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		<title>By: Cliff Burns</title>
		<link>http://cliffjburns.wordpress.com/non-fiction/#comment-4961</link>
		<dc:creator>Cliff Burns</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 03:58:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You&#039;re referring to my evisceration of the movie &quot;300&quot;, which I hated with a vehemence that surprised even me.  Only fuckwits, airheads and video gamers (roughly the same thing) would have any respect for a movie so patently godawful.  Feel free to reproduce my rant, with my blessings...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You&#8217;re referring to my evisceration of the movie &#8220;300&#8243;, which I hated with a vehemence that surprised even me.  Only fuckwits, airheads and video gamers (roughly the same thing) would have any respect for a movie so patently godawful.  Feel free to reproduce my rant, with my blessings&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: driftlessareareview</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 03:27:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your rant is now enshrined in my blog:

http://driftlessareareview.wordpress.com/2009/09/20/the-art-of-reviewing-special-case-file-1-the-movie-300/</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your rant is now enshrined in my blog:</p>
<p><a href="http://driftlessareareview.wordpress.com/2009/09/20/the-art-of-reviewing-special-case-file-1-the-movie-300/" rel="nofollow">http://driftlessareareview.wordpress.com/2009/09/20/the-art-of-reviewing-special-case-file-1-the-movie-300/</a></p>
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		<title>By: kswolff</title>
		<link>http://cliffjburns.wordpress.com/non-fiction/#comment-4409</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 04:24:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Glad you said it and not me re: &quot;300.&quot;  It sure was purty though.  Reminded me of gay porn minus the gravitas and snuff films minus the moral decency.  If I want to watch a film about Thermophylae, I&#039;ll watch &quot;The Warriors.&quot;

&quot;Warriors come out and play!&quot;

Even the Wu Tang Clan are more in touch with the Western Canon than your usual Extruded Fanboy Product(TM).  I&#039;ve wasted too much time playing the contrarian to the Gaimanites who gushed over that &quot;Beowulf&quot; movie (featuring Angelina Jolie&#039;s jubblies in CGI) and how it offered the audience a hike through the Uncanny Valley.  When I want to see &quot;The Polar Express&quot; with tits and swords, I&#039;ll let you know.  For now, I&#039;ll reserve that for my nightmares and when &quot;Eraserhead&quot; isn&#039;t enough for me.

Then again, debating aesthetics and taste with a fanboy is like playing blackjack with a meth-addled squirrel.  (No offense to squirrels or the meth-addled.)

Fanboy, synonymous with the term: Fucktard.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Glad you said it and not me re: &#8220;300.&#8221;  It sure was purty though.  Reminded me of gay porn minus the gravitas and snuff films minus the moral decency.  If I want to watch a film about Thermophylae, I&#8217;ll watch &#8220;The Warriors.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Warriors come out and play!&#8221;</p>
<p>Even the Wu Tang Clan are more in touch with the Western Canon than your usual Extruded Fanboy Product(TM).  I&#8217;ve wasted too much time playing the contrarian to the Gaimanites who gushed over that &#8220;Beowulf&#8221; movie (featuring Angelina Jolie&#8217;s jubblies in CGI) and how it offered the audience a hike through the Uncanny Valley.  When I want to see &#8220;The Polar Express&#8221; with tits and swords, I&#8217;ll let you know.  For now, I&#8217;ll reserve that for my nightmares and when &#8220;Eraserhead&#8221; isn&#8217;t enough for me.</p>
<p>Then again, debating aesthetics and taste with a fanboy is like playing blackjack with a meth-addled squirrel.  (No offense to squirrels or the meth-addled.)</p>
<p>Fanboy, synonymous with the term: Fucktard.</p>
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		<title>By: Gregor</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 15:43:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve read Castle to Castle too.   So that makes at least four of us.</description>
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		<title>By: (S)wine</title>
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		<dc:creator>(S)wine</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 14:53:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ha. Brilliant.
I thought Bukowski and I were the only ones who read Celine.
How lovely to find out I was wrong.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ha. Brilliant.<br />
I thought Bukowski and I were the only ones who read Celine.<br />
How lovely to find out I was wrong.</p>
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		<title>By: Gilding</title>
		<link>http://cliffjburns.wordpress.com/non-fiction/#comment-461</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 03:31:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As you promised, I was most definitely NOT bored. I don&#039;t even know where to begin. I understand your dislike of &quot;300&quot;, and with movies that are being produced these days. I have to say that it has been a long time since I have looked to any movie produced from the film industry to evoke thought from me. For the most part I watch film for the sole purpose of allowing my constantly active brain to go braindead for just a little while wilst my eyes watch pretty, meaningless images. 

I am a reader. I prefer the images a book conjures in my head to that of movies most of the time. Pans Labyrinth is the last film that I watched that sent my mind racing with creative ideas as well as thought provoking ones, and encouraged my imagination to play in its fields of cinematic imagery long after my eyes had taken it in. It is the first movie in a long time to evoke such. And I will admit upfront that I was and am a fan of LOTR. Including its CGI. 

My husband and best friend are artists, both of them prefering the cartooning world of art to that of traditional. I am the writer of the group. We have long collaborated together on creating comic books, an art form near and dear to our hearts. Yes, I said art form. I agree that there are many comics out there, especially the over production of classics into fifteen hundred series running all at the same time in the hope to catch some sort of audience with one of them, that has helped to deepen the cheapening of comic books as an art. Manga has gone the way of many imports into the U.S. and that is &quot;spoon-fed&quot; which irritates me to NO END. But I have always believed that great writing can be combined with great art. I personally prefer collaborating my writings with my husband&#039;s and best friend&#039;s art into series of large graphic novels, while my best friend prefers writing shorts and publishing them into streaming pages within collections of &quot;books.&quot; I whole heartedly believe that it is corporate America that cheapens the art that comics used to be and can be. This in no way means that I believe that comics are equal too or should replace novels, quite the contrary in fact. I am a writer of novels. Always have been, always will be. But I believe that there is a whole other level of freedom that I can play with when producing these graphic novel collaborations that I don&#039;t have with simply writing a novel. 

I agree that the film industry is just buying out one comic book story after another and turning them into crap adaptations. Everybody is out to make a buck and unfortunately the generations coming up don&#039;t know that they are being fed crap because they never read the original. 

I also believe CGI can be the way to another form of art--true art. My husband--a fabulous artist--was in a car accident right out of graduating high school and computers have allowed him to continue art when for all other intents and purposes would not be available to him otherwise. He is able to create three-D renderings and characters that require more hands-on than he is able to physically do without the aid of computers and computer programs such as Maya. Unfortunately, industry greed and accessibilty to these programs to any hack with enough cash and no morals has perpetuated the low standards of CGI and CGI art as well as given it the reputation you so rightfully point out, as being an overused, over hacked, and uncredible art form.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As you promised, I was most definitely NOT bored. I don&#8217;t even know where to begin. I understand your dislike of &#8220;300&#8243;, and with movies that are being produced these days. I have to say that it has been a long time since I have looked to any movie produced from the film industry to evoke thought from me. For the most part I watch film for the sole purpose of allowing my constantly active brain to go braindead for just a little while wilst my eyes watch pretty, meaningless images. </p>
<p>I am a reader. I prefer the images a book conjures in my head to that of movies most of the time. Pans Labyrinth is the last film that I watched that sent my mind racing with creative ideas as well as thought provoking ones, and encouraged my imagination to play in its fields of cinematic imagery long after my eyes had taken it in. It is the first movie in a long time to evoke such. And I will admit upfront that I was and am a fan of LOTR. Including its CGI. </p>
<p>My husband and best friend are artists, both of them prefering the cartooning world of art to that of traditional. I am the writer of the group. We have long collaborated together on creating comic books, an art form near and dear to our hearts. Yes, I said art form. I agree that there are many comics out there, especially the over production of classics into fifteen hundred series running all at the same time in the hope to catch some sort of audience with one of them, that has helped to deepen the cheapening of comic books as an art. Manga has gone the way of many imports into the U.S. and that is &#8220;spoon-fed&#8221; which irritates me to NO END. But I have always believed that great writing can be combined with great art. I personally prefer collaborating my writings with my husband&#8217;s and best friend&#8217;s art into series of large graphic novels, while my best friend prefers writing shorts and publishing them into streaming pages within collections of &#8220;books.&#8221; I whole heartedly believe that it is corporate America that cheapens the art that comics used to be and can be. This in no way means that I believe that comics are equal too or should replace novels, quite the contrary in fact. I am a writer of novels. Always have been, always will be. But I believe that there is a whole other level of freedom that I can play with when producing these graphic novel collaborations that I don&#8217;t have with simply writing a novel. </p>
<p>I agree that the film industry is just buying out one comic book story after another and turning them into crap adaptations. Everybody is out to make a buck and unfortunately the generations coming up don&#8217;t know that they are being fed crap because they never read the original. </p>
<p>I also believe CGI can be the way to another form of art&#8211;true art. My husband&#8211;a fabulous artist&#8211;was in a car accident right out of graduating high school and computers have allowed him to continue art when for all other intents and purposes would not be available to him otherwise. He is able to create three-D renderings and characters that require more hands-on than he is able to physically do without the aid of computers and computer programs such as Maya. Unfortunately, industry greed and accessibilty to these programs to any hack with enough cash and no morals has perpetuated the low standards of CGI and CGI art as well as given it the reputation you so rightfully point out, as being an overused, over hacked, and uncredible art form.</p>
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		<title>By: El Condor</title>
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		<dc:creator>El Condor</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 23:03:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Final Post (today): sorry for the huge brain dump.  First i misspelled &#039;repetition&#039; but am not sorry since i proudly don&#039;t rely on auto-correct.
For those of us (and I am only a recently departed SK boy) who must sadly rely on Saskatoon as a cultural metropolis, I highly recommend an online video/dvd service out of Winnipeg (cinemail.ca).  For a reasonable monthly fee they will send you up to 4 or more films at any given time, with unlimited rentals, via Canada Post.  Once you get a hang of the system then you can auto-return online the movies you are sending back in real life that day, and you will get a nice turnaround on the movies on your list... The have a huge range of titles, both new and old, and in particular odd cult films, artsy stuff, trashy, foreign, etcetera...
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Final Post (today): sorry for the huge brain dump.  First i misspelled &#8216;repetition&#8217; but am not sorry since i proudly don&#8217;t rely on auto-correct.<br />
For those of us (and I am only a recently departed SK boy) who must sadly rely on Saskatoon as a cultural metropolis, I highly recommend an online video/dvd service out of Winnipeg (cinemail.ca).  For a reasonable monthly fee they will send you up to 4 or more films at any given time, with unlimited rentals, via Canada Post.  Once you get a hang of the system then you can auto-return online the movies you are sending back in real life that day, and you will get a nice turnaround on the movies on your list&#8230; The have a huge range of titles, both new and old, and in particular odd cult films, artsy stuff, trashy, foreign, etcetera&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: El Condor</title>
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		<dc:creator>El Condor</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 22:50:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>On Cormac McCarthy and Oprah:  First, never in my worse nightmares did I imagine to write or utter those two names in the same breath … For the sake of Oprah fans I’ll tone down any criticism of her self-congratulatory, gold grabbing, lowest-common-denominator, cerebral-virus dulling TV show and persona.  Shit stinks and tastes horrible (so I recall from being 2 years old) whether it’s shoved down your throat at a German Scheiss-Hausen or served in a fancy restaurant on 24-inch square porcelain plate (or subliminally fed into your consciousness from the lcd/plasma screen/boob tube panel).   To admit we are taking literary advice from a bloated, maggot spewing, talking automaton like Oprah is bad enough, but now one of my favourite authors somehow finds himself on her prestigious list (or allowed himself?  Shame on you Cormac, or to paraphrase Krusty the Clown did they drive bucket-fulls of cold, hard cash up to your door and you couldn’t refuse?).  I didn’t buy the hardcover version of The Road simply because I was waiting for the economical paperback version.   Now I am ashamed to buy the book with Oprah’s effluent stamp of approval printed on the cover (yes, printed, so not even a sticker I can gleefully peel off later and preserve some dignity).  This novel greets me at my grocery check-out stand at half the listed price, and sharing space with other books the equivalent of novelistic toilet paper ... tempting, but if you’ve read Dr. Faustus then you know a deal with the devil is contractually binding.   So the good side (and there is always a positive slant somewhere, right?) is that I can look forward to buying The Road for dirt cheap at the bargain bin of my local second-hand bookstore, once Oprah’s Zombie Legions realize it’s a real book and their brains short-circuit like lab rats overdosing on clinical cocaine.  I am also appeased by the thought some of these people might seek out McCarthy’s earlier works like Blood Meridian (or Outer Dark and Child of God), and after dusting off their unused dictionaries to look up every second word (even I did that the first time I read it) vomit when the true meaning is realized and subsumed.  Well, I guess I didn’t really take it easy on the big O….  My last words for Cliff is to seek solace in the recent episode of South Park that crudely but smartly lambasts Oprah as she adds Towellie’s new book “A Million Little Fibres” to her list, where her true nature is exposed, and war between her vagina and anus ensues –  the South Park creators were still too kind in the end.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On Cormac McCarthy and Oprah:  First, never in my worse nightmares did I imagine to write or utter those two names in the same breath … For the sake of Oprah fans I’ll tone down any criticism of her self-congratulatory, gold grabbing, lowest-common-denominator, cerebral-virus dulling TV show and persona.  Shit stinks and tastes horrible (so I recall from being 2 years old) whether it’s shoved down your throat at a German Scheiss-Hausen or served in a fancy restaurant on 24-inch square porcelain plate (or subliminally fed into your consciousness from the lcd/plasma screen/boob tube panel).   To admit we are taking literary advice from a bloated, maggot spewing, talking automaton like Oprah is bad enough, but now one of my favourite authors somehow finds himself on her prestigious list (or allowed himself?  Shame on you Cormac, or to paraphrase Krusty the Clown did they drive bucket-fulls of cold, hard cash up to your door and you couldn’t refuse?).  I didn’t buy the hardcover version of The Road simply because I was waiting for the economical paperback version.   Now I am ashamed to buy the book with Oprah’s effluent stamp of approval printed on the cover (yes, printed, so not even a sticker I can gleefully peel off later and preserve some dignity).  This novel greets me at my grocery check-out stand at half the listed price, and sharing space with other books the equivalent of novelistic toilet paper &#8230; tempting, but if you’ve read Dr. Faustus then you know a deal with the devil is contractually binding.   So the good side (and there is always a positive slant somewhere, right?) is that I can look forward to buying The Road for dirt cheap at the bargain bin of my local second-hand bookstore, once Oprah’s Zombie Legions realize it’s a real book and their brains short-circuit like lab rats overdosing on clinical cocaine.  I am also appeased by the thought some of these people might seek out McCarthy’s earlier works like Blood Meridian (or Outer Dark and Child of God), and after dusting off their unused dictionaries to look up every second word (even I did that the first time I read it) vomit when the true meaning is realized and subsumed.  Well, I guess I didn’t really take it easy on the big O….  My last words for Cliff is to seek solace in the recent episode of South Park that crudely but smartly lambasts Oprah as she adds Towellie’s new book “A Million Little Fibres” to her list, where her true nature is exposed, and war between her vagina and anus ensues –  the South Park creators were still too kind in the end.</p>
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		<title>By: El Condor</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 22:19:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>‘300’ etcetera:  To further paraphrase/quote from The  Simpsons, films like ‘300’ (and the general ‘disneyfication’ of history or canonic literature which makes me pine for the hand-drawn cartoon cells of old which if not historically accurate at least demonstrate artistic originality and insouciance) demonstrate the “Dumbening” effect that CGI and the general Hollywood/Mainstream film industry has had culturally.  Does anyone still read Mary Renault?  At least in her historical fiction you can find intelligent characterization, though without the gratuitious blood/gore/sex we desire (even I must confess to enjoy the odd dash of pornographic spice) or read &quot;I, Claudius&quot;.  But here I implicitly pierce the heart of the matter, and must note that the sad fact is the general populace is reading less, not more; and the younger generation will suffer for it (so perhaps will we, as octogenarians in our Jetsons Retirement Home being cared for by young orderlies weened on the sticky pap of TV, Video Games, fecal films, and cellular message texting, shoving nutritious green slime down our slack-jawed maws… brrrrr/shiver).  I too enjoyed graphic novels – Miller’s work stood out – but only until I turned twelve or so and started discovering ‘adult’ literature.  After that there was no turning back.  Now we have 30somethings (I am 36) whose daily brain food consists of pulpy graphic novels masquerading as artsy lit washed down with a gulping dose of the latest vid release, who will come across a copy of Moby Dick or the Epic of Gilgamesh and say “Oh, I read the original graphic novel this book is based on…”. More on this topic of reading in my next comment.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>‘300’ etcetera:  To further paraphrase/quote from The  Simpsons, films like ‘300’ (and the general ‘disneyfication’ of history or canonic literature which makes me pine for the hand-drawn cartoon cells of old which if not historically accurate at least demonstrate artistic originality and insouciance) demonstrate the “Dumbening” effect that CGI and the general Hollywood/Mainstream film industry has had culturally.  Does anyone still read Mary Renault?  At least in her historical fiction you can find intelligent characterization, though without the gratuitious blood/gore/sex we desire (even I must confess to enjoy the odd dash of pornographic spice) or read &#8220;I, Claudius&#8221;.  But here I implicitly pierce the heart of the matter, and must note that the sad fact is the general populace is reading less, not more; and the younger generation will suffer for it (so perhaps will we, as octogenarians in our Jetsons Retirement Home being cared for by young orderlies weened on the sticky pap of TV, Video Games, fecal films, and cellular message texting, shoving nutritious green slime down our slack-jawed maws… brrrrr/shiver).  I too enjoyed graphic novels – Miller’s work stood out – but only until I turned twelve or so and started discovering ‘adult’ literature.  After that there was no turning back.  Now we have 30somethings (I am 36) whose daily brain food consists of pulpy graphic novels masquerading as artsy lit washed down with a gulping dose of the latest vid release, who will come across a copy of Moby Dick or the Epic of Gilgamesh and say “Oh, I read the original graphic novel this book is based on…”. More on this topic of reading in my next comment.</p>
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		<title>By: El Condor</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 22:16:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Re-Posting as my original long response was mysteriously lost in cyberspace (I may have over-run some internal word/time limit or censorship demon?).   So what I’ll do is multi-post to the various topics and I hereby apologize for being a blog hog.  (if the original lost text does show up and is posted then sorry for the repition.)

Hulot and bewilderment:  Thanks for the tip and I will be seeking out that series.  Personally I’ve always envisioned you as more of a Chauncey Gardiner (aka Chance) character from Kosinski’s novel and the excellent film version starring Peter Sellers…  But while in some ways you are benignly ‘oblivious’, you are also possessed of an acute awareness to your inner and outer world that is manifested in your writing and your personality.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Re-Posting as my original long response was mysteriously lost in cyberspace (I may have over-run some internal word/time limit or censorship demon?).   So what I’ll do is multi-post to the various topics and I hereby apologize for being a blog hog.  (if the original lost text does show up and is posted then sorry for the repition.)</p>
<p>Hulot and bewilderment:  Thanks for the tip and I will be seeking out that series.  Personally I’ve always envisioned you as more of a Chauncey Gardiner (aka Chance) character from Kosinski’s novel and the excellent film version starring Peter Sellers…  But while in some ways you are benignly ‘oblivious’, you are also possessed of an acute awareness to your inner and outer world that is manifested in your writing and your personality.</p>
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