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Emily Blunt
June 6, 2014
FILM & TELEVISION, KILLOUGH CHRONICLES

REVIEW: ‘Edge of Tomorrow’ is a Pastiche of Every Summer Hit Ever

If the Hollywood blockbuster were baby formula, then Tom Cruise’s face would be on the jar. Doug Liman’s Edge of Tomorrow is probably the apex of that Cruisy formula; you name it, it’s in it: Groundhog Day, Saving Private Ryan, X-Men, Robocop, War of the Worlds, Mission: Impossible, Stripes, G.I. Joe, Alien, Looper, et al. And you know what? Just as applesauce is really delicious every now and then, especially when you’re stoned, Edge of Tomorrow is a hell of a lot of fun.

There I go again: I mention ‘cruisy’ and I get all tabloid humor about Tom. I’ve also got L.A. Pride kicking off down the street, and the boom-boom wailing diva bad house music is shaking the hill I live on and infecting me with more gay than usual.

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By James Killough
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Ton Cruise Oblivion
April 19, 2013
FILM & TELEVISION, KILLOUGH CHRONICLES

REVIEW: ‘Oblivion’ Reignites a Fading Star

I have to apologize to whomever was sitting within earshot of me at the Arclight Hollywood at the midnight screening of Les Misérables when it opened and I saw the trailer for Joseph Kosinski’s Oblivion for the first time.  I boomed, “Oh great, more Scientology bullshit.”  From the look of the trailer, it seemed clear to me that Tom Cruise had finally hopped his last sofa and made his own Battlefield Earth, the stinker about a dystopian Earth based on Scientology myth that Cruise’s fellow cult member and non-Ghey John Travolta caused to be made back in 2000.

Sadly, this is not the case, and I say sadly because I had intended to have great fun slicing and dicing Oblivion,

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By James Killough
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L. Ron Hubbard
January 22, 2013
KILLOUGH CHRONICLES

Scientology: Such Evil Will Fall

What is going on with this cult of celebrity is akin to the moment in the Batman series when it stops being a Tim Burton live-action cartoon and Christopher Nolan takes over to show us how dark and fucked up the scenario really is.  The old buffoon Jack Nicholson is no longer the Joker.  It’s now Heath Ledger’s version, a more authentic, malformed, psychopathic threat to humanity and to himself,

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By James Killough
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The Beatles have a pillow fight by Harry Benson
June 15, 2012
KILLOUGH CHRONICLES

Mozart vs. Bach

THE WEEK FROM MY VIEW

Am I shamelessly brown-nosing our one and only advertiser (so far), Taschen Books, by kicking off the week in review with an item about the launch on Wednesday evening of their book Harry Benson. The Beatles?  Hell, yeah.  What, we’re supposed to kiss up to Groupon like other sites?  Um, no.  This is PFC.  We loved Taschen before they even knew we existed, so we’re thrilled for any attention they give us.

While Tuttle, Dame Bea and I waited for local radio station KCRW to muddle through technical difficulties before their interview with Mr. Benson, I looked around the store and said to Tuttle, “Taschen really are a good match for us.  It’s what we’re about visually and philosophically.  Look at how they mingle tits and ass with intellectual fine art, and are so big and bold about it.”  And in that moment my gaze landed on one of the blown-up Albert Oehlen collages that decorate the store’s walls, an image of a leering Tom of Finland fetish cop groping the ass of a boy from what looks like an early Pablo Picasso painting.

Just. So. Us.

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By James Killough
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October 10, 2011
KILLOUGH CHRONICLES

Winter for Hitler

THE KILLOUGH CHRONICLES

by James Killough

There was some terribly sad news last Wednesday: Sarah Palin announced she isn’t running for president.  The fact that the final gong on that tuneless, talentless cabaret act was utterly muffled by the untimely demise of a truly great man, Steve Jobs, was the definition of poetic justice, and will set the tone for the Moosehead MILF’s rapid slip into obscurity.  However, I shall miss Tina Fey’s impersonations.  Fuck, she was funny.

Hopefully this picture will soon be a still from Celebrity The Price is Right.

Joe McGinniss’s article in the Daily Beast had a decent paragraph that summed up just how dangerous this whole episode was:

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By Pure Film Creative
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July 13, 2011
KILLOUGH CHRONICLES, THE INDIA FILES

Love The Unknown

 

According to Indian Railways I shouldn’t be writing this.  It’s not like I’ve ever misbehaved on an Indian train, unless you count the time my mother and I were taking an overnight local from Jaipur to Bikaner—which would be a three-hour drive on American roads—and I was hoisting her up to the top bunk of the sleeper, and she kept falling off, and we were laughing so hard she said, “Oh, no, I think I’ve wet myself,” which meant she had to get down and the whole process was repeated again.

No.  The reason Indian Railways doesn’t think I should be writing this is because, according to them, I have been dead for twenty years.

This is, of course, entirely the Raja of Kotwara’s fault.  Creepy bastard.  I’m not talking about the New Raja, but the old one, the New Raja’s father.  I never knew his name because I just called him Raja-sahib like everyone else.  But he certainly knew mine.

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By James Killough
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June 19, 2011
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A Haunting In New Jersey

BAKER STREET

by Eric J Baker

This is the true tale of a haunting.

I don’t expect you to believe me. Hell, I’m not sure I do, and I saw it with my own eyes. Nevertheless, it happened. So dim the lights, sit back, and notice that I’m starting my ghost story with a flagrant digression that allows me to mention two brand-new, big-budget films and stick in a cool image which, knowing this blog, will be of a nude man…

...only a semi-nude man, Eric. Ryan Reynolds has the sickest body in Hollywood. Pity to cover it up with CGI in Green Lantern.

The surest way to wreck a movie is to let a computer make it. It’s like crack. If you plan to go on a gang-banging thrill ride and be dead or in jail by morning, you have found your ticket to ride. But filmmakers who care about quality of life and self-respect know that the computer, like crack cocaine, is necessary but best when used in moderation. Art comes from the head and the heart, not from Hewlett Packard.

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By Pure Film Creative
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