Proof: posted to the ugc video sharing site youtube on 19th February 2009.

In internet terms this is, in fact, a very old hat. Or old cheese. Runny, old cheese.

Well, so much for our journalistic integrity on reporting just the facts. Of course we have to post this. It’s (yet another) Star Wars related video. And this is what this site, the safe haven for embedded Star Wars nerdism, is all about.

So without further ado, please do applaud these true heroes of our time for their bravery in, er, science. Or something like that. There’s a Tesla coil, so it must be something to do with science. Possibly.

Power! Unlimited power!

via Nerdcore

I have been obsessing over the Watchmen movie instead. And rightfully so. It is only half as bad as I expected it to be. It is rather good. You know, even with the replaced octopus monster and half of the comic graphic novel not being in it and all.

And I’m actually not so sure anymore that you have to stay so true to the original source comic graphic novel and have Dr. Manhattan’s blue schlong in almost every scene. It should have been safely stashed away in some pants instead. Much better than to have a giant blue penis dangling around on the screen. Especially on the IMAX version. That is, of course, unless they would have changed Dr. Manhattan into a blue, hot chick. Purely for plot reasons.

While I am still sitting here waiting for lazy Jon to write up a review for it, have a look at masked superheroes through the ages in the opening credits for the movie set to the sound of that old geezer Bob Dylan.

Ah, fake nostalgia. What a bastard you are.

Erik from Indy Mogul recreates the inkblot effect from Rorschach’s mask in ‘The Watchmen’ movie and for those who are too lazy for their own inkblot animation there’s a free animation for the effect that you can download from IndyMogul.com and use in your projects. That’s what I call quality service.

Of course, as any art loving Star Wars geek will be able to tell you, this is a parody [or shall we say hommage (or dare we even say pastiche?)] of Salvador Dali’s The Temptation of St Anthony. Google it. Otherwise you might not get the full awesomeness of the hommage. Or maybe you do, WTF do I know.

If you’re click-lazy like me you’ll probably appreciate a link to it, including some sort of interpretation which you can find for example here.

Now. The following, absolutely mind-blowing, uber-awesome, re-imagining of the classic Dali artwork in Star Wars style, plus a cool bonus image, can be seen after the jump.

This image was composed by malvino of the b3ta community in this thread. Go there for a full-size view.

And here’s the bonus image. The Empire’s rebranding as a friendlier, happier dictatorship continues:

This image was composed by Tribs of the b3ta community in this thread. Go there for a full-size view.

Awesome does not even begin to describe these masterpieces. Or maybe I am just very easily impressed with anything to do with Star Wars.

WRONG!

Before I get into the meat of this – I should probably say that if you’re looking for insider info about upcoming movies and shit, you’re not going to find it here – and might want to stop reading about now. Nope – its not about that. Instead  I’m going to have a bitch about my disillusionment of Geekathon and being cooped up in a crowded meeting hall with a bunch of spotty teenagers and the balding, beer-gutted bespandexed man-children that they inevitably turn into.

So I get to NYC hellishly early on saturday morning after a late night spent watching Mad Max 1 & 2 on and off in between a marathon session of EVE Online and numerous cups of increasingly rancid coffee (something in the coffee brings out the beast in me). I looked not unlike this:

Needless to say I wasn’t in a terribly great frame of mind and after struggling through a line so large that it would have done justice to a Charlton Heston bible epic – I was about ready to go home again. Well maybe not… I had paid $40 for the ticket after all… and at mimimum wage that’s a good 6 hours work to pay off. So I gritted my teeth and plunged into the crowds.

Comicon is basically one big tradeshow for people who want to buy merchandise at special discount prices that still manage to be higher than what you can find online. On the plus side – many of the authors and artists are there so you can get your shit signed (for an extra fee). The down side of this is that to see stuff – you’ve basically got to navigate crowds and make constant apologies for stepping on someone’s cape or making accidental contact with someone’s private parts.

Anyway so yes – I saw some cool shit, a few people from TV shows and movies:

If you look real hard - you might make out Lou Ferrigno in the back

A few people might recognise this guy - John Noble AKA the batshit scientist on "Fringe" and the batshit king from "Lord of the Rings.

Even so I couldn’t help but find the whole thing strangely underwhelming. This might have to do with my going by myself – but I just couldn’t work up the enthusiasm to identify with all the tubby balding guys dressed as Jedis or overweight Batmen. Its not that I don’t like the material – I still enjoy a lot of the stuff I did when I was a kid – Star Wars, Batman, Spiderman, Buffy, Transformers – its all good. I just don’t get why mature adults insist on dressing up in strange costumes to go to an indoor comic sale.

I mean… Ming the Merciless is a cool villain and all, but you don’t see him navigating the dairy aisle at the supermarket or vacuuming his carpet.

I can’t explain why but it made me feel a little dirty, as if everyone around me had some weird sexual fetish and spent their free time wearing oversize diapers and doing coke of a prostitutes buttocks.

I felt a burning desire to reassert my masculinity and to distance myself from the deviants. So without further ado – here is my personal highlight from the NYC Comicon. And what a highlight it is…

Its sleazy I know but can anyone blame me? Look at that.... Just look at it!

I don't know what she's selling and I don't care!

In case anyone feels left out – here are some other pix in case a hot chick doesn’t do it for you.

The show is called Engine Sentai Go-Onger which roughly translates to Engine Squadron Go-Onger. At least that’s what Wikipedia has to say about the show.

The motif of this series is animals, the motor industry, and (what else?) environmentalism. That’s good enough for me to rank it somewhere between Sesame Street and Carl Sagan. And instead of muppets, there’s talking, fighting robots. Footage of this show is going to be used for the new Power Rangers RPM series in the US. And it kinda looks a little like Power Rangers, which may be a little deceiving at first.

The awesome clip shows how a giant robot ist formed out of a dozen or so other talking vehicles. Sort of like Devastator from the Transformers TV show (and isn’t Devastator going to be in Revenge of the Fallen?), but much, much cooler. More awesomer.

This giant robot can take on any other robot there ever was: any Transformer, Mazinger, Mazinger Z, Mazinkaiser, that big one with the drill, Goldorak, any EVA, all of the GoBots, Robby … any other robot is doomed to fail. Fail and die. Or at least go home crying, like a little bitch.

The Death Star might have a chance. A small one.

This is not Thomas the Tank Engine:

via Botropolis
Wikipedia Entry on Engine Sentai Go-onger

If I have to judge by this clip though, it’s a winner.

Not only am I one of the many, many Star Wars fans out there who detest the Ewoks, I also agree with anyone in this clip who wants the Ewok to burn. Set it on fire! Now! Go ahead!

The Ewoks were to the original Return of the Jedi what the stupid muppets musical interlude in Jabba’s Palace was for the Special Edition. The nail in the coffin. One of many nails, in fact. But I won’t get bitter here and rant about it. Instead, I will share this great clip with you. And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire, the ring of fire…

Fire, fire, fire! Heh,heh,heh:

via Topless Robot

I’m not a big fan of blaxploitation myself, mainly because I don’t really watch movies from the olden days (pre 80s) except for maybe Star Wars, Jaws and some others. I did get a kick out of I’m Gonna Git You Sucka, a blacksploitation parody from thelate 80s directed by one of the Wayans brothers who also starred in the movie. I watched it because I like the song by Boogie Down Productions. But do you care about that? No, of course not! What happened 20 years ago in my life doesn’t even interest me.

This is the red band trailer and people say that means there’s swearing and nudity and all sorts of stuff that might label it as NSFW. So if you are at work, relaxing with some hard liquor, just wait until the boss goes home and then watch it. It will look like you’re working overtime instead of looking for porn on your colleagues computer. You know the drill.

He’s supercool and he knows kung fu:

via Videogum

I enjoyed the Riddick movies and the games. And although I am a poor man with only a Wii and missing a real men’s console like the 360 or PS3, I am sort of excited.

The short trailer just gives you a little tease of what players can expect.

Because I am so awesome I also give you this 4 minute video of the game’s intro. But, this being the Internet, you probably have seen both videos already. What a sad day this is for all of us. Never forget: Many Bothans died for bringing us this information.

via Destructoid

Back off right there! My first impression, as usual, failed me. Just like that one time when I bought all that useless Jar Jar Binks merchandise because I thought he was gonna be BIG after Episode 1. Oh well …

What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate total work of utter brilliance and genius! Indeed it is!

Swede Mason, the artist behind this music video, has taken a simple quote from the cult movie Withnail & I (particularly popular amongst British students for its many drinking game possibilities. Just google this, will you?) and put some beats to it and … well. Turns out this is one of the best things on the Internet.
Ever.
For real.
I could (did, and will again) watch this for hours on end.

We’ve gone on holiday by mistake:

visit Swede Mason on MySpace and on his youtube page