Don't jerk me around, Ron Howard

When internet sites like Ain't It Cool News post rumors about movies that are coming out, that's one thing. Often times, you can tell when it's a lie. For example, I remember a fake script review that AICN posted for Star Wars: Episode III which had young Lando and Han Solo, and an appearance from Lando's father aptly named... Grando Calrissian.

But what happens when people you should trust start spreading such vicious and/or misleading rumors? More often than not, I get my hopes up for nothing. A prime example in recent years has emerged whenever Dan Aykroyd would be interviewed about anything and then he would talk about his latest draft for a Ghostbusters 3 script. First there was the Ben Stiller film, then there was the talk of Ghostbusters: Hellbent with Peter Venkman as a ghost in the film, then the CG movie, and now the legitimate one that they ran a story about in Variety. Still, it took years of lip service to get to that point, and I'm still skeptical that it will happen until they announce a production start date.

Somewhere else... Doomsday is coming!

Doomsday is a pretty lame villain (one of many in Superman's rogues gallery) - just a random big, strong enemy for Superman to punch the crap out of. And he has shards of bone sticking out of his body. And he hit Supergirl so hard she turned into goo!

The only time I ever remotely cared about Doomsday is when Grant Morrison was in All-Star Superman when Jimmy Olsen turned into it, although Death of Superman is a decent story for one of those 'big Superman and a bad guy brawling' type of stories. Anyway, Smallville is a pretty lame show - always twisting the Superman mythos in awful ways. But at last -- the two are together as one! The Pefrect Storm!

Now surely, I did not watch the Doomsday episode of Smallville, but I did happen to find this commercial. Now, is it me or does Doomsday look more like Lord Zed from Power Rangers?

Clint Eastwood Fingerbangs Chinese Gang

Recently the trailer for Clint's other new movie Gran Torino was released. I do realize there is a lot of Oscar buzz for this one, but I don't get that from this. It's bound to be good, but a lot of this stuff seems way more comical to me. Must be it's only me, because nobody else aside from my friend Colleen was laughing when it played before Changeling. How can you not though? The excessive finger guns, all that tobacco spit, and especially the Batman voice. (And people think I'm crazy when I say that I'd like to see Clint star in and direct an adaptation of The Dark Knight Returns!)

From this trailer, the film looks a bit silly, but I'm sure it'll surpass that in the end. You know, because it's Clint. But still, he's done some silly-ish things, so let's reflect after the jump, shall we?

Um, did Superman and Lois just uh.....

Wednesday is probably the most notable day in my week because it's when comic books come out. Today I was reading Superman #679, and DC has been giving me high hopes for this new writer on the book because he's apparently been working closely with Man-god Geoff Johns, but there was something strange a-brewing in the latest issue.

Usually it's hard to avoid looking at a splash page or a half page panel before getting the whole picture. This is one instance where it was particularly gross. The last panel of the second page was this, and again, since the panel is so big this is the only thing I saw:

So I see that image and my inner monologue voice changes to that of Stan Hooper, a character Norm MacDonald plays on his comedy album who works at the Daily Planet in a sketch. Stan Hooper is in my head saying, "So.. those are some nice underwear you've got there, Lois."

But something more is amiss here....

"I'm Wilford Brimley. I love my flowers."

Today I was walking down Bleecker Street when some fellow walked past me with an amusing shirt featuring an illustration of Wilford Brimley that simply read "Diabeetus." And yes, it made me laugh, but my friends and I were laughing at Wilford Brimley long before that. See, back in the day we'd sit around watching Viva Variety and await commercials with Mr. Brimley selling a gardening tool called the Leverage Digger, proclaiming "Hi folks. I'm Wilford Brimley. I love m'flowers." Dick Clark was in another one that was pretty good where he sold Isis Cellular Phones, harkening "Pick up the phone, America -- it's for you!" And of course I can't forget the infomercials of crazy-ass Jay Kordich (pictured above with his woman) and his Juiceman Juicers, which promised immortality. They never explicitly proimsed eternal life, but given that Kordich, the Juiceman's inventer, is probably old enough to have surfed in the killer waves that resulted in Moses parting the Red Sea, I've always been under that impression.

Anyway, all this reminiscing made me have an epiphany: "My friends and I are ten years more advanced than the rest of the world."

I don't envy this kid very much

My friend Heather recently put an amusing screen cap on her blog of a crazy looking kid from a Kidz Bop video (which you may take a look at here), and it made me think of some of these people who I'd be really embarrassed to be if I happened to get caught in a funny-looking position on a national level program. Remember that girl in the audience who cried through an entire episode of American Idol because she just really, really liked Sanjay? And remember that one other guy who cried on the season finale of American Idol one year? I don't even watch the show and I know about that.

But for some reason, before I even thought of that show, looking at Kidz Bop Kid made me think of this one kid who was just really overwhelmed at Wrestlemania 7, who you shall see after the jump.