Found Art

May 14, 2007

While there isn’t much of consequence on YouTube, every so often, you find a treasure that has been snatched away from the jaws of time.

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For what it’s worth, I think that Welles actually came off far classier than Billy Dee did in his Colt 45 spots.

Perhaps what’s most amazing about all of this is that the Pinky and the Brain clip repeats the original outtake almost verbatim (which made it easy for an ingenious YouTube denizen to paste them together). Given that the Animaniacs were a product of the nineties, I’m amazed that the show managed to cull such an esoteric premise for a short (although, given that the show managed to structure an entire episode around Apocalypse Now, one can be sure that the show had far more to offer to cynical, media-savvy adults than it did to children)…

More Zombie Madness

May 14, 2007

There’s something about titles (and not titles in the Titles & Forms of Address sense, although I still maintain that Knight Commander in the Order of Bath is the greatest possible honorific). A great title is one of the truly rarest things in literature, and it’s something to cherish and hold when you see it. There’s something magical about the sound of “A Perfect Day for Bananafish,” something that guides you into the story in a wonderful way. Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolfe? is another great title, instantly familiar, and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas catches you from the get-go. One of my favorites has always been “Zombie Night at the Gotham Aquarium,” a one-shot from the comic Hitman. The title really captures the insanity of the entire series, where anything can happen to this otherwise mostly normal guy; Thursday night poker night is almost as normal as Zombie night. I’ve always wanted to write something with a similar title, if only to get over my anxiety of influence.

I thought about this title when my apartment was completely surrounded by Zombies on Saturday. At first I thought there were just a few fans dressed up to see 28 Weeks Later, but the Zombies just kept streaming in, carrying signs of protest and demanding their inalienable rights to brains.

Here’s a photo from the early going:495643148_d7d8f59ad7.jpg

Just a smattering of Zombies in this one, but they’re all having a good time and rocking out (as Zombies are prone to do). Things picked up pretty quickly, though.


One of the things I noticed this weekend is that that Zombies are generally poor dressers, although they generally prefer vintage clothing. Also, what does it say about me when I find myself attracted to a Zombie?

Here’s when the Zombie protest started, with the Zombies demanding full rights as people, or, at the very least, chickens.


Sadly, this reactionary wasn’t having any of it!


He wasn’t the only one to join the counter protest against the Zombies. He was soon joined by a coterie of indigents.


Anti-Zombie protesters are unsurprisingly quite clever. I particularly enjoy the “What part of Dead don’t you understand?” sign. Eventually everyone cleared out and Davis Sq. was left to its permanent Zombies:the bizarre old-couple statue that I always forget is a statue.

Still, there are many unanswered questions left from this whole ordeal: 1, are Zombies always so politically motivated? 2, Can they be successfully harnessed as Democratic canvassers, or are all Zombie inherently inclined towards Bolshevism? 3, Do Zombies get scared at people movies? 4, Was this some sort of bizarre pro-life allegory?

Your guess is really as good as mine.

When 28 Days Later opened in 2002, it was the scariest movie I had seen in years. In the film, a small group of survivors navigate through an England, which has been devastated by the “rage virus” (imagine a cross between rabies and ebola). The virus has killed off most of the population, and the remainder of those infected have turned into bloodthirsty zombies. Shot on a shoestring budget and in digital video, the film successfully conveyed London and the English countryside as eerily desolate… but liable to erupt into horrible violence at any moment. I left the theater scared out of my wits (the film is much less scary on the small screen), and when I left for Germany soon afterward to visit relatives, many of whom live in quaint little villages, I was on edge the entire time, expecting a horde of the infected to rush over the next hill the second I turned my back.

Thus, I awaited its sequel, 28 Weeks Later, with excitement and, well, glee. Unfortunately, as with most sequels, the result was simply a coarser rehashing of the original. Read the rest of this entry »