Tuesday, July 28, 2009
You know, Sarah Palin's a mystery to me. I know how everyone says she's dumb and stuff, and she sure as shit seems pretty dumb sometimes, but I mostly think she's more weird than dumb, and I think that weirdness is calculated. But to what ends? That's the mystery. I can't imagine she feels like she's endearing herself to anyone but die-hard Alaskan loners and goof-ball Republicans who don't have enough sense to get out of the pool during a thunderstorm. Maybe she's crazy.
Or maybe she's an aspiring poet. As Conan points out (and as illustrated by William Shatner), there's certainly something poetic about these lines from her farewell speech. Sure, they're funny 'cause they don't make much sense, but they're also thoroughly facinating because they clearly aspire to a Robert Frost via Jack London sort of poetic diction. The fact that she sounds more like Jimmy Stewart than London or Frost shouldn't stop you from enjoying this video.
At least Jimmy Stewart's poetry made sense.
Via Hit and Run
The Washington Examiner provides some helpful clarification.
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Sunday, July 26, 2009
I read Kristofferson's 1973 hit as more a proto-slowcore lament in the sad-sack tradition of Ecclesiastes (from the Bible)than the church-friendly (the books of the Bible are mostly church-unfriendly, and probably for good reason) song of regret and redemption most seem to interpret it as.
I mean, Kristofferson practically moans with pathological self loathing ("So help me Jesus, I know what I am") and mopes like a clingy ex-boyfriend ("Try me, Lord, if you think there's a way I can try to repay all I've taken from you"). And what's with the notion that he needs to do something to "deserve even one of the pleasure [he's] known?" So fucked up, but also truly stirring and surprisingly edifying.
You don't have to profess fealty to a savior to understand the spent desperation on display here, and that simple expression of complete frustration is comforting in the way a shoulder to cry on or a "dude, I totally know what you mean" is comforting--and in the way a simplistic "turn to Jesus" interpretation is totally not at all comforting (or even interesting).
Perfect listening for a Sunday morning spent at home mulling over your failures privately, contemplating how things got so bad, and wishing you'd passed on that last helping illicit drugs. Read the rest of this article.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Berry kept to herself mostly, but her cats shared their stench with the entire neighborhood as cats are wont to do:
"Neighbors said the stench from Berry's property travels to the road, making it difficult to pass by.
Charlie Ewing said, “(It's) like a very strong animal feces smell.”"
Nah. That didn't happen. Look at that picture!!! LOLZ! 3.) FIRST GODZILLA, NOW THIS?
As if the people of Japan didn't have enough to worry about (North Korean rocket tests, a high suicide rate, giant moth attacks, etc.), now a bunch of gargantuan jellyfish have decided to fuck shit up:
"The jellyfish destroy fishermen's nets, getting trapped in them, tearing holes and ruining catches.
Fishermen often use expensive mazelike nets that stretch for hundreds of kilometers. When swarms of giant jellyfish tear them, the result is devastating.
"Communities of fishermen and these fishing villages own these nets," Graham said. "When these nets get wiped out, it actually has this economic devastation for an entire community.""
Who knew the gummy pools of slime you find littering America's beaches could be so destructive. Of course, those little bundles of disgusting are nothing compared to the big-ass jellyfish pictured above. Look at that thing, man. It's unbelievable. I don't want to speak for the Japanese people, but I think it might be time to call on Gamera for some assistance. 4.) AWWWWWW...IT'S DISGUSTING
A Charlotte, NC woman recently outbid a Coney Island freak show owner for posession of a five-legged Chihuahua-terrier mix named Precious. Allyson Siegel just couldn't bear the thought of lil' Precious being gawked at by hundreds of slack-jawed tourists each day, so she coughed up the cash necessary and rescued the little bundle of ick. John Strong, the sideshow owner, was disappointed but optimistic saying, "Sometimes, you just gotta say, 'OK, I still have nine live, two-headed animals' and move on.'' That's the spirit, John.
Wait...what? He has nine live, two-head animals in his possession? As a service to our readers, I tried to find out just what kind of animals Mr. Strong houses at his Coney Island freakatorium, but came up short. I did, however, come across several disturbing photographs of some rather horrifying freaks of nature...freaks of nature like: Bingo, the one-eyed, stillborn cat; Sweetsie, the kitten with eight legs; Nibbles, the conjoined pig; and Mr. Rutherford, the severely f'ed up baby chicken. You're welcome in advance for the nightmares.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I think they're cool like tanks, cute like buttons, and they have the potential to become mutant ninjas, and that's really cool too. Plus, they're hard as crap and they don't run away from danger like dogs and other lame-ass creatures. (Cats aren't lame, but they do run away from stuff. Babies don't run away.)
Here's some vids that'll PROVE that turtles are the best animals in the world (besides cats and babies).
If you can ignore the cheesy music in this vid, you'll see the single most cutest animal in the reptile kingdom: the turtle. Doesn't it look like one of those buttons I mentioned earlier? It's small and has holes in it, just like a button.
Here's a turtle illustrating how tough turtles are. Most animals would run away from a dog; this turtle is tearing right into the dog. Look at that turtle give that dog the business. That's what I'm talking about.
I think these turtles are playing football. The one turtle is playing tight end, and the other one split the uprights! 4 points! Can I play next game? Read the rest of this article.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
This clip of Harry Potter star Daniel Radcliffe meeting a Japanese girl is interesting on many levels. It's got wands and magics and gifts and several Japanese people, but it also perfectly illustrates why I don't like to meet famous people I admire: I'm afraid I'll get fits of spontaneous drooling and have the uncontrollable urge to stroke his or her face.
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Monday, July 20, 2009
(Web Soup airs Sunday nights at 9:00 on G4)
I was, and a little part of me still is, completely in love with Kerri Green when I was a young man. To me, she was the perfect girl--cute, red-haired, and kind to nerds. You see, like Charlie Brown, I too had a little red-haired girl who I pined for: Cassie Cooper. Ours was a love that would not surive her move to Colorado and return to Troy, so I had to live vicariously through Lucas and the Goonies. They won the heart (sort of) of their redheaded object of affection while, alas, I did not.
I don't know if it was blazing shock of bright red hair, the angelic singing voice, or the shell Miracle Bra, but I was also in love with Ariel growing up. She was just so pretty and nice and half-naked. And she had that cavern full of treasures. I wanted to be a merman so bad after watching that movie, I damn near drowned myself the next time we went to the lake. "Matt, you idiot," my father said as he pulled me gasping for air out of the muddy water, "mermaids live in the ocean, not the lake." Dejected, I sat on my beach towel for the remainder of the afternoon, crying onto my moderately priced concession stand hot dog.
3.) ISLA FISHER
Whoever said that beautiful women can't be funny, first of all, should have all of his teeth kicked in. Secondly, it's obvious he hasn't seen Isla Fisher in action. As Gloria Cleary in 2005's Wedding Crashers, Fisher flawlessly steals the thunder of both Vince Vaughan and Owen Wilson. Plus, she is the mother of Sacha Baron Cohen's child, I mean, c'mon, do you think he'd have a baby with just anyone? Hell no!
4.) ARCHIE ANDREWS
Archie is a total f'ing stud! Who else could court the richest girl in town and the girl next door at the same time and totally get away with it? How does Archie fucking do it? It sure ain't the car. And it's not like he's much of a student. And when is the last time you saw Archie take on a job and actually complete it succesfully? I read a lot of Archie comics growing up and I can assure you that he is the consummate screw-up. So, what is it about Archie that makes him so damn desirable to Betty and Veronica? Apparently, Riverdale bitches go crazy for the Bozo-orange hair, the chalky white skin, the bushy black eyebrows, and the saucer-sized freckles. Archie, you are officially my hero.
5.) AMY ADAMS
Name one person more delightful than Amy Adams. I bet you can't do it. She was a revelation in Junebug (as well as the only reason to watch) and, being a sucker for heartwarming musical numbers featuring housecleaning vermin, I really enjoyed Enchanted. And who was singled-out as the only highlight in the national nightmare that was Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian? That's right: Amy Adams.
6.) KYLE BROFLOVSKI
The voice of reason on Comedy Central's long running animated series, Kyle possess perhaps the most impressive 'fro of any animated Jew in the history of cartoons. It is simply spectacular, a thing of beauty that deserves respect.
7.) JESSICA RABBIT
Ms. Rabbit has the distinction of being the first cartoon character ever to make me feel kind of funny "down there." Even now looking at this picture of her produces slight movement in me underwears. AGH! It's sick, I know, but look at her. In 1988, this was my porn before I even knew what porn was. God bless you, Robert Zemeckis. 8.) MOLLY RINGWALD
Ally Sheedy was my favorite Breakfast Clubber (cuz I likes 'em weird and chock full of dandruff), but I defy you not to fall in love with Molly in Pretty in Pink. Sure, her homemade prom dress is an absolute travesty and, yes, her choice of boyfriend (Blane? Ugh.) leaves a lot to be desired and, OK, sure, her best friend is an abnormally obnoxious closet case, but she tries so hard. Sigh. 9.)JOSIE of the Josie and the Pussycats
What can I say? I've got a thing for short-haired redheads in skintight cat suits who play lead guitar.
(It goes without saying, but we've also got a lot of love for close friend/loyal commenter, Gabe Sealy-Morris. Mwah!)
9. ABOVE THE LAW (STEVEN SEAGAL)
Simply put, Steven Seagal's debut film is a snooze-fest. I can barely remember anything that happened. I think someone tries to blow up a Catholic church at some point, but the explosion ends up doing nothing more than killing Seagal's very favorite priest. And how could I forget the fact that Sharon Stone stars and never once bares her breasts or flashes her cooch.For shame, Ms. Stone. Why do you think we watch your movies in the first place? You entered into a sacred trust with American males back in '92 and I aim to hold you accountable. You get a pass since Above the Law was released in '88, but you had it in you...you know you did!
As far as Steven Seagal's badassery goes, well, he's really more of a smart ass in this role. Nico Toscani has to be one of the most irritating, least realistic detectives ever portrayed on celluiod. He's smirky and jerky and just plain mean. Maybe I chose the wrong Seagal outing, but from what I saw on display in Above the Law I'm guessing there ain't much depth to that well, if you know what I'm saying.
8. THE ONE (JET LI)
I've been informed by a good friend that Jet Li is more watchable in period pieces. He suggested watching Once Upon a Time in China or The Legend to experience Li at his best and I intend to do just that, this friend being a trusted source for movies and such. That being said: The One's Jet Li is a charisma-free, blank-eyed mandroid of some kind. He's been programmed to punch, kick, and fly, but he lacks the emotions that continue to separate man from machine.
The movie, though, is much worse than the performance (I for one found Li extremely likable--but, c'mon, a likable badass? No fucking thanks.). It's boring and familar and not even the presence of Jason Statham (another badass on our epic list) makes the proceedings any more entertaining. Wasteful sci-fi trash!
7. UNDEFEATABLE (CYNTHIA ROTHROCK)
The only female on our list falls tragically short, but to be fair, it is by no fault of her own. Rothrock isn't given the amount of screentime needed to establish herself as a viable force of badassitude. Sure, she kicks a few dudes' asses in some back alley brawls, but the memorable moments are dominated by the film's villain extrordinaire, eye-plucking madman Stingray. The movie itself, while laughably amateurish, features some pretty cool martial arts stuff and is one of the only movies on our smackdown in which I wouldn't be surprised to find out that the bulk of the "actors" did their own stunts. Sorry, ladies, but Rothrock doesn't have what it takes to top our list this time.
6. CONAN THE BARBARIAN (ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER)
The best thing that came out of watching and reviewing Conan: I can now spell the governor of California's surname without Googling it first.
Conan isn't a horrible film, but compared to what Peter Jackson has done with the sword-n-sorcery paradigm, it falls way, way short. Plus, it kind of feels like a set-up for a series rather than a complete film unto itself (an elderly Ahnold in kingly regale seated upon a throne following the grand finale doesn't help matters much). That being said, it's got some great action set pieces and plenty of boobs to keep your inner horny seventh grader satiated.
5. RAMBO (SYLVESTER STALLONE)
Rambo could've cracked our top three if it wasn't for all that sad. And all the hokey computer effects. Hell, I would've preferred good old fashioned blood packets and squibs. There may be some of that here and there, but most of the gun battles look a little too video game ready as far as I'm concerned. The story is simple, which works in the movie's favor, and Stallone does little to tarnish the image of a national fictional treasure, which is more than I can say for a certain Mr. Spielberg and his archeologist friend. And I wouldn't really call John Rambo a badass per se. He's more mumbly than anything else.
4. THE ART OF WAR (WESELY SNIPES)
I've read a lot of amateur reviews for The Art of War after watching it and finding myself pleasantly surprised and have learned that a lot of people downright hate this picture. I myself admitted that it was hacky and predictable, but I still found myself drawn in by it's siren song. A lot of the complaints are levelled against Wesley Snipes and the fact that his act is the same in every movie he does. I don't have a very wide knowledge of Snipes' film output, so I wasn't bothered by his smart ass tone and his action star on auto pilot attitude. I had enough of a good time watching The Art of War to warrant giving it the #4 spot on our countdown, so, whatevs.
3. xXx (VIN DIESEL) No, you haven't stumbled into a wormhole, been torn limb from limb, and found yourself reformed in an alternate dimension: xXx is in our top 3. Congratulations! True, it's just as CGI happy as its fellow list mate Rambo, but there's something gloriously cartoony about the whole thing. Rambo's CGI explosions and crumpled dead bodies equals depression; xXx's? Rollicking good times.
And as far as badasses go, well, you can't do much better than Xander Cage, the smart-alecky, ramp-jumping, avalanche-outrunning, super secret agent played by Vin Diesel.
I literally wrote and deleted five opening sentences before settling on that one. I don't know what it is about Bloodsport that makes me like it so much, but JCVD plays a huge part. He's so darn likable as Frank Dux, a man fighting for honor and glory in the Kumite, a violent underground mixed martial arts competition that pits badasses from all over the world against each other (kinda like our smackdown!). The forced love story between Dux and a nosy reporter falls flat, but the fight scenes are wholly entertaining. And I can't stop sharing with friends and family my newfound love and respect for JCVD's naked ass. It, readers, is a thing of infinite beauty.
1. CRANK (JASON STATHAM)All hail the king of all badasses: Jason Statham! If you've been following this feature at all, this probably comes as no surprise to you. I loved Crank. It is a bold, kinetic triumph of trash and I was hooked from the opening millisecond. Congratulations, Jason Statham and Crank. You are the winner of our EPIC BADASS SMACKDOWN!!!
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Sunday, July 19, 2009
So Walter Cronkite died Friday. While I'm not quite old enough to remember his newscasts and not quite politically aware enough to have more than a passing knowledge of his career, I did, along with 100,000 or so other Americans, receive a letter from him fairly recently. It was a simple letter urging us to end the pointless, destructive war on drugs.
I think a fitting tribute, and the only tribute I can personally present, to this exceptional man would be to pass on this message. So here goes:
Cronkite's letter was elegant and passionate, and over the years he's brought a lot of credibility to a movement that's often characterized as full of drugged-out hippies and losers. It was gratifying to see someone so many people of all walks of life see as a father figure talk about ending a policy that, until very recently, most Americans felt was a pretty good idea, a fact evidenced by the almost complete lack of political movement on the issue, even after, like, the coolest, hippest president EVAR is now, like, totally president and stuff.
I won't transcribe Cronkite's letter here, but I will present my own letter to America. It'll be short, inelegant and perhaps a little crass. It won't be well-researched or really even present a logical argument, but if you think about it and you're honest with yourself, I think you'll see its merit. Here goes:
Let's stop this stupid war on drugs. I think we all pretty much know by now that drugs can be destructive, but not nearly as destructive, discriminatory, and evil as the stupid policy that encourages our government to lie to us, shoot at us, and put us in jail for doing nothing more than putting something that can't otherwise hurt anyone into our own damn bodies. It doesn't help anyone but fear-mongering politicians (pretty much all of them) who are all, along with those of us who voted for them (guilty!), complicit in the loss of life, liberty, and happiness that this policy has caused. According to any sane person's sense of justice, anyone who supports jailing folks for making, selling, possessing, or taking a particular drug and has made, sold, possessed, or taken that drug before without being punished should be immediately placed in jail. If this policy were enacted, I'm pretty sure our last three presidents would have to spend some time in jail. Dumb, right? Let's just stop it.
See? Completely crass, undocumented, and poorly written. I invite you to disagree with me. I dare you to disagree with Cronkite. Read the rest of this article.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
3.) BILL GATES IS YOUR GOD NOW
4.) GRANNY PORN
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Badass: Cynthia Rothrock
What the hell?: Streetfighting waitress Kristi Jones teams up with police detective/kung-fu master Nick DiMarco to avenge the death of her sister, Karen, at the hand's of a rape-happy, eye-plucking pyschopath with complex mommy issues named Stingray.
What's to like: ridiculous yet technically sound fight scenes; epic amounts of unintentional hilarity; a villain unlike any you've experienced before.
What's to not like: the movie taunts viewers with its cheap look, poor acting, and hackneyed plot, inviting nothing but scorn and ridicule; Cynthia Rothrock isn't given nearly enough screentime to prove her badassedness; "undefeatable" isn't a real word.
The truth: Undefeatable is a terrible movie, but a funny one too. It's the kind of film that I would recommend to lovers of fine trash cinema, but wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
Check us out bright and early Monday morning for the final results. We're counting our badasses down--worst to very best--in a showdown you'll have to see to believe. Whoa, daddy, this is gonna be a hot one! BE THERE!!!
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A very stoned Ween in '93 singing a song that features the lyrics "A ho on South Street hired for tricks/ little girls are picking up sticks" to housewives, stoned slackers, hos on South Street, Boyz 2 Men fans and other degenerates watching the Jane Pratt show on the Lifetime network. So decadent it makes me want to fart on a cake.
Jane Pratt seems to be doing a show about homemade crafts or something, using Ween's homemade music as an example, but when "Freedom of '76" finally appeared on Ween's Chocolate and Cheese in 1994, it was professionally produced in a studio and featured bottom boob on the cover.
Via Splice Today
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Monday, July 13, 2009
Listen, I don't wish pain and suffering on the teenage population of America. As long as they stay quiet at the movies and generally stay out of my line of sight, we'll get along just fine. However, I do enjoy, as Tim Conway Jr. would say, a good "teenage A-hole" story, and this one has got to be the best I've heard in a long time.
Whilst text messaging/strolling down Victory Blvd. last weekend, Staten Island teen Alexa Longueira stepped into an open manhole, tumbling into the putrid sewer below. Classic! She didn't die or anything (I'm not that heartless), but the fall did scare her a little. Some Department of Environmental Protection guys, who had turned their backs for a second to grab some orange cones to place around the gaping hole, helped her out of the sewer, apologizing profusely. Regardless, the Longueira family has decided to sue (?!?), they just haven't decided who or what will face their misguided wrath.
OK, first of all, what are you doing apologizing to this chick, DEP? So you didn't have the cones right there ready to create a perimeter. Most people are gonna see a gaping hole in the street and walk around it. It's kind of something humans do: avoid holes. Most of us do not require the presence of traffic cones to keep us from falling into the sewer. Alexa was so wrapped up in her own little world, however, that she failed to notice the abyss looming ahead and fell in. It's not the DEP's fault, it's Alexa's, and she deserves every scrape she got. End of story.
Secondly, who the hell do you think you're gonna sue, Longueiras? I could see you hiring a fancy TV lawyer (you know, one of them real slick fellers what advertises during The Maury Povich Paternity Hour) and taking on the DEP, but I'm not sure you'd win anything. You could take on New York City, but again, and I'm not a lawyer, I don't think you have much of a case. Why not sue the cell phone company or the person who invented texting or God Himself for giving mankind the capacity to create things like cell phone technology, instant messaging, and sewer systems. Or better yet, why don't you take your lumps on the evening news (because no one is going to feel sympathy for your idiot daughter, OK?) and then fade into the ether like every other family that becomes famous for 15 seconds for some ridiculous reason no one can remember a month later.
Also, I was kind of awestruck by the photo accompanying this article:Wow! India is really proud of their manhole covers, aren't they? "Made in India" is in larger print than "N.Y.C. Sewer." Good for you, India. Read the rest of this article.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Next time: our surprise last minute addition. Prepare to have your mind blown, America! And then...we pick our top three favorites! But remember, there can be only one, true winner of our EPIC BADASS SMACKDOWN! Who will reign supreme? Who will look upon his fellow masters of badassery and claim ultimate victory? There's only one way to find out...BE THERE...or here...yeah, be here...at this Web site. Um. OK. I'm done.
Saturday Morning News Bits: Sarah Palin, marital rape, racist swimming pools, dead animals, and gay penguins
2.) MARITAL RAPE OUT; AFGHAN MEN MUST FIND NEW WAY TO KEEP WIVES IN LINE
3.) BUT WHAT ABOUT THE CHUBBY WHITE KID ON THE FAR RIGHT? SURELY HE CAN TAKE A DIP!
4.) DOES ANYBODY KNOW IF JACK KEVORKIAN DOES ANIMALS?
5.) BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGLE
Thursday, July 9, 2009
"You know what I like?" a scantily clad young lady asks her viewing audience. Long walks on the beach, I thought. Working out at the gym with your best gal pal? Curling up by a roaring fire with a good book and a glass of white wine?
"Cake farts," she coos.
Wait...what? Cake farts? Of all the things in the world you could tell millions of internet users that you like, you choose cake farts? What are cake farts anyway? That phrase means nothing to me. Cake farts? Doesn't make any sense.
As the young woman rounds the kitchen counter we discover that she is sans pants and underwear. I've temporarily forgotten that just seconds before she mentioned her affinity for something called "cake farts." I like where this is going.
3.) Horrified Shock
Wait. What is she doing? She's climbing up onto the kitchen counter. Oh my God...there's a perfectly innocent chocolate cake up there. She is squatting over it. Oh, God! Oh, no!
Oh! Cake farts! Now I get it. This girl likes farting on cakes. That's dumb. And gross. But...
...damn that girl can fart! I mean, these aren't little girly farts, these are full on cross-country-trucker- after-two-or-three-microwave-burrito farts. She's brought her A-game with these poots, man. Usually I'm pretty grossed out by the idea of beautiful women farting (especially farting on food--especially when that food is delicious, delicious cake), but this is impressive.
What a perfectly awful waste of cake. As a cake fan, I'm offended. And what about the scores of children all over the world without cake or any food for that matter? Why don't you just make a video where you visit an African village and slap the shit out of a starving baby, Cake Fart Girl? That cake could've fed a family of four and now it's all farted up. Plus, most of the frosting is stuck to your ample buttcheeks. You food farters make me sick! Everything's about you, you, you. And food. And farting on food.
Let's face it, we live in a world gone mad. Maybe cake farts are the last frontier of sexual exploration. Maybe they are just the beginning. Either way, wherever there are large groups of diverse human beings co-existing together, there will be weird fetishes and creepy Web videos. It's better to just embrace it and move on. You'll drive yourself insane or weep yourself into a coma otherwise. Let the cake farters fart on cakes, pies, Twinkies, and whatever the hell else they think needs a healthy dose of their mighty winds. It could be a whole lot worse.
Now what's this? Meatloaf farts? What could this be?
(If you now feel the need to experience Cake Farts for yourself, just go to Google and enter the words "cake" and "farts" and click the link. It goes without saying, Cake Farts is totally NSFW. I haven't seen Meatloaf Farts, but I imagine it's quite similar. Watch at your own risk.)
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
1.) The Eternal Moonwalk: I can't vouch for the validity of the Web site's claim, but the whole thing starting to feel endless for me around minute three. That of course doesn't take away from the "neat" factor. It becomes mighty clear mighty fast that no one (NO ONE...not even you, Justin Timberlake!) can do the moonwalk like Jackson could. Whenever I watch the old clip of Jackson moonwalking across the stage on some award show, I still can't believe what I'm seeing. "What manner of devilry be this?" I often wonder, twisting the tips of my mustache betwixt thumb and forefinger. It's so fluid, so alien, so unbelievably satanic. The plebeians strutting their vastly inferior stuff across the screen at Eternal Moonwalk will never achieve a moonwalk that reaches the heights of Michael's, but their tribute is heartfelt nonetheless. And most of them are better than these Frenchies.