I went to the Barbican to spend a few hours at the Watch Me Move: The Animation Show last weekend, and it was a thoroughly entertaining way to spend a few hours. If you live in or around London you have to go see it (it’s on until 11 September) – the exhibition space itself is beautiful and thoughtfully presented, and there’s dozens of great, rare animated shorts that you won’t be able to watch anywhere else. The film that made the biggest impression on me was Google nightmare Zbigniew Rybczynski’s Oscar-winning Tango, but unfortunately the film is currently unavailable on YouTube or Vimeo. I will try to locate a copy soon, however.
I met the news that Evil Dead is going to be sequelised/remade/rebooted this week with a depressing apathy, considering I would have as early as a couple of years ago been feverishly excited at the prospect of a new Evil Dead film. Unfortunately the announcement left me a bit cold, probably for the following reasons:
So this Short Friday will be a little different, obviously.
I uploaded a mash-up I had created of moments culled from movies that center around tense, unconsummated male romances to YouTube on Monday, and thanks to some high profile supporters, it seems that 'Broments in Love' (kudos to Edgar Wright for the title, by the way) has gone viral – maybe we’re not talking 'Outbreak' viral just yet, but 28,000 views in under four days is at least enough to give you a migraine and the shits for a while.
On the YouTube page there have been few requests for the list of films used in the clip, so without further ado, here they are (in order):
One of the best kept secrets in comedy (certainly in the UK, where much of their work has never been shown) is the PFFR collective, a New York based art/music/comedy collective that consistently produces some of the most uncompromisingly weird material to be found anywhere. Founded on the writing partnership between Vernon Chatman and John Lee, with animation and design by Alyson Levy and John Tozzi, PFFR’s work is characterized by an almost militant desire to transcend convention, avoid clichés, and disturb and disorient at every turn. Insanely stratified wordplay features heavily; as does an eagerness to not so much slay sacred cows, as stitch them together into a cow centipede and torture them to death.