Don’t take to heart what the artzy jaded elite say about this. It is LOADS better then the 3rd and stands up on it’s own. The mixture of polished CG and practical effects makes for a movie that has been lost in the digitally over cooked action movie (see Wolverine). Check your contrived deep thinking mind at the door and think back to the bad ass nature of your 15 year old self. Bottom line: Robots v. Humans. Come on.

It is no secret that I’m a colossal fan of Harry Potter. However, I’ve taken a nice break from the world of wizardry and have indulged in a few other books; Little Brother and The Road, and I’m listening to Stephen King’s Cell again. However, the hijinks at Hogwarts are never far from my mind and I aways welcome the subject. That said, I wanted to show off some of M. S. Corley’s work. Corley of Kirkland Washington decided to redesign the Harry Potter book covers as vintage Penguin Books. I love this kind of design. Its alot like Olly Moss’s incredible re-imagined movie posters.

A link to the site after the break.

A link to the video incase the embedded player isn’t working:

This has been a work phenomenon for some time now, and I thought I’d share it.

Full Frame ended last Sunday. For most of the documentary film goers it ended with a late night re-screening of an award winning doc. For my self and Corey, it ended a bit differently…

Rewind to the day before. Corey, Kenneth and my self were heading to the corner sandwich shop and Kenneth got pulled away by a friend. Corey and I went on to eat. When Kenneth showed up he told us a story. Kenneth and friend were sitting in the hotel lobby when a man walks in with a dog. With surprise Kenneth said “What?” and his friend replied “Yeah, I know what’s with the dog??” “No, that is Orlando Bloom!” Kenneth corrected. After telling us this story I realized that same morning I was rushing to the box office because I didn’t want to miss out on films I wanted to see. As I came up the stairs, there was a dog tied to the railing. It was Orlando Bloom and his black lab…I walked right by.

From then on, there seemed to be a Bloom buzz about in our little town of Durham. Corey witnessed a gleeful young lad run up to a group. Gasping for breath and holding a stitch in his side exclaimed “I JUST SAW ORLANDO BLOOM!!” to a giggle of girls. Through out the festival I heard of all sorts of Orlando sightings. So much so, that on Sunday, before the award ceremony J. Scott and I were sitting in the lobby talking about the buzz. I began this rant about how if I was to in Orlando’s posse I would be his humility. I wouldn’t call him Orlando, I’d call him an ever changing varsity of American cities. The ultimate moment would be the one opportunity that Detroit (Orlando) would come up to us at a club. After elf dancing to Arcade Fire, he would be of need of a drink. His crew would abide and say “You can have my drink. “You can have my drink,” and I would burst out “AND MY AXE!!” Any rate, thinking nothing of this, J. Scott and I laughed about this and carried on the BBQ.

Now we come to the end of the festival. Corey and I had just saw an ok movie and were heading out for a bite. As we walked through the hotel I was regaled her with my Orlando Bloom story. We walk out side to the very spot that I passed by Bloom and dog. As we went out to the landing I said: “And Orlando Bloom was sitting right there and I didn’t fucking care.” As I said this, The black turtle necked clad man turned his head like a magical creature towards me.

It was Orlando Bloom.

Without missing a beat I rapped him on the back and said “And now you’re standing right here! Let me explain.” So I did, and he laughed. I asked him if he got to see any of the films, he said no, I asked him why he was in town, he said he was doing a “lil’ movie” (in a british accent, I forgot he was british). I said ok and just walked away.

As Corey and I went to IHOP, with a smirk of a memory that will never fade, she told me that she noticed his wispy facial hair moments before I said that I didn’t care about Orlando Bloom.

Anyrate, I’m in line waiting to see “The Kinda Sutra” and “St. Misbehavin’: Wavy Gravy”

I was telling Kenneth last night how great it is that this years festival isn’t festuin (no spell check on iPhone) with preachy films about the Iraq war or Katrina or W. It’s nice to have space for films about ineresting people and wonderful stories.

Case and point is the film I saw this morning about a film maker in India who makes a Indian Superman. Ruddy brilliant!

Seems the line is moving. Check back later. Cheers.