The Cabin in the Wonderful Marketing Department

The Cabin in the Woods is a new "comedy-thriller-horror-romance" film set to premiere early in 2010 from Lost/Cloverfield writer Drew Goddard and veritable geek-God Joss Whedon. These posters are some of the most clever posters I've seen in marketing for a film in some time. Take a look.

Alright, assholes. I keep preaching, no one listens. Here goes: "Drag Me to Hell" is the most fun I've had at a movie (with the exception of the idiots in the back row) all year. Make that, in a really, really long time. I wish everyone would see it. I'm not sure what it's going to take to get you all to see this movie, maybe some bribes...or threats. Once it is out of theaters, the film will inevitably lose its power because it relies so heavily on sound design, thus diminishing its effect on home video. For some reason, maybe the title, this movie has turned my friends off. I'm not trying to over sell this movie, but it's incredibly funny and scary and gross and a perfect companion to the "Evil Dead" trilogy. And speaking of "Evil Dead", remember that conversation between John Cusack and Jack Black in "High Fidelity"? No? Well, here's a refresher:

Those of you who don't see "DMtH" are cinematic idiots, and I feel sorry for you. So here's what you should do...as of this writing (6/20) this movie is still playing at Hollywood 27, which always makes for an entertaining excursion. Don't think about it, just do it. Please:

12:10pm | 2:25pm | 4:45pm | 7:40pm | 10:20pm

Also, don't watch the trailer. It's not misleading but it's not good and ruins some cool things.

okay...yikes:

http://www.reuters.com/article/topNews/idUSTRE5501PB20090602?sp=true

My first memory of Seth Worley is when we were both stupid kids. "Toy Story" had just been released and amongst other cool things that Seth had and I didn't (like a sense of self worth), he had both the Woody doll and the Buzz Lightyear action figure. I immediately broke all kinds of commandments lusting after his material possessions. I begged my mom to purchase one of those Buzz Lightyear action figures and still have it sitting on my shelf, now in front of my "Alien" Quadrilogy. "Toy Story" was a landmark. Not simply in terms of visuals or CG but in terms of storytelling and heart. The third movie is coming out next year and the following trailer made me feel like a kid again...only this time it's the future I'm envious of.

Lost isn’t over yet, not by a long shot. We’ve still got one thrilling finale left in season 5 then it’s another looooooooooong stretch until it’s time to brave the final season. But as this season comes to a close and, it seems, the show is wrapping up, I feel like I need to say a few words about the indelible impact this show has had on me (now is as good a time as any, as those of us who know Lost understand that the journey is a lot more important than the destination). I remember seeing the previews for Lost when it first came on (all the way back in 2004) and thinking, “Survivor: The Series with that dude from Lord of the Rings? Not for me.” It wasn’t until someone approached me with the concept of, and I quote, “monsters and miracles” that my geek flip was switched. To say I was enraptured would be an understatement. I devoured season one on DVD and faithfully watched the following seasons as they aired. I stood by my show, and defended it even when it really didn’t deserve to be defended. I have watched through tears, in anger, utter glee, and taxing frustration. I have been patient, though, and it has rewarded my patience one billion-fold.

No, Lost is not a great work of art. Hardly. It’s not a perfect show, either. But what it has meant to me is immeasurable. It deals with the issues of redemption, fate, and doubt (among other things) that I struggle with daily. It has tapped into the part of me that so frequently wishes to have a Tabula Rasa. It has expanded and explored the never ending thought that so often pesters me, “there’s something better out there”, it says. My identification with the characters has become part and parcel with my own identification. I am Locke banging on the hatch asking “why did you do this to me?”; I am Jack standing on the bridge asking for forgiveness; I am Hurley cannonballing into the ocean. The themes represented in this show are universal and yet they have managed to be deeply intimate. I am forever grateful that such a fun, insightful show was released in my lifetime and I was able to be apart of it, as it was growing, organically and creatively. I am not so quick to bemoan new shows anymore, or anything for that matter. I’ve learned that lesson. Everything deserves a chance. Lost, a show devoted to the theme of redemption, taught me that. I have said for years now that I will watch the finale alone, as not to be interrupted by any tertiary distractions. It’s not that I mean any great disrespect towards those I regularly watch it with, nor is it because I expect earth-shockingly great things (no, Lost has already delivered what it needs to to be great in my book) but that I will need the few moments after the credits roll to be by myself, with my thoughts. That moment will be at once liberating and crushing and I will need them to compose myself, to think about my life without this wonderful vice.

How could I think this way, you ask? It’s only a show. True. But I am of the philosophy that anything can mean something to anyone. I know in my heart that my life has been enriched due to Lost and I pity those who choose not to indulge in the fantasy, and who would rather be cynical critics. I hope there is something that makes you feel this way. Anything. Well, hopefully not internet porn…or drugs…maybe something a little more wholesome.