cartoon action

So here's the secret of the Green Hornet: it's all about Kato.

(He's the one with the gun)

It's not a brilliant film, and there's not much to say that it's a Gondry affair but Kato basically gets to pull fine ninja moves all over L.A. and that's okay with me. Seth Rogan - who I adore, damn it - is himself, only slightly punchier and totally upstaged by his chauffeur x genius mechanic x barista x partner in crime. It does have its moments though, like a fight scene in the heart of Reid's inherited empire amongst huge bolts of paper and production lines of newsprint, and the faintly 1940s gangster style suits they sport aren't too shabby either. Not to mention the tricked out Black Beauty which is a truly envy-making car for a girl who grew up on James Bond.

Added bonus: Cameron Diaz playing the lone female character with a name. Not only that, she's kind of great - smart and feisty with a low tolerance for childish men. Even better, she's not reduced to a romantic foil (as in SPOILER doesn't have to make out with anyone). Plus there's the first sighting I've had of Edward Furlong in a very long time and a James Franco cameo which goes to prove the dude is in every piece of celluloid this year. 

john waters x lonely island x nicki minaj x my heart

watch it quick, before NBC makes youtube take it down

YEEZY THE LOUIS VUITTON DON

I don't actually care what you think about Kanye: his big mouth, how he feels about Taylor Swift, whether his new album merited a perfect ten on Pitchfork (maybe not, but pretty close). The man has KILLER style.

look good in leather

Jon Spencer Blues Explosion somehow managed to play a set last night that consisted almost entirely of dirty guitar grooves and repeated shout-outs to their own band name, and it was AMAZING. I'm also pleased to report that Jon Spencer is still rocking leather pants.

This video is the black swan to the Beastie Boys' Sabotage.

p.s. Gwyneth Paltrow/Winona Ryder.

GQ famous

So, uh, yeah. I'm GQ endorsed now.

http://gq.tumblr.com/post/2685068436/fuck-yeah-girls-who-read-gq

Courtney D is the mastermind. 

fuckyeahgirlswhoreadgq.tumblr.com is where the babes hang out.

really fucking cute!

you be Emmylou & I'll be Gram

Got to stalk the ghost of Gram Parsons by proxy on the weekend courtesy of the gorgeous Emmylou Harris and Sydney Festival First Night. I know Emmylou is a formidable talent in her own right, but lying in the grass and listening to her cover Wheels in the near-dark was a pretty heavenly end to Saturday.

a pretty boy, in his underwear

This magazine came out in the mid 00s, an enthusiastically dirty indie porn mag for girls that read like a zine and was full of cute guys sporting little more than tatts and boners. The print equivalent I guess to maybe Suicide Girls, but y'know, for ladies. (or dudes into dudes). I came into possession of issue #2 via ebay and it contains such delights as a cartoon dedicated to that most professional of groupies Cynthia Plaster Caster, but I'm kind of jonesing for the first issue which featured this arresting red-headed gypsy:

The photos are super lo-fi and mostly just of guys lounging around their bedrooms proudly holding themselves, and there's a couple of cropped crotch-only shots which makes it an interesting foreshadower of this current trend of celebs - and regular guys - texting photos of their junk. (HI KANYE STILL LOVE YOU). The articles are...brief. 

Sadly, despite being founded on a great sentiment and having an unbeatable name, Sweet Action didn't survive for long and folded after only four issues. On the plus side, the internet is full of blogs and tumblrs dedicated to this particular form of equal-opportunity objectification. Who doesn't want to look at a handsome boy in his underwear?