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From 1976 to 1979, CBS ran a Johnny Cash Christmas special every year—it must have been a significant Christmas tradition in many homes (alas, not my own). For those who remember Cash as the ultimate rebel par excellence, these specials make for some interesting viewing. During the 1970s Cash experienced a slump in record sales, and during this period he was a familiar face on TV, appearing as a guest star on Columbo and Little House on the Prairie and doing commercials for Amoco.

In these specials, the sentimentality of the occasion can’t be ignored, so Cash gamely refashioned himself as a family-friendly country music TV host. We’re far from the middle-finger Johnny Cash or Folsom Prison Blues; there’s a decent amount of corny levity to be seen here. You might say that this is the closest that Cash came to a figure on Hee Haw (of course, he appeared on Hee Haw as well).
 

 
Of course, June Carter Cash is every bit as present as Johnny—the emphasis here is charmingly on family, and many of June and Johnny’s wide-ranging clan of relatives are featured, especially in the 1976 and 1979 specials, which were taped in Tennessee.

If you find yourself inundated with cheesy Christmas songs in every retail establishment you dare to enter, you can surely improve your life by dialing up The Johnny Cash Christmas Special, with its mix of Christmas classics and country-western fare, in their stead.

Taped in Nashville, the special that kicked it off is the most homespun of the bunch. The entire second half of the show is framed as an expansive musical visit around the Cash family hearth. Earlier, Johnny and June join Tony Orlando for “Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree,” and (back at the hearth) Barbara Mandrell, several years before she and her sisters got a show of their own on NBC, engages in some ass-kicking steel guitar wizardry before singing “A Beautiful Morning with You.” Billy Graham ends with a downbeat sermon.
 

 
The 1977 edition may be the strongest from a musical perspective, or maybe it’s just my own bias in favor of rock over country. There’s scarcely any humor sketches, which would predominate in the next two years, and the core of the show is dedicated to three of rock and roll’s most venerable heroes, all associated with Sun Studios, just as Cash himself was. In rapid succession we get Carl Perkins singing “Blue Suede Shoes,” Roy Orbison singing “Pretty Woman,” and Jerry Lee Lewis singing “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On” before Lewis essays a reverent rendition of “White Christmas.” Then the three of them and Cash come together to sing “This Train Is Bound For Glory” in a tribute to Elvis, who had died just a few months earlier. Also, Johnny spends a good chunk of the show wearing Army fatigues (!).
 

 
The 1978 Johnny Cash Christmas Special, like the 1977 edition, was taped in Los Angeles, and it shows a little. The guests include Kris Kristofferson, Rita Coolidge, and Steve Martin, who as a budding superstar is given a fair amount of time for his hijinks. The high point is probably Cash and Kristofferson singing the latter’s “Sunday Morning Coming Down” together.
 

 
It’s not news that DM is very Andy Kaufman-friendly, so it was something of a shock to hit play on the 1979 special and see none other than Kaufman himself in the opening bit. For this version of the special, Cash returned to Nashville, and the presence of an appreciative Opryland audience is a blessing. Kaufman scarcely strays from his Latka character, except when he does a completely straight version of Elvis Presley’s “That’s When Your Heartaches Begin.” It’s well known that Elvis loved Andy’s impersonation; here’s a fine chance to see it.
 

Chris Sims examines Harley Quinn, one of the most misused and misunderstood characters in comics, taking in her Batman:The Animated Series debut played by Arleen Sorkin (audio), through to The Batman Adventures: Mad Love and the New 52 incarnation which recently drew ire with a controversial try-out page for artists.

 
Good for him: After years of being accused of having a junk habit, Macaulay Culkin decided to tweak his reputation a little by covering the druggy anthems of Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground… but with a twist: all of the lyrics have been retooled to be about pizza. Culkin contributes vocals, kazoo, and primitive Moe Tucker-style “percussion” pounded out on empty pizza boxes to The Pizza Underground.

So far, The Pizza Underground have only put out one song—a “demo” medley on Bandcamp featuring “Papa John Says,” “I’m Beginning to Eat the Slice,” “Pizza,” “I’m Waiting for Delivery Man,” “Cheese Days,” “Pizza Day,” “All the Pizza Parties,” “Pizza Gal,” “Take a Bite of the Wild Slice.”

The Pizza Underground have done just one gig. Their demo was recorded live at Macaulay Culkin’s house on November 11, 2013 . Sure, it’s essentially one joke milked to death, but hey, I laughed!
 

The Pizza Underground Demo by The Pizza Underground

 

 
Thank you Adam Starr of Los Angeles, CA!

MIT Researchers Say They Have Created The Trickiest Tongue Twister To Date

Try and say "pad kid poured curd pulled cod" 10 times fast.

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The Coen Brothers' new movie, the music-heavy comedy-drama Inside Llewyn Davis, hits theaters this weekend, and they're prepping a new project with a more comedic tone. The Coens were scant about details when talking to Vulture about the movie, but they described it as "a musical comedy" set in the world of opera. They added that it's "not a musical per se" but that it does feature "what might be considered more traditional musical numbers" than the folk songs in Inside Llewyn Davis.

The Coens, who last made a music-heavy comedy with 2000's O Brother, Where Art Thou?, said this new musical comedy is "one of the two things we're writing right now." The other is a sword and sandals drama set in ancient Rome, so we'll just see which one they end up doing next.

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In this episode, Josh and Chuck teach you everything you ever wanted to know but were too freaked out to ask about castration. Learn about the history of removing male genitalia, why some parents had it done to their sons, how the state has become the main agent of castration in the last several decades, and why some people who are not crazy decide to become castrated themselves.

La instalación del antiguo Alameda, en Porta Faxeira, es motivo de polémica al denunciar la oposición municipal su ilegalidad frente al criterio del gobierno local de que cumple la normativa

Cruzaba un paso de peatones en el Camino Francés cuando fue arrollado por un coche

¿Hay algo mejor en esta vida que ver un episodio entero de tu serie preferida debajo de una mantita junto a la persona que más quieres mientras te cortas las venas y te mueres?

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Look! A comic strip that moves! Also, I’m pretty sure it will make a certain other part of you move as well. Am I right, fellas? Um, no?

Either way, just in time for the holidays, there’s now free shipping AND $5 off my prints over at Society6. Click here to consume!

Dimite Leopoldo Rubido, no posto desde o franquismo. Podería ser substituído polo seu irmán Luis.

O prezo medio en orixe declarado polos compradores (38,57 céntimos por litro) situouse en outubro, por vez primeira nos últimos seis anos, por riba da media española (38,10), fronte aos 29 céntimos de hai doce meses.

A Gentalha alegra-se do nascimento de mais um projecto social autogerido com vontade de reflectir, compartilhar e procurar umha mudança social necessária na construcçom de espaços de liberdade em Compostela e no país. Sorte!

Seguindo coa publicación de artigos que conmemoran as 500 entradas deste blog, hoxe publicamos a opinión do decano do Colexio Profesional de Xornalistas de Galicia, a quen lle queremos agradecer a súa colaboración con Eunonmanipulo.

Xosé Manuel Pereiro destaca na sú achega que a solidez e a independencia dos medios públicos son indicadores da consolidación da democracia e atina cando recolle a única forma que hai de acabar con esta loita d@s traballador@s da CRTVG.

Como eliminar este blog

Os medios públicos son máis necesarios ca nunca, en tempos coma estes, nos que a información está espectacularizada, un produto máis dun pack de mercancías de mediana ou baixa calidade, ou o engado para presentalas como boas, como a botella de whisky nas cestas de nadal de medio pelo. Por iso son atacados tanto por quen usan os medios de comunicación como instrumentos de influencia económica – cando non de extorsión-, como por quen consideran que as radiotelevisións públicas deben ser, sen pausa nin desmaio, un botafumeiro do goberno correspondente, do partido que o sustenta e das institucións nas que ese partido manda, e un ariete contra o resto.

Igual que a educación pública debe formar a todos os cidadáns, teñan ou non recursos económicos para pagar esa formación, e a sanidade pública debe atender a saúde de todos e non discriminar entre pacientes con enfermidades rendibles dos que non as teñen, os medios públicos deben estar ao servizo da causa xeral da sociedade. Mesmo cando iso obstaculiza obxectivos, en principio lexítimos, como a audiencia ou os intereses do partido gobernante. A solidez, estabilidade e independencia dos medios públicos son vúmetros que indican o grao de consolidación da democracia nun país, das súas institucións e da súa sociedade.

A razón de ser de Eunonmanipulo

E para que isto sexa así, ademais de que a xente, os gobernos e os partidos o asuman, e sobre todo mentres non o fan, teñen que existir mecanismos de control. Consellos do audiovisual para determinar as liñas vermellas das emisións, tanto dos medios públicos como das empresas que explotan unha concesión pública, ás que adoitamos chamar medios privados. Comités de informativos aos que os xornalistas podan acollerse se se consideran obrigados a faltar contra a súa ética profesional, e aos que tamén podan reclamar os cidadáns que se consideren damnificados por unha información. Mecanismos que responden aos principios do Código Deontolóxico da Federación Internacional de Prensa, aprobado en 1954: “o periodista só aceptará, en materia profesional, a xurisdición dos seus iguais, excluíndo calquera inxerencia gobernamental ou de outro tipo”. Os mesmos mecanismos que hai en calquera nación democrática (onde non os hai, porque non fan falta, é nas ditaduras). Se os houbese, este blog non tería razón de ser.

Xosé Manuel Pereiro

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Un xoves de curso na rúa nova de abaixo, en Santiago de Compostela nos anos 90

In the introduction [of Batman: Black & White] the editor mentions that the premise of the book came about because he had a discussion with other members of the comic world and they were debating which one comic run you'd want with you if you were stuck on a desert island. The consensus was Creepy the classic Warren Magazine because of all the incredible artists who contributed to it.

The Warren Publishing Archive is online, courtesy of the Internet Archive.

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You know what’s inspiring? Animals. Each one brings its own talent to the world. From running fast like a cheetah to the graceful strength of a draft horse, there is something to admire in each member of the animal kingdom. But you know what’s REALLY impressive? Animals RIDING ON OTHER ANIMALS.

That’s right. I said it. And no, not riding in that way, you sicko. Riding in a friendly way. In a way that makes you question if unicorns are real since this level of athleticism is so out of this world, other crazy things must exist as well.

Animals riding on other animals is not only a wonderful thing, but it will inspire you to achieve greatness in your own life. And now that we have that established, you should know that there is a Tumblr that has carefully curated as many photos and GIFs of these delightful occurrences as possible, and it’s a beautiful thing.

Check out some of the highlights, rated by yours truly for difficulty of the rider’s achievement.  Prepare to be inspired to run faster, jump higher, and take more risks with balancing on top of things.

A duckling riding a turtle.

Difficulty level: Reciting the lyrics to “Ignition Remix” while drunk without messing up the words.

A squirrel riding a dog.

Difficulty level: Running up the down escalator.

A monkey riding a goat.

Difficulty level: Almost reaching nirvana.

A dog riding an elephant.

Difficulty level: Balancing the checkbook without the help of a calculator.

A crab riding a crab.

Difficulty level: Finding matching socks on a Monday morning.

A kitten riding a dog.

Difficulty level: Doing a handstand in a pool.

A parrot (wearing a hat) riding a dog (wearing a hat).

Difficulty level: Drawing a perfect circle.

A seagull riding a seagull.

Difficulty level: Doing a handstand on a diving board without falling.

An iguana riding a dog.

Difficulty level: Watching Sarah McLachlan’s ASPCA commercials without tearing up.

Monkeys riding a capybara.

Difficulty level: Passing a 7th-grade algebra quiz.

Monkeys riding dogs (with sweet outfits on).

Difficulty level: Completing the cinnamon challenge without crying.

A monkey riding a dog (while wearing an even better outfit) while going over motherfucking JUMPS.

Difficulty level: Saving the world and looking good while doing so, because that’s basically what he’s doing.

All images via animals-riding-animals.tumblr.com.

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The town of Stockton-on-Tees is a small in the northeast corner of England, with a population just under 200,000. They don’t make news much and probably haven’t drawn many international headlines since hosting the maiden voyage of the world’s first-ever passenger locomotive ride in 1822.

But that changed this week when city officials decided to deviate from the traditional 40-foot Spruce used for the town’s Christmas tree due to construction in the city center, and opted instead for an upside-down cone that has been dubbed the worst Christmas tree in all of England.

Here it is with some by-standers looking dismayed:

And another angle of the tree just looking pitiful:

The Mirror tracked down social media comments from some of the townspeople, among whom the consensus seems to be that the town just shouldn’t have bothered. “The lights are godawful, and it is simply an embarrassment. It’s like an upside down cornet,” said one disappointed resident.

“The central and northern sections are quite literally a building site, so there’s no room for our normal 40 ft high Spruce, which will be back next year,” said a city official. “In the interim we’ve used the 20ft cone with illuminated snowflake designs, rather than leave this part of the High Street bare. We know that a traditional Christmas tree always makes a great centrepiece but there’s so much more going on in Stockton. We would ask that our public bear with us this year and look forward to a traditional Christmas tree returning to a new-look high street next year – we’re sure it will be worth the wait!”

Congratulations, Stockton-on-Tees, on the dubious honor of the worst tree in England.

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On Tuesday The Onion ran a hilarious video mocking the NYPD’s “Stop and Frisk” policy, with the headline “Bloomberg Defends NYPD’s Controversial Stop And Kiss Program.” In the video, newscasters debate the legality of cops stopping people and kissing them on the lips:

Amazingly, a lot of people believe the piece is real, as Gothamist pointed out. They’re commenting on YouTube, voicing their outrage and confusion:

And also taking to Twitter:

The stop and kiss program in NYC is ridiculous .

— Mełanïe (@litehoneyy) December 4, 2013

Wtf is wrong with NYD? Ain’t no police gone stop me and kiss sh-t!

— Darwin (@tupacsnephew) December 4, 2013

lmao wtf is this stop and kiss bullshit

— Patty Kopez (@PKopez) December 4, 2013

Yo WTF they really got a fuckin kiss and stop law

— Daezia Mariah (@OverDose_OnLove) December 4, 2013

Fuck NYPD That “Stop & Kiss Program” Is Gay As Fuck & Out Of Line !

— Eazy Bka Loso (@109OrGetNined) December 4, 2013

Nypds stop and kiss program? Lol ew

— Rafa (@rafax3_) December 4, 2013

@AlmostFamous_MV shit is crazy though!

— Mark❤ (@DopeKiddJr) December 4, 2013

WTF indeed. People have been mistaking Onion pieces for real news for a long time now (as regularly chronicled in the blog Literally Unbelievable). I guess the fact that The Onion is a popular satire site still doesn’t raise any red flags.

h/t Gothamist

An early photo of Vargas, focusing on her beautiful face, and cropping out whatever masculine clothes she might have been wearing at the time.
 
A word of comfort to non-Spanish speakers: Mexican toddlers have a stronger command of the language than I do, but the first time I heard Chavela Vargas’ “Paloma Negra,” I knew exactly what she was saying. There are some artists that convey such an intense pathos without the benefit of a common language, even attempting to write about them leaves one feeling a little hackneyed, but I’ll do my best.

Chavela Vargas was born Isabel Vargas Lizano in Costa Rica in 1919. In the midst of an unstable childhood, she moved to Mexico at the tender ago of 14 to pursue a singing career in the burgeoning Mexican arts scene. For years she busked, wearing men’s clothing and smoking cigars. She carried a gun and embodied the machismo of her artistic idiom. Though she covered quite a bit of ground stylistically, Vargas was mainly known for her rancheras- traditional Mexican music performed with a single voice and Spanish guitar. Rancheras are often mournful torch songs sung by drunken men; alcohol provided a socially acceptable loophole for Mexican machismo to be shrugged aside for emotional and vulnerable performances. On the more rare occasion that rancheras were performed by women, gender pronouns were obviously switched to keep everything tidily heterosexual. Vargas simply sang to the girls.
 

Vargas in full poncho
 
It wasn’t until her 30s that her career began to flourish, kick-started by a brief but successful visit to pre-Castro Cuba. By the time she became popular in Mexico, she was as much known for her bombastic persona and unapologetic sexuality as she was for her powerful voice and intense performances. She would come to shows on motorcycles, smoke cigars onstage, imbibe heavily, and openly flirt with men’s wives during performances (many swear she took a few home with her). All of this was during a time when even wearing pants was scandalous behavior for a woman in Mexico. While she had a rich sense of humor, one of her stylistic trademarks was slowing down cheeky tunes, transforming what were originally dirty little ditties into something intensely erotic. The scandals cost her a lot of work, but Vargas had no interest in catering to anyone’s notion of respectability.

Much of her life is shrouded in rumor and half-truths. It’s said that Vargas walked with a limp due to an injury incurred while attempting to climb in the second story window of an ex-lover. (Given Vargas’ difficulties with alcoholism, this isn’t particularly difficult to believe.) It’s known that she was incredibly close to Frida Kahlo, even living with her and her husband, Diego Rivera, for a time. I’ve never found absolute confirmation that they were lovers, but it’s largely accepted as fact by fans of both artists. Vargas even made an appearance in the 2002 Frida Kahlo biopic, singing a ghostly version of one of her signature songs, “”La Llorona,” (“The Weeping Woman”). I urge you to listen to both versions back to back; Vargas’ age and alcoholism seasoned her voice with a quality I can only describe as post-beautiful.

While Vargas’ career was fraught with ups and downs, she virtually disappeared for about 15 years starting in the late 70s. Intense depression and alcoholism finally sent her into a long seclusion, but in 1991 she returned to the stage, happy, healthy and transformed. With her famed trademark innuendo, the 74-year-old butch lesbian declared her never-ending commitment to music at a concert in Madrid, saying, “When you like something, you should do it all night long.” She officially came out in 2000, at age 81, and played Carnegie Hall three years later. She continued singing and recording up until her death in 2012, at age 93.
 

Vargas and Frida Kahlo
 
Below is some rare early footage of Vargas performing her famous rendition of “Macorina,” a poem that she set to music of her own composition. During the refrain, “Put your hand here, Macorina,” Vargas’ own hand would wander between her thighs. It was her first hit, and it was originally banned in Mexico, a country that now reveres here as one of its great daughters. The lyrics:

Put your hand here, Macorina
Put your hand here.
Put your hand here, Macorina
Put your hand here.

Your feet left the mat
And your skirt escaped
Seeking the boundary
On seeing your slender waist
The sugar canes threw
Themselves down along the way
For you to grind
As if you were a mill.
Put your hand ...

Your breasts, soursop fruit
Your mouth a blessing
Of ripe guanabana
And your slender waist
Was the same as that dance
Put your hand ...

Then the dawn
That takes you from my arms
And I not knowing what to do
With that woman scent
Like mango and new cane
With which you filled me at
The hot sound of that dance.
Put your hand ...

 

 
When Dead Kennedys went into the studio in 1981 to record In God We Trust, Inc., their “tribute” EP to the faster, thrashier “hardcore” musical style associated with the Washington, DC punk scene (think Minor Threat) the first sessions were laid down on defective tape stock, so they had to go back to the studio to record it again a few months later.

In 2003, videotapes of the band working out the arrangements and recording the songs during that initial session (taped for a documentary on punk rock) were released as The Lost Tapes on DVD. A raw mix was fed directly into the line inputs of the camera, so the audio is immediate and powerful. Using techniques that did not exist in 1981, five of the eight songs recorded during the first In God We Trust, Inc. session were eventually restored.

For In God We Trust, Inc., the group updated their anti-Jerry Brown screed, “California Über Alles” as a cocktail jazz redux inserting-newly inaugurated President Ronald Reagan’s name in for the young governor who had succeeded him. (Brown was re-elected California’s governor in 2010.) Jello Biafra and the rest of the band, of course, don’t see eye to eye today, but the band captured during that ill-fated studio session was absolutely raw and on fire. Drummer D.H. Peligro had just joined the group at this time and he brought a lot to the DK’s sound.

I bought In God We Trust, Inc. on a music cassette. The b-side was blank and the label bore the words “Home taping is killing record industry profits! We left this side blank so you can help.” LISTEN TO THIS LOUD!

 

 
Thank you kindly, Mr. Clam!

 
The Smoking Gun has done everyone a great service by publishing the backstage riders that Iggy Pop and the Stooges send to their concert venues in advance of arrival. They’re completely irreverent and silly and down-to-earth and ramble on like a demented monologue by Monty Python’s Eric Idle himself.

The genius behind these shaggy comedic documents is Jos Grain, who has been Iggy’s road manager since 1986—his term is “Marvellous and Most Instructive Information Document…. Including Utterly Confusing Comments and Asides.” The Smoking Gun posted the 2006 rider for Iggy and the Stooges, which was also written by Sharp, who then expanded the document for the 2012 tour. (I’m linking readers to the page in the riders where the fun requests for bottled water and so forth start—there’s plenty of amusing and informative stuff before that about stage setup and amps and lighting and all that. If you want to read the full 2012 rider more easily on a single page, you can go to Grain’s own website, where he’s posted it as well.)
 

Jos Grain, setting up for an Iggy and the Stooges show in Melbourne, Australia, in 2013. Photo: Mike Watt
 
As a prime example of Grain’s sense of humor, in the 2006 rider, Iggy’s demands for the backstage area included “Somebody dressed as Bob Hope doing fantastic Bob Hope impersonations and telling all those hilarious Bob Hope jokes about golf and Hollywood and Bing Crosby. Oh God, I wish I’d been alive in those days, so that Bob Hope could have come and entertained me in some World War 2 hell-hole before I went off and got shot. What joy they must have experienced…” In the 2012 rider this is updated to include an alternate option: “OR Seven dwarves, dressed up as those dwarves out of that marvellous Walt Disney film about the woman who goes to sleep fro [sic] a hundred years after biting a poisoned dwarf, or maybe after pricking her finger on a rather sharp apple… or something. What was the name of that film? Oooh, it’s on the tip of my tongue. Was it Cinderella? Doesn’t matter, we just want the dwarves. Taller people are acceptable, of course. It’s attitude, more than altitude, that’s important here. Don’t forget the pointy hats! If neither of the above are available we will settle for a belly dancer. In fact, she can use my belly to dance on…”

In th 2012 rider, Grain gratuitously goes after Oscar-winning director and Arrested Development voiceover actor Ron Howard: “Apparently Iggy met that Ron Howard once. You know, the ugly, baldy one out of Happy Days. Directs films. Got one of those faces you’d never get tired of punching.”

There’s hardly a paragraph or sentence that isn’t adorned by an aside or silly joke of that sort.
 

Iggy Pop’s 2006 rider
 
Since I have no experience in venue management, I can’t tell if Grain/Iggy are masking what in fact still ends up being a fairly diva-ish list of demands or if what they request is totally par for the course for big national touring acts. I suspect it’s the latter, but even if Iggy is asking for a lot, with a rider this amusing you have to like him for it, so it makes fulfillment of his Grolsch beer, ‘86 St. Emilion red wine, deck of cards, recent copy of USA Today “that’s got a story about morbidly obese people in it” and all the rest seem far less arduous.
 
Here’s Iggy and the Stooges in Glastonbury in 2007:

Cineuropa rematou e o Curtocircuíto aínda comeza a próxima semana. Así que, aproveitando este lapso cinéfilo, imos repasar as cinco mellores películas que vimos nesta vixésima edición de Cineuropa:

Like Father, Like Son

Dous matrimonios descobren que os seus fillos de seis anos foron intercambiados por erro no parto. Unha trama que podería parecer de telefilme de Antena3 un domingo á tarde, convértese aquí nun fío condutor que o director Kore-eda usa sabiamente para amosarnos os límites do amor paterno e a hipocrisía á que a “tradición” nos acostumou. Demoledora e dura, o drama postúlase como un dos mellores filmes deste ano.

Much Ado About Nothing

Revisión estilizada e traída aos tempos actuais do clásico shakespeariano. Para min, a película cool por excelencia de todo Cineuropa. Cunha coidada fotografía en branco e negro e cunha dirección de arte digna do mellor anuncio de calquera marca de roupa cara, Josh Whedon trae o clásico da literatura inglesa a un tempo de iPods, chalés con piscina e gintonics. Divertida, a película é sen dúbida unha das mellores formas para pasar máis de hora e media no cine.

The Congress

Ante o declive da súa carreira como actriz, Robin Wright venderá a súa imaxe na que será a súa ultima actuación: un estudo escaneará a súa imaxe por un ordenador para posuíla e empregala cantas veces queira. Esta libre adaptación do relato de Stanislaw Lem foi, persoalmente, a mellor sorpresa de todo festival. Mesturando animación e imaxe real, a película reflexiona co espectador sobre temas que pasan desde “o uso da imaxe” ata a “sociedade drogada que propoñía Aldous Huxley”.

The Act Of Killing

Surrealista, ao igual que a proposta anterior, este documental sobre o xenocidio indonesio proponlle aos propios asasinos reconstruír e contar a súa historia. Unha proposta arriscada e orixinal que senta como unha labazada directa á cara do espectador. 3 horas repugnantes nas que observamos como asasinos de miles de persoas bromean sobre os métodos empregados e no que, ás veces, ata rimos ante situacións absurdas e dignas dunha ficción. Joshua Oppenheimer trae o que é o mellor documental dos últimos e próximos 100 anos. Non apto para todos os públicos.

Mr. Vampire

Seguramente, o polo oposto á anterior: a película menos cool do festival. Porén, igualmente de recomendable, esta xoia da comedia/serie B xaponesa foi a máis aplaudida durante a maratón. Vampiros, pantasmas e moito absurdo son os compoñentes que caracterizan esta primeira película dunha saga que, seguro, é igual de boa. Para os que non a víchedes, preparádevos para as mellores escenas de pelexas xamais vistas no cine!

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Breakfast

You should have a handle on breakfast, not because it’s the most important meal of the day—I posit that dessert is, but we’ll get to that later—but because spending $7 a day on a muffin and coffee gets expensive. Really expensive. Did you know you can buy a box of muffin mix for half that price and make 12 times the amount of muffin for your money? At the very least, invest in eggs and a frying pan, or pancake mix or SOMETHING. Your morning will be infinitely better. (Not a morning person? Make breakfast in advance and stick it in the fridge for easy grab-n-go morning sustenance. But if you do this, think frittata over fried egg. Trust me on this one.)

Beginner: Hardboiled Eggs in the Oven

Intermediate: Sweet Potato Waffles, Sweet or Savory

Advanced: Crab and Swiss Quiche

Vegetables

Really. It’s everything your mother, doctor, and grandmother warned you about, but it’s so important to master at least a simple green (or red or yellow or at least some varicolored plant-based) dish for your health, as well as your vegetarian friends. Nobody’s telling you that you have to give up your sacred artisanally smoked bacon, but at the very least, sautéing frozen broccoli in a little olive oil and garlic will make a world of difference to your taste buds and your body.

Beginner: Braised Kale

Intermediate: Charred Mexican Zucchini

Advanced: Roasted Vegetable Galette

A Dinner Party Meal

There are probably horror stories still lurking in the netherworld of the internet about Thanksgiving turkeys gone wronger than wrong, and I have a sinking suspicion that “engagement chicken” (google it, I’ll wait) was Betty Crocker’s precursor to “Single Ladies,” but being able to present something in the middle of the table with panache and confidence will at least give your parents peace of mind that  you can actually feed yourself every now and again, and are not subsisting solely on your dedication to the good people of Chipotle. (Though they are saints and deserve praise, do not get me wrong. Let’s just try to see them a little more sporadically.)

Beginner: Baked Salmon with Lemon

Intermediate: Chicken Roulade

Advanced: Bo Ssam

A Sandwich

Now, I’m not suggesting you try anything as ambitious as 300 sandwiches (again, did you google “engagement chicken”?) but it does help when you’re trying to stretch your budget. Nestling some premo filling—hummus, roast beef, tuna salad if you want to instill fear into the hearts and noses of your entire office—along with some crunchy little finishing touches in between some bread is a great way to feed yourself and save money at the same time. There’s a reason why your moms and dads spent so much time slaving over cutting off crusts and perfecting that ratio between bologna and mustard. (Okay, maybe Mom was relegated to lunch duty after poor, well-meaning, hapless Dad ended up making tuna with said mustard, but hey, nobody’s perfect.)

In lieu of presenting three options for different skill levels, do the poor girl at 300 Sandwiches a favor and try one of hers. It’s the least we could do for her effort.

Dessert

I am not above admitting that as a teen, I baked cookies for the neighbor on whom I had a torrid crush, for my parents when I wanted to ask them for a huge favor, and that I continue to bake them for roommates I’ve somehow offended. It’s really easy to make a sweet treat to cap off your aforementioned impressive dinner party. If you can bypass the middle man and make your own cupcakes instead of paying $3.25 a pop per individual cakelet, you’re beating the system, my friend. $40 per dozen cupcakes? Not you, my friend. No longer will your wallet be at the mercy of the latest GOOP-approved trends. Now go forth, and take care not to set off a fire alarm or two.

Beginner: One Bowl Brownies

Intermediate: Mini Cheesecakes with Apricot Jam

Advanced: Tiramisu Yule Log