Monday, February 7th, 2005
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Dark Horizons reports that director Sam Raimi wants to go back to the well one more time for Evil Dead 4, once again starring the inimitable Bruce Campbell as Ash. They also get some information on the remake of the first Evil Dead movie which will not be made by Raimi, not star Campbell and not have a main character named Ash. Instead, it will tell the tale of a plucky young English boy in a depressed mining town who grows up to be a ballet dancer.
And speaking of going back to the well – perhaps once too often – American Dad? Meh. It’s strange world we live in where a cartoon about a CIA agent and his family, an East German skier whose brain has been transferred into a goldfish and an alien escapee from Area 51 can seem so formulaic. Maybe it’ll get better when the series starts proper on May 1, but I’m not holding my breath. Cause that’s a long way off and I need the oxygen.
Whatevs points us at this thread from The Velvet Rope which latches onto a single line from a Merge press release that seems to imply that there’s a Dinosaur Jr reunion is in the works. I take this with an enormous grain of salt. While a promo show or two to go along with the re-release of the first three Dinosaur Jr albums this Spring featuring both J Mascis and Lou Barlow wouldn’t be outside the realm of possibility – they supposedly no longer hate each other – but I couldn’t imagine them working together again in any real capacity.
Acthung Baby has a nice live Rachael Yamagata mp3 in celebration of her recent appearance on The OC. Is she making meowing noises at the end of the song? Looking at that pic on his site, I can officially say that Mischa Barton creeps me the fuck out. And not just because she was the vomiting dead girl in The Sixth Sense, and I think that alone is plenty of reason to find someone creepy.
No time to go through that SxSW list yet. This week, I hope.
This past weekend has left me a wee bit discombobulated – besides going out Friday night, I went out to St Catherines on Saturday to celebrate by friend Chris’ 30th birthday. His is the first domino of birthdays that sees all my friends at my age stepping gingerly into their thirties. Ironically, we celebrated by carrying on pretty much as we did about a decade ago in undergrad. I’m talking drinking to excess and beyond, wandering about in the cold going to awful clubs, going home and deciding to watch Old School at three in the morning, sleeping on a horribly uncomfortable hardwood floor… Yes, I am far too old for this shit but it’s fun to forget that every once in a while. Oh, and on the drive home the next morning, the radio was carrying on with some awful retro “1994 weekend” theme which was basically the soundtrack of first-year university. Old old old.
np – Six By Seven / :04