Cinecast Episode 202 – Obviously You’re Not a Golfer

 

It is a cornucopia, a smörgåsbord, a veritable potpourri of cinema, as the Cinecast regulars get together with nothing on the agenda other than to talk about what they have watched, in the cinema, on the DVD and streamed from the internet or (in an exciting technology development, from the Computer Hard Drive.) Andrew continues to dig into the Foreign Language Nominees with Alejandro González Iñárritu’s Biutiful. Kurt comes at Oscar a different way with the new documentary on the man with the midas touch when it comes to little gold men, Harvey Weinstein. And Gamble talks best animated film of 2011 with a preview of the flat out awesome Gore Verbinski/Nickelodeon/Industrial-Light-And-Magic Johnny Depp western, Rango. From there, we go from the occult, to Penelope Cruz DTV failures, to two vastly different takes time travel from the 1980s to Chinese shopping malls. Then it is onto Romans wandering about Scotland, Aussie crime dynasties and suburban teenage prostitution rings! It is all a part of your complete breakfast.

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R.I.P. Mr. Hughes

It’s a sad day. Especially sad for anyone that grew up in the 80s, and even for those of us who didn’t but have great love for the staple teen films of the era. You see, reports are coming in that John Hughes, master of the teen romantic comedy, has died of a heart attack.

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Weird Science, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles – all classics of the era before mine but which still manage to ring true. These are the films that I turned to in highschool and though the fashions and music were different, the messages still rang true.

On this day when a little part of my youth has died, I choose to remember Mr. Hughes for the laughs he brought and continues to bring. Rather than mourn the death of a very funny man, we should celebrate the great and memorable movies he has left behind.

Hope you’re Twisting and Shouting…where ever you might be.