Letters to the Editor Mickey McVay
Two April 27 letters (“No fooling mother nature,” Ron Ferrell; “Cutting up,” Hannah Harder) to Oklahoma Gazette bemoaned fossil fuels and nuclear-generated electricity.
For those of you who recall their performance at this year’s Norman Music Festival, Japanese anime/cartoon/metal-ish band Peelander-Z provided a batshit-insane hour’s worth of crowd-interactive entertainment that included human bowling, a giant squid and choreographed dancing. It was hilarious and somewhat terrifying.
Opolis announced Peelander’s mighty return to Norman yesterday on its Facebook page. I tremble at the thought of those three little men performing in a tiny, enclosed space so close to my home. The show’s set for Sept. 10th. You can watch the band’s “interview” at NMF3 below. Also be sure to check out the end of the songs “Tacos, Tacos, Tacos” and “So Many Mike.”
In the words of Samuel L. Jackson: “Hold on to your butts.”
Horror Rod Lott
Hong Kong has a serious housing problem. As "Dream Home" informs us,
owning property is a near-impossibility for today's generation of
working youth, because asking prices have bloated for up to $3,200 per
square foot. Yes, that's in American dollars.
Documentary Rod Lott
As soaked in neon as the city it captures, the documentary “Live from Tokyo” delves into its underground music scene — specifically, how
living in such a crowded megaopolis, where citizens are bombarded with
an overwhelming amount of information and stimuli, affects what musicians
make. Spoiler alert: Clutter yields creative intensity.
Movies aren't all dreary and eerie at this film festival. A few are pure
comedies, and so far, I've caught two, neither from these United
First, "New Kids Turbo," a Danish delight about five slackers with
mullets who are too lazy to get and/or keep a job, and welfare checks
just don't support their beer-swillin' lifestyles, so they decide to
stop paying for anything anymore. Not only does this attract the
attention of the authorities, but the idea catches on with the
recession-weary populace. Politically incorrect slapstick ensues, and
the jokes are lobbed at rapid fire. The quintet of rude, crude losers
breaks several rules of things you should never do in movies (i.e. kill
the dog), but they get away with it and have you laughing all the way.
Nothing gets lost in the translation.
And then there's Japan's "Karate-Robo Zaborgar," equally as silly and
satisfying. This one's both an update and a spoof of a kiddie
live-action series from yesteryear, à la "Ultraman," so the approach is
both reverent and respectfully raunchy (think "The Brady Bunch Movie").
It's about the love story between a man and his fighting, transforming
robot, and all the enemies they fight (or attempt to) along the way. One
of them is Diarrhea Robot, so named because of ... well, you'll see
when this hits USA DVD before long. —Rod Lott