In five venues across Miami a festival of films will come and go without notice. The Miami International Film Festival is screening 115 films until Sunday, March 14th. That means there’s still time for you to step out of the land of the unknowing! I’ve yet to meet a person who knows about MIFF or who’s been enthused enough to see a film.
Here’s what you’re missing out on… 45 countries are represented in the film collection with many of them premieres and highly acclaimed. You may even see a face or two you may know like Andy Garcia, Julianna Margulies and Amanda Peet. Most of the actors you won’t know, some languages you won’t understand (don’t worry there are subtitles!) and none of them will likely be showing at your local cinema again.
The genres, topics and styles of the films vary greatly. Maybe you want to know more about the lives of Hugh Hefner or Pablo Escobar? You could be surprised by the story of male prostitution in Cuba. It’s possible you’d like to see what the director of Kids is up to these days. There’s a flavor for every taste. For all those aspiring film makers there are also free seminars offering insight and film-making knowledge.
Go read some reviews. Watch a couple of trailers. Talk to some film fanatics. You can only sit around talking about Avatar for so long. Expand your horizons a little and I think you’ll be “reel” surprised. Feel free to email me for suggestions. I’ll be postings reviews about the films I’ve seen on my personal blog.
Kees van Dijkhuizen brings us the sequel to last years video. 1 Year, 342 Movies, 12 Months of hard work, 7 Minutes. 2009 proved that innovation is rewarded, and for that reason, I’ve decided no film should be left behind. I’ve nearly tripled the amount of footage used in 2008: A Tribute To The Movies. This project was purely non-profit and not aimed at breaking copyright laws…. Just sayin’
Here’s a list of all the films, so you can instantly bash me here if I missed one: CLICK THIS
Posted by Goobs On December - 7 - 2009ADD COMMENTS
Hilton Carter. www.HiltonCarter.com and www.Fresh-Kill.com
So I caught up with Hilton Carter, acclaimed director and man behind Fresh Kill, on Saturday…the morning after the Baltimore screening for his short film, MOTH. Mr. Carter had good things to say.
*He said the screening went well and that he got good feedback and criticism from the folks who went.
*He will be “tightening up some things” in the film and then shipping it off to many a film festival.
*There might be a film fest here, in Miami, that might just show MOTH, so we will keep you posted so we can all peep it together.(I’ll bring the antisteez popcorn!)
*He said that your girl goobs was brilliant and that when I decide to run for president, he will do a documentary on me.
*(Okay that last one was a lie, but a girl can dream. lol)
When we ran theoriginal interview piece with Hilton, we omitted the FIVE QUESTIONS WITH GOOBS portion so that we could post it after his film screened. SO, now is the time for it to air and I would just like to apologize, beforehand, for the moment around the 4:50 mark where I sing.
Posted by Goobs On December - 3 - 2009ADD COMMENTS
Filmmaker Hilton Carter. His film, Moth, screens on Friday, Dec. 4th at the Maryland Institute College of Art (MICA). For more info go to www.mica.edu. Illustration by: Erin Fitzpatrick www.fitzbomb.com
Visual media is a powerful thing. The ability to communicate to the masses in the sparsity of a few-seconds’ glance or in the expanse of hours-long, rapt attention, takes some serious mojo. It’s a power that can move us to laugh, to think, to weep, to reminisce and to conjure up a firm belief in what our eyes are being dazzled by. The right imagery can be a resounding call to action that moves you to emote and do everything from fight injustice to shop for the right automobile. So it should not come as a surprise that creating within the realm of the visual takes incredible skill. Talent. Creativity. Timing. Genius.
And probably vast amounts of caffeine. Just sayin’…
It should also be noted that he who wields that power has a great responsibility to you and I. A great filmmaker must touch us with pictures and that requires a connection and intimacy. He gets inside our personal space and into our minds and hearts. He must speak to us his vision and his story and capture us, dazzle us, move us and then release us to our own imaginations. Think about every time you have cried in a movie. Ponder on each moment you have laughed at precisely the right time. Grasp at the moments that you looked away in horror, or tensed up with suspense at what might just happen next. All those moments are the creations of a movie man’s mind. All those moments are what you were meant to see and meant to know. That’s some serious stuff. It takes a hell of a visionary to fill the shoes of a filmmaker.
Thank goodness for us that Hilton Carter decided to take the job.
Posted by Goobs On November - 16 - 2009ADD COMMENTS
Cause Mr. Candy is so good.
Fat people and funny go together like Oreo cookies and milk, kiddies.
I can’t explain it to you. I can’t offer up the rationale that makes it so, I just know what I know.
Maybe it’s their roundness. Maybe their extra pounds are really made up of jokes and quips. Or perhaps, when you are up there on the LBS., you just learn to make the best of your bigness and laugh with world…because it makes your belly jiggle and who doesn’t love that?
And sure, there have been comedic chubsters who have been big and made it to legendary status like Chris Farley…(Who is not going to be on this list, fyi.) But before all of the funny fatties, before all the huge ha-ha’sters there was one man, ONE MAN, who brought the large laughs so hard that he is, in my mind, one of the best of all time. If I could rose him from eternal slumber, I would, just so I could give him a hug. He is delicious. He is epic. He is #11 on our list…
Posted by Goobs On November - 3 - 2009ADD COMMENTS
#16 probably ate a lot of this...
Growing up, I was limited in my exposure to any kind of classic rock. My parents, both severely Hispanic, were not much for the rock music. It wasn’t until I was about 8-or 9-years-old that I would meet a kid named Jared Armstrong whose obsession with Guns N Roses and Poison would change my life. It was this hair-metal exposure that led me to start exploring all kinds of rock from classic to heavy metal. And on one of those musical forays into the unknown, I bumped into what I can only call one of the most-epic rock songs of all time. I am not talking about a small song here. I am talking about a fucking rock and roll production. The kind of song that is right up there with Bohemian Rhapsody for it’s lengthy ride from ballad to full on rock-opera, back to ballad to campy intensity. The song is Paradise By The Dashboard Light, the album is Bat Out of Hell and the singer is a man so big and so mighty that they named him after a hunk of hamburger meat that white people seem to enjoy.
Posted by Goobs On November - 2 - 2009ADD COMMENTS
Sorry that I've been gone for so long...
Greetings antisteezers. I am sorry that I have been M.I.A. for so long. I would explain my absence but Lou, my wonderful blog partner, AKA my BBF (blog buddy forever), has beat me to the punch and posted my reasons for being blog-absent down there. And there is a poll. Yup, a poll about my love life for you guys to vote on. It’s pretty amusing. So vote right now. I may be embarrassed that my life is out there for the world to vote on, like American Idol, but I’ll be damned if I get apathetic voter turnout! lol
You see, Lou thinks that I should take control of my love life and do something about it. He is on some trip about me living my destiny or some sort of dramatic-ness-ness like that. In fact, we had this long and mighty conversation about it. It felt very daytime talkshow to me which is what led me to today’s fatwareness post and fatcon, Oprah.
And for the record, yes, I think Oprah is the fucking AntiChrist. Laugh now, but when she melts your fucking face off in front of the four horsemen in 2010, you’ll remember this post! lol
I am the first to admit that I am obsessed with drag queens and trannies. I am. Now I don’t want you to go off on some tangent that I am “into” them…that’s a whole other ball of wax, kiddies. I don’t want to fuck drag queens and I am certainly not interested in piping a trannie. But…I am totally down to go for lunch and cocktails. Preferably pink cocktails. Preferably before noon. So we can talk about boys and makeup and how to contour.
You see, to me, a good drag queen is the best of both worlds. Big and manly for heavy lifting and general ass kickery and ferocious and fierce for makeup application and tips on how to make your dresses fit better. I am obsessed with them. I think first and foremost because a wonderful drag queen named Diamond took me under her wing and taught me the basics of fierce eye makeup. (She called it DAZZLE on the LIDS. “Always make those lids dazzle, sugar!” she would tell me.) The second reason is because at an impressionable age I was allowed to watch the original movie version of Hairspray and I was taken aback by the portrayal of both Edna Turnblad AND Arvin Hodgepile by the one and only DIVINE…#18 on our countdown.
Wow. So I tried to post this yesterday and WordPress had some sort of AIDS and killed my post not once, but three times! (Maybe it was because I used the term, ‘Uncle-Fucker’ liberally?) So, I am rewriting and reposting this morning and hopefully all goes well. (Which means we are one day behind in Fatwareness terms, but cest la vie, I will remedy that this evening.) For now, let us get on with the fatness, shall we?
In 1997, I was working at a Barnes and Nobles with my wonderful friend Chello and we had not a care in the world. We had quite the great times working in the Cafe, making coffee, doing whippits out of whipped cream cans and stealing grinders and trading them for pot. Yes…I stole coffee grinders and traded them to support my Marijuana habit. What can I say? I was 18 and reckless and retarded…and drug dealers love appliances.
So, it was on one night in 1997 that we were hanging out at this guy Joey’s house and smoking the stickiest of the icky (A purple haze so potent that it made my lips numb and my teeth chatter.) when I saw today’s fatcon on the tube. Someone had told us that there was a new, animated series coming on and that we had to watch the first episode. So, highly stoned, we turned on the TV and I witness the most-brilliant thing of all time: The first episode of South Park.
Now, it might have been because I was so high, but the episode was the one where #19 on our fat list gets an anal probe by aliens, and it was, for the most part, the MOST GLORIOUS thing I had ever seen. I distinctly remember looking over at Chello and saying, “Holy shit. This is the greatest thing of all time.” And so, with one anal probe and one song and dance sequence of, “I like to sing-ah about the moon and the stars,” #19 on our list became an icon. A fat icon of epic proportions.
#19: Eric Cartman
The many faces of Fatcon #19: Eric Cartman.
There are so many things that can be said about the amazingness that is Eric Cartman. Over the years, this little fatty has become a staple on T.V. There is no fouler-mouthed, racist, politically incorrect, overweight, nasty, socially inept little kid on T.V. and by God, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
His is a meanness that I can identify with. Let’s just put it this way, if I ever unleashed my inner fat kid on anyone, it would sound like Cartman. Because my inner fat kid is angry at the world, man.
Now, I am not trying to say that just because Eric Cartman is fat, that he is automatically funny, but I will say that there is nothing like making fun of a fat person and watching a fat person shit on everyone and that is why the creation of Cartman is so genius! Little, fat kids are mean, man. Hell, little kids are mean. That is why Cartman works so well. He is the true representation of how nasty little kids can be, especially when they are talking shit about other little kids, Nothing is off limits and nothing is sacred to kids and Eric Cartman is a true representation of that. He dishes on the Jews, people’s moms and homos and it is HALARIOUS!
On a sidenote, here is an interesting tidbit about Cartman. He was created to be a representation of 70s-80s icon Archie Bunker. (Which is great, because I love him!) He is also South Park creators Matt Stone and Trey Parker’s favorite character. (And why wouldn’t he be?) There are plenty of things that can be said about Cartman but, to me, the best things to say about him are: BEEEEEFCAAAAAAKKKKEEE!! And RESPECT MY AUTHORATAAAAY!!!!
Oh…and Kyle’s mom is a bitch!
Enjoy #19 on our Fatwareness countdown. I know I do…even though I had to re-write this post four times! (It might have been funnier on version #2, but, eh, what can we do?)
So if I’m not mistaken, this mask is to help him breathe. With all the technology put into this mask and all the gadgets and shit, dude still has a respiratory problem? I sure hope this isn’t the future. I smoke, I think I prefer the little vocoder machine that attaches to your throat. It just sounds cooler. Also, I would probably want to work with Kraftwerk if I did have it. ::dream::
Oklahoma City police caught this woman shoplifting at a local Target with 33 Blu-ray discs shoved down her pants. I wonder where she was hiding the player.
And, dear god, lady, have you not heard of PirateBay? The cherry on top is that she was also charged with assault and battery. Pretty hard to put a fight up with that many movies in your panties, but I suppose it would nullify all hits below the belt
