Ghostbusters 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..... and not the video game!

Early confirmations of steps moving forward in the production of a new entry into the Ghostbusters series has been vocalized. Harold Ramis has submitted his screenplay (I believe co-written by Dan Akroyd) to vested parties. Word is Judd Apatow would produce with the the original director, Ivan Reitman, manning the cannons. Harold Ramis stated that Venkman would return in all his glory, even though Bill Murray has been not so accommodating in the past. However, he agreed to lend his voice to the forthcoming videogame! More than I can say for Sigourney Weaver, who thought it was blasphemous to be a part of a videogame mock-up. I guess she though Alien 4 was a serious Golden Globe contender.

The plot, from what Dan Akroyd described years ago for a third GB, deals with the team of guileless paranormal investigators going through a gate to Hell. Once in Hell they realize that they are just back in NYC again. Except.... everything that NYC grates on people with has been manifested to ridiculous proportions. Gridlock, hazardous cabbies, mystery meat venders, etc.,etc.

Now, keep in mind that that was years ago that he stated this. And they (Ramis and Akroyd) wrote a script specifically for the new videogame. And that this new story seems to be a tad different. Supposedly, the aged Ghostbusters might be training new recruits for the third outing. With Apatow on board, it could be assumed that anyone from Paul Rudd to Seth Rogen to Will Ferrell could be taking on the business of learning the trade. Who knows, but it sure is exciting for a guy who still has the Ghostbusters Firehouse in firm lock-up.

Wonder what some of your thoughts might be? I know I'm fucking excited they are going to have the original team return (yes, Ernie Hudson). Fuck Sigourney Weaver though. Actually, no, I'd like her to come back too. She's only essential for nostalgic sake.

"No Dana. There is only Zuel!"
"Viggo, the master of evil, trying to battle my boys; that's not legal!"

Look out for The Donald, SNL ladies, Superman, and....Downtown Julie Brown?

Zak and Miri Make a Porno Trailer

Kevin Smith is either hit or miss with me, and that probably is well shared sentiment. Dogma is the greatest offering of his even though it's a tad in love with it's verbosity. Clerks II just was too cheesy. Sorry everybody.

But here comes Zak and Miri Make a Porno! Kevin Smith's new movie was filmed in my favorite smokestack, Pittsburgh, and it looks like it'll score big. Seems that with Seth Rogen showing up Kevin Smith might've decided to relax his reigns on traditional scene blocking. Hopefully, it skirts the wave Apatow-esque comedy and falls in to it's own niche.

I don't know why the red band trailer is at AskMen.com but it is. Check it out, Star Whores!

Time to feel sad.......aaaaaahhhh......

Absolutely magnificent bender of a song here. Ignore the crazy bitch hoppin' around like she thinks she's entertaining. Thanks to SPIN for the heads up on hot MP3's section.


Close your eyes and enjoy the song. Forget Magnolia too.

Time to feel good.....aaaaahhhhhh......

Hey, everybody!

I found an awesome new haircut and wardrobe for you guys that'll definitely get you noticed by the execs around the office.....


And here is a guy who really knows how to have good time in front of a blue screen...


If it wasn't for Jared Leto the sacred art of guy-liner would be lost amongst the embers of another imploded decade.

Hey, Courtney Cox!

Electro, simply

Electro (French specifically), simply is Trent Reznor's early 90's audible drill being shoved through a gauntlet of molestating, Solid-Gold era beats.

Mmmm, That's that.

-Damonster

The Black Kids are Vanilla

The Black Kids are alright. Saw them in NYC last Friday. They are heralded as the Hot Band/Buzz Band of 2008, but I'm not exactly buying it.

They've got a killer recorded sound. The Black Kid's first full-length, "Partie Traumatic", acts like a sugary sweet lasso that pulls youngsters into the din of mind state where The Psychedelic Furs and The Cure inhabited during the 1980's. It's akin to this Jacksonville quintet lacing our post-9/11 Mojitos with saccharine rufinol held over from a 1986 marathon haze. I feel it's far more effective on the 18-21 age group, as it didn't catalyze any emotional overhaul when I stood before The Black Kids live set. As a 24 year old, I've aged grumpily above the mere composting of the happy-go-lucky, 80's new wave stylings. It just doesn't transport me as easily as it does with the "post-9/11 rosebudding of self awareness" going on with the the kids 5-8 years younger. They are more attuned to lapping up this well conceived, candy goodness. I won't deny that every song is damn catchy and pop-worthy.... it just bores me after a while. The record carries me a little farther than their live sound, which distorts the angular melodies into puddles of synth, reverb, muted bass, and sketchy vocals. This might've just been the acoustics at the venue, The Santos Party House in the lower eastside, but it might have just been a result of unrealistic expectations that plague these Buzz Bands. One minute they are Caesar standing before the Senate and delivering their virginal sounds to the masses, and the next they have been descended upon by hundreds of stab-hungry critics. Only time will tell. I guess I'm a pre-emptive stabber.

Let's not forget that the band manages good rock music that goes down real easy. Occasionally there are lyrical flourishes that I approve. Every once in a while there is the self reference made by singer, Reggie Youngblood, that he is a girl. That is very Lou Reed of you, thank you. There is also a moment in "Hit the Heartbrakes" that it is declared, "hot as balls". Now....that's just humorous. Not even in context. Just the phrase, "hot as balls", is damn funny. It's like saying some chick is a "major slut". Pondering the military hiearchy of peter-poundage and equating the temperature's abrasiveness with an amorphous mess that is the male ball sack keep me in step. It makes this guy grin. Not a real concrete critique, but, whatever.

The real winfall from this show going experience was the opening band, Zambri. Whoa, do those bitches rock the house or what. Unlike their recorded material, their live shit blew my mind. It sonically scratched my psyche and left me a-ga-ga. That's another story for another day.

And since a one Michael left a post berrating the lack of boobage and rock'n'roll material, I have answered his prayers.

Behold, rockin' boobyage....

Mainstream Overload

I wandered around St. Marks in NYC this past weekend and I found a plethora of plaid fringed scarves. BEWARE! I am no stranger to this fad, but I want to forewarn all of our readers that very soon this trend will breach the line in the sands of coolness, and become yet another victim of over indulgence. I recommend trying a tartan plaid or silk scarf to stand out a bit more, but honestly I would give this trend a rest for the fall.

The next fruit born out of the horn of plenty is not a specific style, but a brand, Ed Hardy. I know the tattoo trend seems irresistible, but once you take a gander at the Ed Hardy energy drink, I think you will feel differently.

To further help you with your impulses I want to reveal that Ed Hardy fanatics are all being duped. Ed Hardy clothing is designed by Christian Audigier, who was formally known as the head designer of Von Dutch, and just like Von Dutch this brand is getting old and stale. Both Von Dutch and Ed Hardy employed the tactic (which has sadly succeeded) of handing out freebie merchandise to celebs in order to infiltrate the masses. Don't become another pawn in their twisted copy cat game.

Lastly I want to discuss colored jeans, a trend I myself employ. I predict that colored jeans will become a one trick pony. I love colors that pop and stand out, however when everyone is wearing a pair (and they will) you simply look like everyone else. They will loose their appeal once they become overplayed, but I suppose the decision to wear or not to wear is all yours.

Good Luck Fashionistas xoxo