this is a clip from dogtooth, a really fucked up but also fantastic greek film i watched recently. it's about these three teenagers whose father and mother have taught them bizarre and incorrect definitions for common words. for example, they are taught that 'zombie' means 'little yellow flower' and that 'telephone' means 'salt shaker'. the parents do this in part to further manipulate their children, who have essentially been imprisoned in their home their entire lives. it's a really disturbing but hilarious and interesting film...definitely worth a watch if you don't get weirded out by dysfunctional subject matter. anyway, i really like this clip below. the children are performing for their parents' wedding anniversary, and the eldest daughter does the 'maniac' dance from flashdance because she's been secretly watching smuggled in vhs tapes whose scripts she memorizes and recites for her brother and sister. don't worry though, her dad quickly finds out and beats her repeatedly in the head with vhs mitts he straps onto his hands with duct tape. aaaaand he also beats the girl who has been smuggling the tapes (also the girl he's been paying to come to the house to sleep with his son to "relieve him of his urges"...) in the head with a vhs player until she falls to the floor unconscious but presumably not dead. see? i told you it was fucked up...
and here's the trailer to give you a better idea of how effing weird it is:
if you'd like to watch it in its entirety, you can find it free here.
Showing posts with label weird and awesome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weird and awesome. Show all posts
7.27.2010
7.12.2010
there's no hope with dope or something
saved by the bell, in countless efforts to prevent teens from doing silly things like drinking and/or taking drugs, has unwittingly provided me with a reliable and constant source of laughter. aka jesse spano on pep pills. she's two-thirds excited and one-third scared:
oh and does anybody remember that show california dreams? the synopsis according to wikipedia reads: "california dreams is about a multi-ethnic group of teens and their band. the show's plots combined real-life issues with zany adventures. it covered a range of topics such as fear, using drugs for a competitive edge, falling for scams, letting greed overtake friendship, accepting a divorced parent dating, forgiving others for past wrongs, and dealing with general teen social problems." so basically it sucked pretty hard, but it was in that TNBC block on saturday mornings so i guess i watched it by default. thanks, quinn. i definitely remember watching the steroid freakout episode as a child. that's probably why i won the DARE anti-drug campaign contest in fifth grade. no i'm not kidding. i wrote an original poem about not doing drugs and then read it in front of the whole school. i still have it but refuse to disclose the embarrassing (but really advanced and spectacular) content at this time. anyways, watch at 1:09 for the 'roid-rage blow-up. very reminiscent of the real housewives of new jersey:
glad to see the war on drugs of the nineties was in the hands of nbc saturday morning television. that was a nice little "there's no hope with dope" campaign they had going. can't speak for the rest of america, but i can safely say that it kept me drug-free and off the streets between the ages of five and eight.
oh and does anybody remember that show california dreams? the synopsis according to wikipedia reads: "california dreams is about a multi-ethnic group of teens and their band. the show's plots combined real-life issues with zany adventures. it covered a range of topics such as fear, using drugs for a competitive edge, falling for scams, letting greed overtake friendship, accepting a divorced parent dating, forgiving others for past wrongs, and dealing with general teen social problems." so basically it sucked pretty hard, but it was in that TNBC block on saturday mornings so i guess i watched it by default. thanks, quinn. i definitely remember watching the steroid freakout episode as a child. that's probably why i won the DARE anti-drug campaign contest in fifth grade. no i'm not kidding. i wrote an original poem about not doing drugs and then read it in front of the whole school. i still have it but refuse to disclose the embarrassing (but really advanced and spectacular) content at this time. anyways, watch at 1:09 for the 'roid-rage blow-up. very reminiscent of the real housewives of new jersey:
glad to see the war on drugs of the nineties was in the hands of nbc saturday morning television. that was a nice little "there's no hope with dope" campaign they had going. can't speak for the rest of america, but i can safely say that it kept me drug-free and off the streets between the ages of five and eight.
6.28.2010
helping to keep portland weird
i just got back from my very first trip out to the west coast in portland, oregon for my friend tori's wedding! between mormons, salty lakes, crop circles, a blue man, free roadside toilets, and the world's smartest baby, i saw a lot of weird shit this weekend. a lot of weird and awesome shit. tori's got a lot of badass hippie friends, and one of them even smudged me (see video below for further details) on saturday night. so according to native american folklore, i'm invincible or something. or maybe not, i don't really know, but it's basically a purification ceremony involving burning sage and blowing the smoke around people. and here i thought that was restricted to cleansing haunted houses! i figured it couldn't hurt, although, sometimes when they do it on that show 'a haunting' it makes shit worse. let's hope i wasn't/am not a haunted human being.
i also lived it up in my hotel room in a style i like to call 'home alone IV: lost in portland', only this time there was just junk food and jumping on beds and not so much burglary. although, i did momentarily consider constructing a complex rube goldberg mechanism to ward off potential evildoers.
outside the hotel walls, i enjoyed the best weather of all time; as noted in previous posts, my body cannot handle heat and/or humidity. i thrive in freezing conditions, although i prefer a solid temperature range between about 56 and 84 degrees farenheit. portland got to be about 83 at the highest and 54 at the lowest, so we were right in that ideal range. skies were blue, air was breezy, and NO HUMIDITY WHATSOEVER! paradiso my friends, paradiso...you don't even know how much i appreciate not sweating, because i sweat about 85% of the time around this inferno. i was able to really enjoy it yesterday when tori and her family went to mt. st. helens to explore the wonders of volcanic eruptions. i wandered into a bar to watch the world cup match (argentina beat the shit out of mexico and i rejoiced. and drank.) and when i came out of there i was pleasantly buzzed and ready to take on a day of getting lost in a city i know nothing about.
i stumbled upon a ton of great record stores and perused the bargain bins, snatching up about seven gems for a grand total of $2.50. i'm most excited about soeur sourire (the singing nun) because i lovelovelove this cheeseball song called 'dominique' and i've been trying (unsuccessfully) to find the digital album for ages. i listened to that one on repeat this afternoon, and i'm super excited to hear what this one lp sounds like that i snagged for $0.50 that is labeled all in japanese.
after sharking records, i hit up a used book store and grabbed some serious garcia marquez paperbacks including 'leaf storm', which i proceeded to read for the rest of the afternoon in a park in the sunshine. an excellent end to an excellent day.
top three things i learned in portland:
1) public transportation is mad easy to cheat; i didn't pay a cent the entire day because there were no gates to get on or off the train. honor system? i don't think so, bitches.
2) from my personal experience, portland is comprised of 80% homeless people, 15% hippies, 4% hipsters, and 1% normal people. and 99% of these people use backpacks wherever they go.
3) it is awesome.
THE END. oh and i forgot to tell you that i got stuck next to fifteen year old mathletes on the plane from houston to dc today. and they were really annoying and full of hormones and trigonometry. they wouldn't stop talking to me until i politely asked, "hey what's the square root of shut the fuck up?" (except i didn't really say that because i pitied them for having to spend the summer going to mathletics competitions.) NOW THE END.
i also lived it up in my hotel room in a style i like to call 'home alone IV: lost in portland', only this time there was just junk food and jumping on beds and not so much burglary. although, i did momentarily consider constructing a complex rube goldberg mechanism to ward off potential evildoers.
outside the hotel walls, i enjoyed the best weather of all time; as noted in previous posts, my body cannot handle heat and/or humidity. i thrive in freezing conditions, although i prefer a solid temperature range between about 56 and 84 degrees farenheit. portland got to be about 83 at the highest and 54 at the lowest, so we were right in that ideal range. skies were blue, air was breezy, and NO HUMIDITY WHATSOEVER! paradiso my friends, paradiso...you don't even know how much i appreciate not sweating, because i sweat about 85% of the time around this inferno. i was able to really enjoy it yesterday when tori and her family went to mt. st. helens to explore the wonders of volcanic eruptions. i wandered into a bar to watch the world cup match (argentina beat the shit out of mexico and i rejoiced. and drank.) and when i came out of there i was pleasantly buzzed and ready to take on a day of getting lost in a city i know nothing about.
i stumbled upon a ton of great record stores and perused the bargain bins, snatching up about seven gems for a grand total of $2.50. i'm most excited about soeur sourire (the singing nun) because i lovelovelove this cheeseball song called 'dominique' and i've been trying (unsuccessfully) to find the digital album for ages. i listened to that one on repeat this afternoon, and i'm super excited to hear what this one lp sounds like that i snagged for $0.50 that is labeled all in japanese.
after sharking records, i hit up a used book store and grabbed some serious garcia marquez paperbacks including 'leaf storm', which i proceeded to read for the rest of the afternoon in a park in the sunshine. an excellent end to an excellent day.
top three things i learned in portland:
1) public transportation is mad easy to cheat; i didn't pay a cent the entire day because there were no gates to get on or off the train. honor system? i don't think so, bitches.
2) from my personal experience, portland is comprised of 80% homeless people, 15% hippies, 4% hipsters, and 1% normal people. and 99% of these people use backpacks wherever they go.
3) it is awesome.
THE END. oh and i forgot to tell you that i got stuck next to fifteen year old mathletes on the plane from houston to dc today. and they were really annoying and full of hormones and trigonometry. they wouldn't stop talking to me until i politely asked, "hey what's the square root of shut the fuck up?" (except i didn't really say that because i pitied them for having to spend the summer going to mathletics competitions.) NOW THE END.
5.27.2010
scraperbikes
Scrapertown from California is a place. on Vimeo.
this vid documents the scraper bike phenomenon in oakland, CA. scraper bikes are basically tricked out bikes that kids decorate themselves and ride around. sick as.
let's colour!
super cool video shot over 4 weeks in brazil, london, india, and france. all real people, all real shots, all using a palette of 120 different colours.
5.13.2010
6.01.2009
best.thing.ever.
do you like to laugh? do you also like total eclipse of the heart and/or bonnie tyler? if you answered yes to either of these questions, we should hang out more. this is going down in history as one of my favorite videos of all time. either watch it or get out of here...
3.03.2009
viva el delfin
this is not a joke! this is a PINK albino dolphin that was spotted by a fisherman. lisa frank, are you getting this?? okay that's all i wanted to say. ps i just realized that perez already talked about this today, but let's hope not everyone is a faithful reader of the hilton.
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