Let the Sunshine In

Liz and Valerie love Danny Boyle. He just rocks. Everyone loves Trainspotting, but Liz's personal favorite is Shallow Grave (this may be because of her undying love for Christopher Eccleston or the fact that you get to see Ewan McGregor is a dress). So a trailer for Boyle's next adventure is out and looks like it could be fun. Liz and Valerie will definitely be there. Check out the cast: Cillian Murphy, Hiroyuki Sanada (The Promise), Benedict Wong (Dirty Pretty Things) and the ever-beautiful Michell Yeoh.

It's a sci-fi film, so let's hope Boyle can suspend our disbelief. The trailer for Sunshine can be found here. Check it out.

Party Poopers

According to an article in Reuters, a group of parents from Minnesota have started a campaign called "Birthdays Without Pressure" in response to an epidemic of super-expensive parties. They want to have a "national debate" about the excessive spending and the peer pressure that it creates. To which Liz and Valerie reply: "Nani?"*

Liz and Valerie propose instead that there should be a campaign called "Peer Pressure Is for Suckas" that will encourage people to stop trying to keep up with the Joneses, because those damn Joneses will always have better stuff than you anyway. Don't blame them because you got drunk the night before your big final and bombed the test, thereby securing your place in the social hierarchy (somewhere between "paper pusher" and "doormat"). And anyway, that Jones guy is more boring than a paper napkin manufacturer convention. (No offense to any napkin makers out there. Napkins are great.)

In conclusion, have whatever kinds of parties you want and ignore that Jones dork. Also, remember to invite Liz and Valerie.

*Nani: Japanese for "WTF"**

**Actually, Japanese for "what" but Liz and Valerie typically use it in the other sense

HBO strikes again

Liz and Valerie are starting to wonder what's going on over at HBO. First, they nab Preacher (and give it to a dork, but that's besides the point). Now, they've got another beloved series set for conversion into televised form.

A Song of Fire and Ice by George R. R. Martin, aka the Frank Herbert of fantasy, will be made into a seven-season series with one season for each novel. If you think that sounds like a stretch, you're so wrong; each novel alone could probably be its own series.

The good news is, it is allegedly being written by a guy who actually knows what he's doing. The bad news is, HBO is as fickle as Jennifer Lopez, so the odds of the whole series being made are woefully slim. Whether this is good or bad news for the Martin fans remains to be seen.

Preacher update telegram

ALLEGED FIRST DRAFT OF PREACHER SCRIPT FINISHED STOP WILL ALLEGEDLY BE ONE HOUR PER ISSUE STOP GUY STILL SOUNDS LIKE LOSER STOP MORE DETAILS AS THEY BECOME AVAILABLE STOP

Wailing and gnashing of teeth

Liz and Valerie were dismayed on several levels to learn of the upcoming Avatar trilogy. No, they're not talking about James Cameron's computer-animated but also live-action sci-fi insanity that he's been planning for most of his adult life; if only it were so innocuous. Alas, their beloved "Avatar: The Last Airbender" is being brought to the big screen.

Why is this a problem, you ask? Two reasons:

1. It's live action.
2. It's being written, produced and directed by M. Night Shyamalan.

Perhaps our dear M. will, under the capable tutelage of the series writers, be able to distill the glorious essence of the show into an equally glorious film, filled with martial arts madness and an adorable rendering of Appa and Momo. Perhaps somewhere, there is a kid who will not look silly with a shaved head and blue arrow tattoos, and another kid who can totally rock a massive facial scar.

Or perhaps this disaster of epic proportions will die in production hell. Liz and Valerie will accept either alternative, as long as the series doesn't become another Unbreakable or Lady in the Water. Weeping will ensue, rest assured.

At last, the repairs are complete

Liz and Valerie have desperately wanted to post for some time. Alas, Blogger was not being friendly due to some kinds of holes in the space-time continuum, aka site changes.

Luckily for everyone, things have apparently been sorted out, so the merriment may continue in this, the most glorious 2,007th year since people in approximately the 1,582nd year decided to start the numbering at 0, retroactively as it were.