Showing posts with label These Pictures Move. Show all posts
Showing posts with label These Pictures Move. Show all posts

Film: Awkward Hockey Players: Danny Brière and Alex Tanguay


It was mentioned on Mile High Hockey during training camp that Danny Brière was a bit of a loner on the team. Being a new member, he hadn't yet become familiar enough with his teammates to socialise on the level of, say, Marc-André Cliche, who is by various accounts quite popular in the dressing room. That isn't to imply anything about Brière, but merely point out his apparently quiet demeanour. So, while rewatching the Avs/Bruins game, I found this great moment on the bench. With everyone around him animatedly discussing a possible goal, Brière just sat there, dead still and silent. The length of that silence continued for 30 seconds, with Alex Tanguay joining his stoned pose midway through.

I love these little moments. So, of course I had to create a comedic narrative mocking it.

Below is the above scene without any of my additions. Enjoy that peace.

Film: Dick Stole My Teddy Bear Because I Used The Word 'Avant-Garde' And Said She Was Confusing Irony With The Post-Modernist Unmyself

There's a fascinating, heartbreaking story behind this. Maybe I'll share it sometime. But then, what's more heartbreaking than watching a thug who gets paid to murder innocent people or a deluded idiot or a shell whose final hope in life is a pay-per-slaughter subscription at the local Killer Recruitment Center empty out another human being's (or living creature, for that matter, "Death to the fur-wearers!" I love foxes.) cranium for some imitation shark-leather wearing chawbacon's stupid cause (be it religion or racism or greed or whatever)? Well, maybe watching a sperm whale slowly die before your eyes, while you futilely try to save it. Or Arrested Development getting canceled. Which it was. And I've never been the same...


Au revoir.