Like many dorks of a certain age, I'm an unapologetic fan of the original Star Wars trilogy. One of my first memories is of my father taking me to see The Return of the Jedi at the Washington Square Cinemas and pestering him to read Jabba the Hutt's subtitles aloud. Along with everyone else, I lament everything George Lucas has done with the franchise post 1983. After years of watching him completely botch the new films and add distracting CGI additions to the originals, he's finally done something right. For an upcoming release of the films on Blueray, he'll be adding a long lost scene to Jedi.

It's a brief, 50-second bit that begins at the 2:00 mark of the video above. A fan at an annual Star Wars festival in Disney World filmed it during a presentation. In it, Darth Vader shoots Luke a message via The Force as he tinkers with a lightsaber. It's not much but it has me geeking out like those fans of Metropolis who go nuts every time someone finds an old print with additional footage tucked away somewhere in Argentina.

Labels: movies, nostalgia, star wars

Last year I went 10 for 16. I can do better this year, I just know it...

BEST PICTURE: Avatar

BEST ACTOR: Jeff Bridges

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR: Christopher Plummer

BEST ACTRESS: Sandra Bullock

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS: Mo'Nique

BEST ANIMATED FEATURE: Up (sorry, Coraline)

BEST ART DIRECTION: Avatar

BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY: Avatar

BEST COSTUME DESIGN: The Young Victoria

BEST DIRECTOR: Kathryn Bigelow

BEST VISUAL EFFECTS: Avatar

BEST DOCUMENTARY: Food, Inc.

BEST FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM: The White Ribbon

BEST ORIGINAL SONG: "The Weary Kind (Theme from Crazy Heart)"

BEST WRITING (ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY): The Hurt Locker/Mark Boal

UPDATE: Ok, 11 for 15. I've had worse years.

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My DVR doesn't let me get over to Movie Madness much these days but I did make a trip there last week. The rental shop's selection of film props keeps getting better and better. One of the newest additions is the bar of soap Brad Pitt is seen holding on the poster for Fight Club.

It can found sitting next to the baby carriage from The Untouchables in a big display case in the center room.

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I was over in a cafe on Belmont last week when a guy sitting near the window grabbed a to-go box and stuck it on his head, wearing it like a crown. Then he started humming a certain Arcade Fire song from a certain movie trailer for a certain movie adaptation of a certain universally beloved children's book that opens in theaters today. And then he started dancing.

His date seemed to appreciate this and they later walked out of the place, hand in hand.

Hipsters.

[shrug]

Labels: hipsters, movies

It seemed like The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters played for months in various theaters around town back in 2007. After a detour that lead him into the Hollywood holiday hell ride that was Four Christmases, the director recently filmed a six-part online documentary film series about the perils of internet fraud called H*Commerce: The Business of Hacking You.

The film centers around a victim down in Sweet Home named Janella Spears who fell prey to a Nigerian 419 scam. She and her family eventually lost $440,000. H*Commerce also covers different types of hacking attacks and correlating information, featuring ex-hackers, law enforcement officials and industry officials.

The whole thing can be viewed over here. Eeep. Stay safe out there people.

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The good folks at Beyond Beyond Enterprises sent me a screener copy of the locally-produced film Bumps a few days ago. I was hoping to watch it and post a review by the time it screens this Thursday, July 30th, at 9 PM at the Clinton Street Theater.

Unfortunately, the disc is currently stuck in the DVD drive of a MacBook and it refuses to come out. I've tried all of the troubleshooting tips available on Google and tonight is the only night this week that I'll have time to watch it. So let me tell you what I know about Bumps without actually having seen it.

Directed by Bob Moricz, Bumps is about a group of teenage girls that made the not-so-smart decision to form a pregnancy pact. They all manage to get, well, knocked-up and things more or less get pretty rocky from there on out. The film is based on a true story about a group of students at Gloucester High, a school in a Massachusetts fishing town, who's similar pact made it into the pages of Time Magazine in June of 2008.

The Oregonian's Stan Hall wrote a short review about the film in the paper last week. Here's his quick take: "[it] mixes Larry Clark-style exploitation, 'Heathers'-like satire and a willfully cheap aesthetic pioneered by the Kuchar brothers and Kenneth Anger."

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A 96% approval rating on Rotten Tomatoes? Better critical reviews than The Dark Knight? For this? You can't be serious.

I saw Star Trek last Friday at the 11 PM screening at the Broadway Metroplex. I was with a group of people so drunk on absinthe that 2/3s of them had passed out before Old Spock even showed up on the screen. I left the theater feeling like either I had missed something or J.J. Abrams had missed something. I was willing to give the movie a second shot so I went to see it again on Sunday (my mom's a Trek nerd from way back and dammed if her kids weren't going to take her to see this thing on Mothers Day). This 21st century Trek was better the second time around but I was still left thinking, "is this pap really worth such universal praise?"

So here's a few of the reasons why this new, improved brand of Star Trek is only marginally more watchable than, say, Wolverine.

1. It Suffers From Bay-ifacation For worse or even worse, Michael Bay has forever left his mark on summer blockbusters. It's all but impossible to throw away $10 on a movie ticket between May 1st and Labor Day without being subjected to two hours of over-edited, shaky-cam action sequences drained of drama and actors rushing through their dialog like they're running late to meet their coke dealer. Star Trek plays like it's on fast-forward.

2. No, Really, All the Action Sequences Sucked A tepid fist fight in a bar, a boring fist fight on an intergalactic drill, a brief fist fight between Kirk and Spock, a lame tentacle fight between two ice monsters and a banal fist fight between Kirk and a few Romulans. Did I miss anything?

3. It's Not Star Trek: OK, so I've seen one episode of the original show and I haven't seen any of the movies besides Wrath of Kahn and The Undiscovered Country since I was 14. Still, even I know the vital ingredients that make up the best series in this beloved sci-fi franchise: sermonizing, a sense of awe and Captain Kirk being a cocky mofo. Instead of philosophical plot lines about the future of humanity, we're left with a pointless Spock/Uhura/Kirk love triangle and Scotty's adorable alien coworker. There's a gorgeous shot of the Enterprise blasting out of a black hole in the last ten minutes that lasts a grand total of three seconds. The old Trek movies spent no less than half of their running times just getting the ship out of the damn spaceport, whacking the audience over the head with just how marvelous the model looked. And Kirk? Instead of being a badass he spends the entire movie getting his ass kicked badly. Future subordinates, Uhura, Spock, Romulans, ice monsters...is there anyone in the movie that doesn't roundhouse punch him at some point? This is the same ballsy captain that goes on to drop kick a humpback whale at the age of 53 after time traveling? William Shatner did fight a whale in the fourth movie, right? I can't remember. It's been a long time.

4. The bad guy sucks: Eric Bana's Nero gets a grand total of five minutes of screen time and doesn't get to quote Herman Melville even once. In the new Star Trek, revenge is a dish best served lukewarm.

5. The Enterprise Looks the Inside of a Cartoon Coffee Maker: It's all sleek plastic surfaces and florescent tubes. Is this thing a starship capable of withstanding photon torpedoes in the depths of space or something that should be filled with Folgers Crystals?

6. Of All the Things That Were Changed Uhura's Go-Go Boots Weren't One of Them: Those things can't be standard-issue for Starfleet lieutenants.

7. Industrial Light and Magic Did The Special Effects: And when was the last time they had anything to do with a watchable science fiction movie? That's right, George Lucas' taint has helped ruin a second big-budget relaunch.

Bring on Night at the Museum 2! Now there's a summer blockbuster.

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Here's a shot of a crowd at the Bagdad Theatre and Pub bouncing around to a cover of Kenny Rogers and the First Edition's immortal classic "Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In)." On Friday night, KUFO and the old movie palace hosted their annual screening of The Big Lebowski, a movie I now have a hard time watching if I'm not surrounded by hundreds of drunk people all shouting out the lines along with the cast.

Admission was free but the audience was required to show up a few hours before the start time at Laurelhurst Park dressed in bathrobes ala "The Dude." From there, the crowd paraded to the theater through the streets of SE Portland behind a marching band. I cheated and ran back to the Bagdad ahead of them to grab a decent seat because I am, obviously, a terrible human being.

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On Saturday night I sat through all four hours and twenty-eight minutes of Steven Soderbergh's Che and the director's hour-long Q&A session afterward. It was a challenge and a cinematic endurance test that left me feeling more than a little punch drunk. I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't walk out of the theater in a socialist daze muttering revolutionary slogans to random strangers in broken Spanish.

¿Usted no oye los gritos de la gente de Boliva? Gritan para la libertad. Coloque su capitalismo y tome sus brazos. ¡Cante la canción de las masas amontonadas! ¡Viva la revolucion!

Oh, sorry about that. For what it's worth, the flashbacks haven't been happening as much today. Honest!

Even without its daunting running time, Soderbergh's efforts to offer an unbiased look at the revolutionary's military efforts would be a slog. Unlike similar historical epics like Lawrence of Arabia, Che offers little in the way of context for the events surrounding Che's actions. The film is divided into two sections, the first covering the Cuban revolution and the second following his botched mission in Bolivia. An opening scene at a dinner party in Mexico City sows the seeds of rebellion, offering a quick rundown on the struggles of the masses in Cuba, but the rest of this first section is content to follow the day-to-day hassles of keeping soldiers motivated in a jungle.

Soderbergh, in his drive to remain impartial, forgets to make one of the most compelling political figures of the 20th century the least bit interesting. Benicio Del Toro does his best with the title role but the director doesn't give him much to do but glumly boss around his underlings, smoke and gasp for breath (Che suffered from asthma). During the Q & A after the film, an audience member stood up and asked Soderbergh why he didn't give women more of a role in the film. In his response he explained that this was a conscientious effort on his part and that everyone fighting in the revolution had family and wives waiting for them back home. Based on his research, Che was notoriously driven, unrelenting and cold, thus Soderbergh's film had to be the same in order to best capture him.

The events of the Cuban revolution at least keep the first half moving at a steady pace. The film's depiction of the Battle of Santa Clara is calculated and intricate, darting between an official's office to a raid on a train full of soldiers and into an apartment complex where Che's men tear through the walls in order to set up an elaborate trap. The final scene before the intermission is Che's best moment. As the leader and his men triumphantly drive towards Havana, Che spots one of his lieutenants driving a stolen convertible and forces him to drive back to Santa Clara to return it. He shrugs and shakes his head. His forces haven't even reached Cuba's capital and already everybody's missing the point.

In the hands of a director like Steven Spielberg, who is a master of capturing moments like this and the souls of even the most challenging of historical figures, Che could have been an epic worthy of its running time. Unfortunately, Soderbergh and the film are stuck firmly in "fly on the wall" mode. The second half captures the bleak hopelessness of the leader's efforts in Bolivia but it forgets to make us care at all. Why did Che, with his middle-class upbringing and medical degree, go to the lengths that he did? Why didn't he at least settle for a comfortable, high-ranking gig in Castro's Cuba? And how can a film set so close to the equator feel as cold as ice? All for the sake of authenticity.

Ernesto "Che" Guevara deserves a great movie. This isn't it.

Grade: C

Che will play at Cinema 21 through Thursday.

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Can I beat Nate Silver and his fancy software at predicting this year’s Oscar winners? Let’s find out. Last year I went 10 for 15.

Writing (Original Screenplay) – Milk

Writing (Adapted Screenplay) – Frost/Nixon

Visual Effects – The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Music (Song) – "O Saya," Slumdog Millionaire

Makeup – The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Foreign Language Film – Waltz With Bashir

Documentary Feature – Man on Wire

Directing – Danny Boyle

Cinematography – The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Art Direction – The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Animated Feature Film – Wall-E

Actress in a Supporting Role – Viola Davis

Actor in a Supporting Role – Heath Ledger

Actress in a Leading Role – Kate Winslet

Actor in a Leading Role – Mickey Rourke

Best Picture – Slumdog Millionaire

UPDATE: I wound up correctly guessing 10 out of 16. Silver landed 4 out of the 6 he predicted. Statistically, that still beats my efforts. Damn.

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Two words: the hummingbird.

I finally saw the film the other night. With the exception of the bird, I didn't think it was all that bad for a remake of Forrest Gump.

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As New Years rolls around publications and blogs around the world run their reviewers' "best and worst movies of the year" round-ups. All those movies that fall in the middle though? They may wind up at the top of Netflix's most-rented list but they never receive year-end kudos to call their very own. Where's a most mediocre movies of 2008 list? Right here, that's where. This may be belated but here's a run down on the ten most middle-of-road, uninspiring but not terrible films I saw last year:

10. Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull- Maybe this botched resurrection of my childhood hero better belongs on a "worst of" list but I think the film at least holds-up better than the Star Wars prequels. I'll stand by the first half, even the ridiculous "Indy jumps in a refrigerator to survive a nuclear blast" bit but the second half? Pure, unadulterated CGI-hokum on the level of those awful Brenden Fraiser mummy movies.

9. Zack & Miri Make a Porno- I've got a soft spot for the films of Kevin Smith. While none of them are very good, they're the cinematic equivalent of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. Zack and Miri is almost completely forgettable but I think the ending makes it worth a look.

8. Quantum of Solace- Further proof that shaky-cam, quick-cut action sequences need to wind up in the same cinematic technique garbage bin as jump cuts and painted backdrops. That scene on the rooftops in Spain? Completely incoherent. Even a tired cliche like James Bond deserves better.
A huge letdown from the promise of Casino Royale but it still had some great moments.

7. Tropic Thunder- Here's a great idea for a comedy. Let's get America's top-paid comedic actors together to redeem themselves for years of cashing-in on lame Hollywood blockbusters and con them into trying to do something that's actually funny. But let's trap them instead in an irrelevant premise that doesn't make any sense in the year 2008. When was the last time anyone made an Oscar-bait movie about Vietnam? 1989?

6. Choke- It had a plot that roamed around like a lost puppy in a shopping mall but it sure did had some great one-liners.

5. Cloverfield- Sure, it was entertaining but the last thing I'm going to do if a unstoppable monster shows up in Portland is chase after it with a video camera. South Park had the last word on this one. "I'm so startled right now!"

4. Be Kind, Rewind- A cute little movie with characters so inexplicably naive, twee and bizarre that it made you want to line them up and smack them one by one. Those homemade recreations of blockbusters though? Pretty funny.

3. Pineapple Express- Maybe my standards for stoner comedies are too high but the redband trailer was so much better than the final product.

2. Burn After Reading- The cast was great, the plot was solid but this one really felt like the Cohen Brothers were just phoning it in. The ending was terrible and, as one character puts it after surveying the web everyone has wound themselves up in, "what was that all about?"

1. Iron Man- Take away Robert Downey Jr's great performance and what are you left with? Yet another super hero origin story filled with banal action sequences, comic book cliches and generic terrorist bad guys. Here's hoping the trump card Tony Stark throws down in the film's last scene will make for a superior sequel.

Also.....

The best movie I saw in a theater last year- The Dark Knight. I wish I could say the best one was something more respectable or an Oscar contender but The Dark Knight was the film the geek in me has been waiting to see for decades. It was as deadly serious as The Godfather as tragic as a Shakespeare play and had its feet rooted in reality. It didn't have any big robots, no super-powered mutants, just a bunch of great, incredibly screwed-up characters all thrown together in a nasty series of mind games and morale quagmires that eventually brings the city of Gotham to its knees. There will never be another comic book movie this good.

The worst movie I saw in a theater last year- Twilight. Do I really need to explain why?

And here's last year's list.

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I saw Let the Right One In at Cinema 21 over the weekend and, let me tell you, when it comes to melodramas concerning teenaged vampires Twilight has nothing up on it. While the film isn't without its flaws and despite one fairly disturbing twist in the final act that no American director would ever dare put on celluloid, the creepy conclusion makes it one of the finest horror films of the past decade.

Part of the charm is that the ending and the movie as a whole can be interpreted a few different ways. LTROI sent a chill down my spine while several critics found it to be heartwarming. Honestly, I think they completely missed the point.

Here's Roger Ebert's more candid take. The film will be at Cinema 21 through Turkey Day.

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Geoff over at On Portland raised an interesting point about what impact the release of Twilight might have on locales around Portland. The Columbia Gorge's Viewpoint Inn is already hosting slumber party and prom-themed events based on the movie. Twenty years from now will Twilight fans one day trek out to its filming locations much like devotees of another filmed-in-Oregon cult classic?

I made a stop at the "Goonies House" in Astoria this summer and it's still attracting visitors. The day I was there three other groups of 20-somethings were having their photos taken in front of the place. It's a shame to think that the Viewpoint and Madison High might surpass the house as Oregon's premiere geeky cult movie tourist destination (or maybe Timberline Lodge, used as an exterior in The Shining, deserves top honors?). I'm biased though. After all, I did once break into the house with two strangers I'd just met from Kansas. Uh, it's sort of a long story.

Maybe it's time for the "Dorky Oregon Movie" torch to be passed. This Twilight thing is sure to make some major $$$ this weekend and there's three other novels in the series all waiting to be ground up into celluloid. I gave the first novel in the series a shot a few months ago and....yeah. You probably have to be a teenage girl to truly appreciate Stephenie Meyer's grocery store paperback-worthy prose. When it comes to the current vampire trend, I think I'll stick with True Blood and Let the Right One In (currently playing at Cinemas 21. Here's a link to the trailer).

Plus, Bill the vampire from the HBO soap opera? He could totally kick the ass of that pretty undead punk from Twilight, despite his recent relationship troubles with Sookie. The season finale for True Blood airs on Sunday. It's really getting to be a Country Vampire Weekend Jamboree around here.

On a related topic, if you didn't see last night's episode of South Park it had some hilarious things to say about all this bloodsucking business. You find the entire thing online here.

I'll end this meandering blog post with a paraphrased quote from The Lost Boys: "[Pop culture] wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for all the goddamn vampires."

PS: Have a happy and safe Vampire Weekend, everybody. If you're heading out be sure to pack plenty of Clamato.

Labels: fandom, goonies, movies, south park

Despite the bad feelings surrounding the takeover of Will Vinton Studios by Phil Knight and his kid, I guess I'm rooting for the success of Coraline. Slated for release in February of next year, the animated movie from the since dubbed LAIKA Entertainment looks pretty solid. The latest trailer was released this week and I've got to admit that it looks a thousand times better than Madagascar 2 and a million times better than that last Shrek movie. Plus, wouldn't it be awesome for Portland to serve as the home of an animation studio producing films good enough to rival those of Pixar?

There's one problem with the new trailer though: it reveals far too much of the plot.

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I saw the movie adaptation of once-and-forever Portland literary king Chuck Palahniuk's Choke over the weekend in a packed theater at the Fox Tower. I read a copy of the source material a few years ago and it's one of the author's more, how do you say, "all over the place" tomes. The book covers topics ranging from religion to zoos to the mental health care system to restaurant scams to the overbearingly strict policies at colonial theme parks to the proper application of anal beads to...I could seriously come up with another 300 of these.

The movie makes the mistake of trying to cram the entire book into its too-short running time and suffers for it. A subplot involving an empty lot and a huge stack of stolen rocks is never resolved and it seems like every scene introduces a new plot element. I can't imagine that anyone who hasn't read the book would be able to make any sense of Choke once a certain doctor starts making claims about the main character's long-lost father. The result feels more like an episodic series of funny vignettes about a group of extremely screwed-up people than a coherent film.

Another problem: Anjelica Huston is both too youthful and too wrinkly to play the part of Ida. She's too young to portray a doddering elderly woman and far too old to play the same character in a series of flashbacks to the '70s. Still, the cast does the best they can with a packed script and Kelly Macdonald is perfectly cast as Paige.

In other news, I'm still waiting on that film version of Survivor.

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Speaking as a member of one of film's geekiest and lamest cults and as someone who actually attended this, I'm sad to say this is probably the closest thing we'll ever see to a sequel to The Goonies.

Yeah, a Jeep Cherokee promotion so ignored that I didn't even hear about it until a year after it launched. Thanks for nothing, Warner Brothers. You too, Chrysler.

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I'm a big fan of drive-in movie theaters and there's a great one out in Newberg called the 99-West. While they've enjoyed a resurgence in popularity over the past decade they're still few and far between. Oregon has hundreds of movie theaters but only four or so drive-ins still operating. Besides the 99 West, there's supposedly one out in La Grande and another in Lebanon, all too far from Portland for a jaunt there and back on a boring Saturday night. There's also the Motor-Vu in Dallas, a small town located 20-minutes outside of Salem.

It's known for having the largest movie screen in Oregon. I've been meaning to go down there and check it out for a few years now but I've never been able to convince anyone to make the long drive with me. With nothing better to do last Saturday, I finally made the journey. Here's what finally convinced me: they were screening a Incredible Hulk/Baby Mama double-feature. That's inspired programming, right there.

The drive from Salem passes along a scenic stretch of the Willamette and the Motor-Vu sits in the middle of a large patch of farmland. Visitors pass under the screen and the parking area is almost double the size of the one in Newberg. The snack bar is filled with '50s decor and they've got White Castle burgers on the menu. Oddly, the bar sits in the middle of the property, which blocks the view of around a sixth of the drive-in's potential audience. I guess the owners assume that most of the audience up front wouldn't make the 100-yard trek if it were located all the way in the back.

Being a liberal Portland wuss with limited knowledge of what lies along the I-5 beyond Salem and Eugene, I expected to find a crowd of methheads and families along the lines of Cletus' brood on The Simpsons. While I was one of the few people there in a foreign-made automobile, the crowd was similar to the low-key, suburban one that turns out for movies at the 99 West. I was all geared up for a night of culture shock but left disappointed.

About half of the crowd stuck around for Baby Mama and I guess it's a testament to how strong my gag-reflex for half-assed Hollywood comedies is that I made it through the whole thing. As for The Incredible Hulk, I actually prefer Ang Lee's version. Edward Norton's Bruce Banner is an improvement over Eric Bana's but the action sequences were actually weaker than the over-the-top ones that Lee cranked out. At no point does the Hulk ride a jet into the stratosphere or fling a missile at a helicopter after catching it in mid-air. And if you're ever going to film an epic battle-royale between two comic book monsters in the middle of New York, it helps to stage it somewhere besides a vacant lot and the street outside the Apollo Theater.

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Last night I tried to watch Iron Man while surrounded by three of suburban Portland's most annoying residents. To my right, a 350-pound man who reeked of popcorn and body order. To my rear, a bored housewife who would not stop kicking my seat. And in front of me, a teenager who kept rocking back and forth like a meth head on a swing set.

The housewife annoyed me most of all so after every kick I threw my seat back in a doomed-to-fail attempt to, well, bruise her shins. My attempts at staging a strong defense only encouraged her. 30-minutes in, I gave up. I told my colleagues I'd see them after the movie and moved down a few rows....

...to a seat near a baby that wouldn't shut up and a 4-year old that made a game of dropping his jacket on the floor. He refused to be amused by even the movie's action sequences. When he wasn't screaming at his father to read the subtitled dialog of the film's terrorists or shaking a box of candy like a maraca, he was throwing around his clothing. After dropping the jacket, he would stand there and stare at it for a few minutes before picking it up and returning to his seat. Five minutes later, the jacket was back on the floor. Meanwhile, the father remained completely indifferent to his kid's downright creepy behavior.

I paid 11 dollars for this experience.

If I was ever given the option of scoring my own Iron Man suit or acquiring this man's amazing skills of obliviousness, I think I'd have to go with the later.

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Like a fool I didn't buy tickets several days in advance so I didn't catch Raiders of the Lost Ark: The Adaptation at the Hollywood Theater over the weekend. Still, after rummaging around on this site I think I probably know more about the movie than those that have sat through it. The first nine minutes can also be found on You Tube:

Not impressed? This BBC clip will better explain everything.

If this is all news to you, here's a quick rundown (a long one can be found here). In the '80s a group of kids in Mississippi spent seven years recreating and filming nearly ever scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark (they couldn't quite pull off the airplane fist fight). During the course of their odyssey, they nearly burnt down a house, almost killed one of their actors, broke a limb or two, learned how to make pipe bombs, conned someone into loaning them a real submarine and went through five prop boulders. From what I've been told, their recreation of the truck chase is amazing.

It's all an inspiring tale of geekery and indomitable determination. The makers are now in the process of trying to get their careers going in Hollywood. Supposedly, there's also a movie about the production of The Adaptation in the works. Until then, here's hoping the real-deal comes back through town again. As I understand it, it can only show it at charity screenings due to innumerable copyright issues.

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