s lack of technical chops before. But I’m growing increasingly convinced that the Greater Union Innaloo Megaplex is some kind of remedial workshop for failed hedge fund managers. What other explanation could there be for advertising incorrect start times for a movie? It’s not an airline, it’s a cinema, for godsakes. Presumably, one knows how long the movie runs for, the time the ads take, how long it takes to do a perfunctory “clean-up.” Why then at the advertised start time, is the previous session still running? How hard can this be to get right? Read the rest of this entry »

Spazzed all your money on the share market and don’t have enough for fancy Christmas booze? Don’t panic! We proudly present our TRIED AND TESTED Australianised METRIC recipe for the delicious but apostrophe challenged Baileys Oirish Crème that is guaranteed to put Aunty Flo into a coma without fuss and quickly thrust other family members to undreamt of levels of festive domestic violence. Read the rest of this entry »

Bright young things
Fear, Love and Idiosyncrasies
New works by Linda Skrolys and Russell Sheridan
Dardanup, home to artists Linda Skrolys and Russell Sheridan, also hosts the annual Bull and Barrel Festival, where punters can commune intimately with 3 trillion blowflies while wandering aimlessly around a paddock eating roast beef rolls and drinking indifferent wines. The festival culminates after the sun sets with the ritualistic burning of a huge wooden statue of a bull – think The Wicker Man, but somewhat less exciting as there isn’t a policeman trapped inside. Read the rest of this entry »

punters
When I was studying tavernology at UWA back in the 80s the place didn’t have a fine arts department. No, sirree. UWA was where MEN went to do engineering or chemistry, or perhaps medicine if they were a bit effeminate. It was a blokes’ uni back then, sharply evidenced by the controversy that ensued when a woman had the temerity to enroll to do engineering. Read the rest of this entry »

When does fanboy signage cross the line into something unwholesome? Is it when it’s a male fan professing his undying commitment to a male entertainer (astute readers will notice that I didn’t use the word “singer”)? Why does this display on the rear window of a CUB’s ute make me uncomfortable? Read the rest of this entry »

“Baz’s Epic Gamble!” screamed The Weekend Australian, in a desperate bid to ignite public interest in the imminent release of its sister company’s $100M-plus movie Australia. On a daily basis Rupert Murdoch’s papers have been remorselessly exploiting the tried-and-true synergistic cross-media promotional aspects so beloved by News Corp’s fearless leader in a daily doling out of inane crap to keep the masses chattering over the water cooler. And with the movie about to premiere we would imagine that the News Corp film critic drones are busy submitting their reviews to Rupert and 20th Century Fox for approval. Meanwhile, the rest of the media, particularly Fairfax, appear to be preparing huge vats of cranberry sauce for what they believe will be the biggest turkey of the year. So, which will it be? Read the rest of this entry »
According to The Daily Telegraph, Delta Goodrem, our fave sort-of-singer, sort-of-actor and sort-of-babe, has just completed a NINE HOUR stint signing autographs at a Westfield shopping center. Fack, that’s gotta be some kind of record, doesn’t it? Did she have to wear an astronaut nappy? Read the rest of this entry »

Show some respect for Mr Hayes by switching off the telly and getting reacquainted with Isaac Hayes’ extraordinary 19 minute rendition of “By The Time I Get To Phoenix” from his Hot Buttered Soul album. Read the rest of this entry »

(spotted near Herdie Growers Market)
“Why would anyone want a young chiropractor? It’s the old guys with the gnarly hands that can really crack your back.”
“Yeah, it’s kinda creepy. It almost sounds like a Personals ad.”
“Maybe it just means he treats kids.”
“That sounds even creepier.”
“Why do you always have to make things salacious?”
“Hey, it’s HIS sign, not mine.”
[silence]
“Maybe his name’s ‘Young’.”
“Wouldn’t it’d say ‘Doctor Young’ or ‘Dr Young’?”
“Maybe it wouldn’t fit.”
“You’re an idiot.”

Memo to Perez: Don't Get These Two Muddled Up
Smoking and Delta Goodrem – big news, it would seem. But the story now appears to have been deep-sixed on News Corp websites (ie. the Heath Ledger Memorial Website, sorry, I meant Perthnow.com.au), which probably means Mrs Goodrem (Delta’s mum and erstwhile manager) has been working the phones. Read the rest of this entry »
What exactly is a “private” visit, hmm? But lets not get all wowseristic about this, Condoleezza’s a red-blooded neocon babe with needs and desires just like any other woman. And what the hell, if you were the most powerful woman on the planet, wouldn’t you use your jet to chase up some fun and frolics in far flung locales? And really, it’s hardly surprising that she desires the company of some real men, particularly after having to endure the sycophantic panderings of our emasculated and spineless pollies. More power to ya, sister.
(As reported by PerthNow).

Movie Review: In Bruges
Another head-cold, another whiskey-fueled couch-potato video marathon. But unlike my last bout of illness, I actually managed to watch something worthwhile this time. Directed and written by Martin McDonagh, In Bruges is an English black comedy in the style of Shallow Grave. It’s a tasty mix of violence, laughs and Colin Farrell’s eyebrows, which seem to be constantly trying to escape from his face. Read the rest of this entry »