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00:00-Show Intro
02:49-Drunk Dials
11:59-Mailbag
26:00-R-Type Review (iPhone/iPad)
33:35-DoDonPachi Ressurection Review (iPhone/iPad)
43:05-Shank Review (XBLA)
48:47-Retro Review: Kid Niki the Radical Ninja (NES)
53:45-Feature Presentation: Creepy Contest
1:26:18-Five Things
1:37:28-The Last Shot
1:38:21-Show Close

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DGR: 08.29.2010

I know it’s strange to get worked up about a recipe for relish. I mean, of all the condiments we use on our hot dogs and burgers, relish is generally the least appreciated. But when visiting some friends a few years back, I put some of this relish on my hot dog and immediately had to know its story. Where did they get it? How was it made? What’s in it? Was it a family recipe? My friends looked at me strangely, probably mistaking my enthusiasm for sarcasm. But after some coaxing, I learned the the recipe had been passed down from their great-grandparents and each year they would get together as a family to make a giant batch of this amazing relish. After telling me the story, they gave me a jar and sent me on my way. But, of course, this shit doesn’t last forever. And after years of begging, I finally nabbed the recipe and got a walk-through of how to make it. And, because I’m a nice guy, I’m now going to share it with you.

You’re going to need some supplies for this project. You’ll need a food processor, a very large mixing bowl, a large pot, a spatula, around six jars and lids, and a large colander. This last item is key. Preferably, you’ll want to have the type of colander that sits on a stand, allowing juices to be drained into a bowl beneath. See the picture below for an example of what I’m talking about. If you don’t have – or can’t find – one of those, just try to rig something that allows you to drain the juices, perhaps by simply setting the colander on top of a large mixing bowl.

Now, before I list the recipe, keep in mind that this was passed down through generations. Therefore, the amounts are mostly approximations and you’ll have to use your best judgement.
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A quick programming note: The podcast for last week’s double feature, “Breathless” and “Jules & Jim” has been canceled, and upcoming episodes will be produced based on the feedback received in the discussions. The remaining weeks have been restructured slightly to encourage greater community participation. Remember, the film fest is about community wide-discussion, and everyone is encouraged and welcome to participate. We don’t bite, I promise!

The Summer Film Fest is back in its penultimate entry, wherein we discuss Paul Thomas Anderson’s incredibly overlooked Punch-Drunk Love and Michel Gondry’s modern masterpiece Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I paired these two films because they examine two different aspects of the the same theme: How we deal with love.

Punch-Drunk Love is in many ways about the incredible redemptive power of human connection (as many of Anderson’s films are, particularly Magnolia.) Adam Sandler’s stellar, subdued performance as Barry Egan went overlooked by many who expected more traditional Sandler fare, despite the film’s warm critical reception (even making several “best of the decade” lists). Egan is driven by anxiety stemming from his upbringing with seven bombastic sisters. Anderson films the world as chaotic and unpredictable, save for the calming presence of the enigmatic Lena, played by Emily Watson. Punch-Drunk Love is a beautiful take on the traditional romantic comedy. Unlike traditional romantic comedies, it isn’t about two broken people who come together and fix each other, who correct each other’s imperfections. Rather, it is about two broken people learning to be broken together, savoring the imperfections, and finding a link to their own brand of normalcy in a wildly erratic and unpredictable world.

In contrast, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is about memory, and how the pains and heartbreaks we suffer through ultimately make us who we are. The powerful, esoteric duo of director Michel Gondry and writer Charlie Kaufman craft a beautiful, resonant film that follows Joel, (Jim Carrey who, much like Sandler, turns in an unexpectedly poignant performance from a traditionally comedic performer) a reserved loner who falls Clementine (Kate Winslet), a manic pixie dream girl if there ever was one. Their relationship begins in a similar manner to most films with MPDG’s (i.e. Garden State), but carries on past that, showing the bitter dissolution of their once magical time together as their wildly divergent personalities ultimately tear each other apart. As the film begins, Joel has signed up for an experimental treatment to wipe all of his memories of the relationship from his mind. However, as the procedure is underway, Joel realizes his mistake; His memories of the relationship, while painful, are a part of him, and he sets out to save his memories from being destroyed. Although wild and dreamlike in grand Gondry/Kaufman fashion, at the core Sunshine is a glaringly honest and affecting look at love, loss and the things that make us who we are.

Both of these films are available on Netflix Watch Instantly, and on a personal note, are two of my favorite entries in the festival this year. If you liked or disliked either of these films, join in the discussion in the comments below. If we get enough feedback, then we will release a podcast episode incorporating your feedback into the discussion. And remember, you don’t have to be a film snob to discuss: Anyone and everyone is welcome to join!

By now it’s no secret: I love scary movies.  And when I saw the Halloween decorations up at a nearby drug store I couldn’t help but get excited as my favorite time of year is quickly approaching.  Now John and I have some exciting things planned for the month of October, but we’ll let you know about them when the time is right.  In the meantime, I thought I might get my scare on and check out the latest demon-possession extravaganza The Last Exorcism.  So with a big old bucket of popcorn I sat in a very dark theater and dared this movie, “C’mon scare me bitch!”  Sadly, I’m not sure the movie heard me.  For as interesting as parts of this film are, in the end I was hardly scared. 

The film follows an Evangelical minister Cotton Marcus (Patrick Fabian).  Cotton has been preaching since he was 10 years old, and is much more of a showman than a real minister; he uses magic tricks in his sermons and often gets his parish to say amen to the most absurd things.  His father taught Cotton to perform exorcisms and he did his very first one when he was a young boy.  Cotton is making a documentary of his exorcisms to prove a point; not that exorcisms are real, but that they are in fact a hoax.  Cotton admits that nearly every one of his exorcisms was a fake and that he felt his services were more like that of a shrink than a real man of God.  But after reading about a young girl who died during an exorcism Reverend Marcus wants to expose the industry for what it is in order to save lives.  So Cotton takes his small crew with him on a trip to the backwoods of Louisiana, documenting his last exorcism.  Of course, strange things happen and Cotton must deal with his waning faith as he deals with what appears to be something very real. 

Directed by independent filmmaker Daniel Stamm, the movie was shot entirely on a handy cam and is presented as “found footage.”  By now we have all gotten used to the gimmick that is the handy cam movie.  Last year’s hit Paranormal Activity showed us how effective this style can be when you leave it alone and let the audience fill in the blanks.  Other film such as June 09 and The Blair Witch Project have fallen short of the mark as these films tend to reach for things and present the audience with ideas and notions that aren’t quite there.  This movie seems to suffer from this same fate as it struggles with being “found footage” and a Hollywood film. 
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00:00-Show Intro
04:39-Drunk Dials
14:56-Mailbag
32:06-Lara Croft and the Guardian of Light Review (XBLA)
39:47-Ys 7 Review (PSP)
48:01-Retro Review: The Adventures of Bayou Billy (NES)
53:44-Five Things
1:01:15-The Last Shot
1:02:53-Show Close

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DGR: 08.20.2010

Sometimes it’s hard for me to suppress my headbanging roots. My friend Craig isn’t any help as every time a classic thrash band comes through town he inevitably buys two tickets, looks at me with his big brown eyes and says, “But dude…I don’t have anyone else to go with.” So there I am, rocking like it’s 1989.

The so-called “American Carnage Tour” (*sigh*) was supposed to come through town back in February, but was delayed due to Slayer’s Tom Araya having back surgery, giving me a stay of execution for around six months. But it wouldn’t be delayed forever – you can’t stop metal, you know – and Saturday night there I was, pushing my way down a smelly corridor, making my way to my seat in the balcony of the Roy Wilkins Auditorium in downtown St. Paul, about to settle in for nearly four hours of classic thrash. And yes, I said “seat”. I’m thirty-four years old, have two kids, and am about as interested in participating in a mosh pit as I am attending a Justin Bieber concert; which is to say not at all. (Fuck off Moe).

In all fairness to the genre and the bands involved, I do hold a soft spot in my heart for thrash metal, if only out of nostalgia. Plus, surviving a Slayer concert just seems like a “bucket list” activity, doesn’t it? I touched on the subject earlier in my Big Four of Thrash article, and after having experienced a taste of it in the safety of a movie theater, seeing it live was too much to resist.

As I took my seat in the dingy auditorium known mostly for boxing events and broken seats, the lights went down. I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and prepared myself…
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The Summer Film Festival makes it’s grand return with a French New Wave spectacular: Jean-Luc Godard’s classic Breathless and Francois Truffaut’s Jules & Jim. We’ll be doing something a little different for these last few episodes. We want to incorporate user feedback as much as possible. To do so, I’m posting the discussion thread now, and we will read your feedback on the show, which will be out early next week. So without further adieu, let’s discuss!

In the 1970s, Steven Spielberg made us all afraid to go into the water with his monster hit JAWS.  The movie was an amazing success and the American Film Institute ranks it as the #2 most thrilling movie in history, behind Psycho.  Its critical acclaim and box office success spawned several spin off movies and similar horror genres designed to both scare us and destroy the swimsuit industry.  Perhaps the most famous spinoff (aside from the JAWS sequels) was the Piranha series.  Directed by Joe Dante in 1978, Piranha centers around two idiots that accidentally release mutant killer fish into a stream near the Lost River Lake Resort.  Mayhem ensues and many people are eaten by the tiny little bastards.  Instead of the nail biting suspense found in JAWS, Piranha focused on providing the audience with a lot of laughs and some cheap gore.  And instead of a giant grey fin and scary music to alert the audience that bad stuff was going happen, Dante used an underwater camera to mimic what the fish were about to eat.  

There were some obvious thematic similarities between Piranha and JAWS, so many that Universal originally filed a law suit against New World for spoofing the film.  However, when Speilberg saw the comedy-horror flick he loved it so much that Universal decided to drop the suit.  Unknown Director James Cameron directed the Piranha sequel Piranha Part Two: The Spawning, which featured flying piranha.  The movie was dreadful, but it did give us one of the great directors of our time.  Later in the 90s Roger Corman would try to bring the nasty fish back in yet another movie, but by then the awful JAWS sequels had left moviegoers looking somewhere else for their scares.  Piranha was never a critical or box office hit, but it is considered by many to be a horror classic of that era.  

Fast forward to 2010, several decades since it was safe to swim again.  Director Alexander Aja (High Tension, and The Hills Have Eyes) brings his cast to Lake Victoria, Arizona where a pack of killer fish are waiting.  The story is simple enough: Lake Victoria is a hot spot for Spring Break and each yeah the population explodes as thousands head to the tiny little town to get drunk and show their boobies. Shortly before the festivities, a small earthquake opens up a crack beneath the lake unleashing swarms of nasty piranha.  Now these aren’t your normal garden-variety piranha, these are prehistoric killer fish who have laid dormant since the stone age. And man are they hungry. 

Sheriff Julie Foster (Elisabeth Shue) is off to patrol the Spring Break madness and tells her son Jake (Steven R McQueen…yeah, you read right: Steve McQueen) to watch his little brother and sister.  Jake has other plans, however, as he’s been asked to escort a Girls Gone Wild crew and their hot babes to the hot spots in the lake. (Oh yeah) The rest of the story you can guess right now: scientists show up to investigate, they discover the ancient piranha, and a lot of drunk spring breakers get eaten (or at least nibbled on a lot).

Okay, so Piranha 3D is not a movie for everyone and it certainly isn’t a movie for kids under the age of 13.  But if you are a horror fan like me, or a fan of the killer fish genre you will absolutely love this movie.  Let’s look at why.
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Anybody growing up in the 1980′s will recognize the title of this article as one of Hasbro’s most popular toy lines. A slew of action figures and vehicles filled the closets and rooms of countless kids in those days. For most of us, these toys represent a nostalgic period of pure imagination and a culture of consumerism custom built for a 10 year old. However, looking back on the G.I. Joe phenomenon, I’ve come to realize that it represents one of the most cunning and brilliant franchises to ever grace the market.

It all started with one man who goes by the name of Larry Hama. Granted, the original idea for G.I.Joe had been around since the 60′s, but it was Larry Hama who turned it from a new version of the classic Army Man into a special forces extravaganza filled with eccentric bad guys and colorful heroes. For years, Hama’s G.I.Joe comic book series not only created a whole universe of fantastic stories and outrageous characters but designed his creations right from the start to go from comic page to toy shelves. Hence the genius of the Hasbro/Marvel alliance that forged the G.I.Joe name into a money making force. Not only could you read the comic on a monthly basis but you could bet that your favorite new vehicle, headquarters or character was waiting at the local retail store, ready for you to re-enact the stories at home. I have loads of memories, as do many of you I’m sure, of getting that new figure and being amazed at how close it resembled what I saw in the comic.

Sadly, like the fate of so many of it’s 80′s brethren, the kids grew up and the toys stopped flowing off the shelves in great numbers. The comic audience shrank and despite their best efforts to keep readers with shocking stories, G.I.Joe-A Real American Hero finished it’s run with issue 155 in 1994. There have been a few attempts over the years to resurrect the G.I.Joe line, most notably in 2001 when Devil’s Due Publishing rebooted the series. With IDW’s acquisition of the G.I.Joe comic property in 2009, the Joe’s were once again rebooted with a new comic series simply titled G.I.Joe. While being a fantastic book in it’s own right, I’ve always felt that something was missing. Some magic was lost from this world that I always attributed to not being 10 anymore. However, after perusing my extensive collection of 80′s classic G.I.Joe comics, I still felt that special connection to those characters and world. Larry Hama, the father of modern G.I.Joe was the heart and soul of the comic and without him, the series just wasn’t the G.I.Joe I remembered. You can imagine my surprise and glee when it was revealed earlier this year that Larry Hama would be returning to the G.I.Joe franchise.

Better yet, he’s picking up right where he left off over fifteen years ago.
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00:00-Show Intro
09:06-Drunk Dials
17:44-Mailbag
25:39-Scott Pilgrim the Game Review (PSN)
34:01-Monday Night Combat Review (XBLA)
43:10-Retro Review: Banjo-Tooie (N64)
49:51-Five Things
1:03:07-The Last Shot
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DGR: 08.15.2010