“Silver Shamrock Commercial” - Halloween 3: Season of the Witch
Just so you have this insidious jingle rattling around in your head while you sort your candy later tonight. This faux spot was the most <sarcasm>frightening</sarcasm> thing about the 1982 flick, hands down. Er-ee-er-ee-er-ee-er-ee…
You’re welcome.
Studio marketing departments need not apply. (via)


(Images: Dangerous Minds)

Bringing the drive-in back to L.A., one food truck at a time.
Recent awareness of the L.A. River’s other virtues brought one of my favorite crime thrillers rushing back to the mental fore.
Sure, Friedkin went back to “The French Connection” case file, but L.A. needed to break free of its slow-burn noir reputation.

“To Live and Die in L.A.” (1985)
And yes, the Wang Chung soundtrack is still good.
What’s left of Saul Bass’ movie posters on today’s DVD packaging
Designer Christian Annyas explores how studio marketing departments fucked up a master’s work. (via)



(Images: Christian Annyas)

Important films? Uh, yeah. Want to know what life in New York City is about, watch Lumet’s work.
Exploration of the human condition… unconditionally.
“Captain America: The First Avenger” Trailer
Consider me drafted for service this summer. Let’s hope the script is as special as the effects and the art direction.
Just in time for Hollywood’s summer blockbuster season…
New article picks up where an older article about a study from the Center for Science in the Public Interest left off, which broke down the caloric content of movie theater popcorn, drinks and candy:
A medium-sized popcorn and medium soda at the nation’s largest movie chain pack the nutritional equivalent of three Quarter Pounders topped with 12 pats of butter…
It seems the major theater chains are pushing back hard on moves to compel them to publish nutritional information about their snacks for their customers.

It’s painful enough that the movie-viewing staple (along with everything else behind the glass in your local theater’s finger-smudged concession counter) nearly costs a car payment, what, with our sputtering, ethanol-subsidized economy.
I figure, as long as multiplexers are intent on clogging my arteries, they should install McDonald’s kiosks and let me order the genuine article.

Okay, M. Night… The Industry’s given you every opportunity to bow out gracefully. The Box Office tried to let you down gently.
But now, the situation’s degenerated into an awkward, uncomfortable episode of AUTEUR INTERVENTION.
You’ve gotten your award.
Time to shut it down.