Acknowledging that this movie has been out in the theatres since early this year and likely for a while now on DVD, I did want to take the time to review it because a) in broad terms the topic of this film is within my career bailiwick, b) friends keep asking “if it was good” and, c) it actually was decent enough to take the time to blog about.
Side Effects follows a supremely depressed woman through her action of a horrendous crime and the resultant trial and punishment as it’s questioned if she was to blame or the pharmaceuticals she was prescribed with. Trying to be “relevant” as America’s culture of “pop a pill and you’ll feel better” shifts less from this medical model towards a more pure and vegan mindset that altering chemicals won’t lead to anything but trouble, this psychological mystery has enough twists and turns to keep it interesting but isn’t ever brilliant enough to make you REALLY want to recommend it to someone else. Starring some huge names including: Jude Law, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Channing Tatum and the maudlin Rooney Mara as its lead, there is no lack of star power and sex appeal… just a lack of a uniquely original script.
Tell me you’re watching this show.
Amy Schumer has seen a pretty huge rising in notoriety and popularity over the last few years or so ever since (I would attribute it to) her spot on stand up at The Comedy Central Roast of Charlie Sheen back in 2011 where she came relatively out of nowhere to tear down the tiger blood drinker himself and some of the oldest names in comedy standing next to her. Her humour has been PERFECT for the gays as it mixes just the right amount of dick jokes, self-deprecation and abortion references to have us question momentarily: “Could I date this pretty, blond Jewish girl? She’s soooo funny…” But, then we remember she has a vagina and we shake off the bisexual ick and go back to just laughing with her. Amy is a clear New Yorker in every way and doesn’t apologize for it for a second as she plays predominantly comedy clubs all over the USofA and has recently forayed into the world of television with her newest endeavour: Inside Amy Schumer.
So, I own my first piece of art! Yes, it’s sad that as a 30-year old I’m still living with posters of my favourite twisted De Goya or framed prints of Rothkos, but to be honest: original and real art hasn’t yet topped my list of things to own. And, to be further honest: paying off school fees and my gas bill have been coming first and foremost so “hangable luxury items” haven’t yet seen their way onto my credit card… that is until recently. Recently, I was getting geared up to celebrate my friend’s 46th: this is one of those friends that has EVERYTHING. So, refusing to buy a bottle of vodka (don’t worry, it wouldn’t have been Stoli ;) and throw a bow on it, I had to look outside the box. After conferring with two friends for hours, former writer for the site, and close friend, Dave, told me about a unique art opportunity he had heard about on his last trip back east (the Canadian East!).
A Canadian artist living and working in Toronto, Randy Grskovic, has begun on online campaign to create 100 pieces of original artwork for 100 patrons for $100 each. Essentially, you donate $100 to his cause and he will create and ship and original art piece to you as a “thank you” for becoming one of his patrons. Having taken Art History in High School, I was always intrigued by the notion of patrons and pictured them as these larger and richer than life beings who deigned to throw money at starving artists to either own them or continue to purchase and help produce their work. The thought that I could be one myself and for such an affordable price seemed too good to pass up. Randy’s artwork is modern, unique and each piece works as a standalone piece for you to hang at yours and as a part of a larger project he’s working on. I’m counting down till the day it arrives!
While I would love to claim to be an authority on all things DC and Marvel I’m really just a huge admirer. I LOVE superpowers and adore the work they’ve done to promote the gay agenda of rights and equality for all those being “othered” in society. Don’t worry, I’m not one of those that fawn over the latest Superman doll as if it’s fisting porn (I have fisting porn for that)- instead, I love the action and fantasy of the escape. So, when I found out that DC was releasing it’s 17th (Christ that’s a lot and keep em’ coming!) installment of their ongoing comic book to film adaptations I was excited. After having watched it: i’m FLOORED.
This, I have to say, is by far my favourite of the expansive series. Not only is the animation spot on (they vary artists and time and advances always make difference) but the storyline and script is absolute. Long story short, The Flash (Barry Allen) suffered the loss of his mother at a young age- in this movie he (wait for it) attempts to run fast enough that he can go back in time to save her. Instead, he is shot into an alternate timeline plagued with a looming war between Aquaman’s Atlantis and Wonder Woman’s Amazons. I know, it sounds like a lot but it’s a 90 minute movie and worth every second of your time. The wit is dry, modern and combined with just the right amount of drama to have you laughing, gasping and caring about the characters all at once. Voiced by the sexy doctors of Grey’s Anatomy: Kevin McKidd and Justin Chambers as The Flash himself, you just want to listen to these gruff studs as they battle it out on screen.
Lord, three reviews for the price of one? What am I getting myself into. ‘[REC]‘ the trilogy however is JUST that good that it deserves the dedication and singling out. Even while I’m writing this, a fourth in the series is getting busted out but as you’ll read below, though sadly the films start to lose their connectivity as time goes on and new directors take over. Still, all in all, any fans of zombies or scary things in the dark will appreciate this series as the terrifying tale of gore and fright that it is. While I won’t bore you with the name of spanish actors that will mean nothing to about 95% of the people who will read this article, I will tell you that the acting itself is dead on.
The first two movies have a VERY different feel and approach to the zombie theme than the latest installment which is both frustrating and interesting. It’s annoying because you kind of fall in love with the “found footage” approach taken in [REC] and [REC]2 which YES has now been done a million times over now but was admittedly more original a decade ago when this series started. What matters is that it’s done WELL here- you believe the camera would stay on to record this (for reasons given that I won’t offer up to spoiler alert you out of reading forward) and it captures the story as terrifyingly as if you were there. [REC]3 pays homage to the style by beginning its tale with the footage thing but goes all Tarantino on your ass and turns into a blockbuster style flick once the zombies take over as if to say: “we’re done making up reasons to have a nerd want to capture this for evidence; let’s just watch some zombies kill some people in the hills of Spain”. Personally, the first two are what make the series for me but I’m open-minded enough to laugh and still be consumed by the more typical third installment and definitely think you should give these films a chance… subtitles and all!
For 22 years now- coincidentally, how old most guys guess I am- Cruisey T has been hosting THE on-water event of Vancouver Pride with their epic 4 hour tours of the local inlets and sounds (geographical terms… don’t ask me what they mean). This year is no exception and full steam ahead the men behind the boats are satisfying all your nautical needs by hosting THREE different cruises: two on Sunday, the day of pride itself and a third on our holiday Monday for those of you that didn’t get enough fun the day before. My best friend- and site co-owner, and often barely clothed partner in crime- Patrick, will be joining me on the earliest of the three cruises (the Pride Party Cruise) as we drown ourselves in vodka on the high seas. Christ, we sound classy, don’t we?
Just what is Cruisey T? Well, it’s a T-Dance on a boat. What’s a T-Dance? First, are you on the right site because I shouldn’t have to explain this unless you just moved here from wherever they do the Iditarod or you just turned 19. Second, it’s basically an afternoon gathering of gay men to enjoy a social where with music, liquor and a casual space where you can sit and chat or dance your ass off. Third, it’s on a boat, where, well, everything’s just better on a boat y’all! The cruise tours the impossible-to-beat scenic views of West Vancouver coastal life and offers a packed ship of hunky men in amazing moods. While Vancouver is often called out for its sketchy to predict weather, YVR Pride falls smack in the middle of summer and is as close to a guarantee for sun as you can get- so make sure to take it all in dancing and surfing the waterways!
In a recent relationship (that obviously blew up in my face), I was confronted by some interesting behaviour that I’ve been subject to over a dozen times lo my many dating years: the wandering eye of a new beau. Before we make the easy joke that I’m“clearly not enough man to keep the new guys interested”, I’d really like to ask you boys: is it okay to flirt with or fawn over other guys in plain site of your new man in the early stages of your relationship? To put some details to my histrionics, I had been on three dates with a great guy and finally stayed over at his for the first time and we went out for breakfast the next morning. Everything was on track: I was smitten, things were moving along nicely and I’d even deleted my Grindr and Scruff thinking this could be a good one. And then, he started talking about the hot bartender from the night before… Mid hash brown, the man I had slept with the night before and was about to spend the day with, started to go on about how “god damn hot that little new bartender kid from last night” was. He explained he thought he was gorgeous; that he couldn’t believe he was single; and, that he had tried to ask him out once but it seemed the guy may or may not have a boyfriend himself. I was pretty shattered.
Here I am, wondering what cute place I could take my early-stage-guy for dinner to, and he’s telling me he’s dripping wet horny for some (much younger by the way) kid we had serving and cleaning up our drinks the night previous… about 2 hours before we were naked together. Well, let me tell you: I did not react well. Yes, I should have been direct and told him that that bothered me, or hell, yes, I should have not cared at all and been so confident in myself as to ignore the fawn altogether, but I’m not that good a gay. I’m flawed, I’m reasonably self-conscious and I’m not someone who wants to hear how hot you think some barely 20, south american kid who is nothing like me: to me it sounds like I’m just straight up not good enough to hold your attention. Not only was his mind on someone else, it was all over a kid that I look nothing like, worrying me that maybe that’s really his type and I’m the temp: “filling a position” for now, so to speak. Am I crazy to be bothered by this?!
I’m honestly running out of original ways to frame the titles of these articles, so thank hell the genres of the movies I review keep blending; I have nearly an infinite amount of combinations to play with! Today, we’re looking at the psycho-mystery entitled Trance (Spring Release 2013). Staring some decent big name-ish actors including the impossibly pretty Rosario Dawson, boy-next-door cute James McAvoy and the maturely European-to-a-tee Vincent Cassel, there’s no lack of talent on the screen… but does the story hold up? Basically, we follow the aftermath of a art heist gone wrong at an auctioneers hall (btw the purloined artwork in question is by my FAVOURITE artist: Fancisco de Goya) as the protagonist played by McAvoy recovers from an amnesiac blow to the head and attempts to remember where he placed the lost painting. Cassel easily plays the playboy, hardass thief who threatens to murder and torture our main character at every turn if he cannot remember the painting’s location while Dawson plays the vixen hypnotherapist who works to coax McAvoy into retracing his steps.
The good: this movie is NOT predictable and you won’t know what’s really happening until the very end so being bored isn’t really an option. The bad: this movie REALLY stretches your belief that it’s something that could happen in real life. Don’t get me wrong, no one turns into a bat or anything, but the layers of deceit seem hard enough for us the relaxed viewer to follow let alone the damaged characters of the movie. Still, it’s totally worth a view. There’s some pretty agro sex scenes and while Cassel is a bit skinny to get my daddy-fetish going, McAvoy is just enough a jerk to make my asshole-engine running! The director is the main pitch of this one as it’s created by Danny Boyle of Slumdog Millionaire, 28 Days Later and Trainspotting fame. The premise is definitely interesting and the action and twists non-stop, so, as long as you have your wits about you and don’t mind a bit of violence, this could be for you.