This weekend marks the glorious return of Arrested Development, which means we've been drinking heavily and reflecting on the great cultural legacy the Bluth family has left, mostly in the form of chicken dance. We've collected them here for your pleasure.
The dishy media blitz for the new, fourth season of Arrested Development has begun, kicking off with Bateman's recent interview on Jimmy Kimmel. He said the pacing will be unconventional, playing out in divided unison. Each episode will follow a different character through the same segment of time, but if watched all at once you'd see the entirety of the Bluth family's events, and how their actions are affecting one another.
The packaged season drops on May 26, so you'll be able to toggle back and forth on Netflix picking up at various plot points like a Choose Your Own Adventure. Oh wait, it gets weirder. Season Four forms one third of a three act story. The second and third acts will be told in the Arrested Development movie, which Bateman predicts will be out in another year.
Colossus of Clout got so excited by this news that they put together a series of album art, with each album centered around a different Bluth family member. They're great. Here's most of them, see the rest on their post.
It's tough being a coin-op addict in 2013. Despite being the nation's No. 1 resale hub for the things, most of Dallas' pinball machines are preserved in the caring homes of collectors, rather than in the corners of bars and laundromats. For 51 weekends of each year, that is a heartbreaking fact of life. But for one glorious three-day span, the whole world becomes infinitely more beautiful as the city goes multiball. That's right: The Texas Pinball Festival is back!
This year's thrill-a-thon moves even closer to our fingertips, setting up camp at the Hilton Anatole from Friday through Sunday. There, you'll find tournament play, workshops and most importantly -- bro down time with your favorite dear friends, all set on "free play."
Pinball enthusiasts are kind-hearted, honorable people, so they've offered us a pair of day passes to give away. Winning them is easy: Go to the Mixmaster Facebook page and like us, then write the name of your favorite pinball machine on our wall. (If you already like us, just leave the note.) I'll pick a number and do a match.
This contest shuts down at noon on Thursday, March 13, so move those fingers faster than the triple multiball speed round of Black Knight 2000, y'all. And good luck!
There's a distinctive meter to a Joan Rivers routine. A gap-filler, she's quick to follow-up a joke or talking point with a rhetorical question. It's a job most famously held by her "Can we talk?" catch phrase, tossed in to extend laughter until she pins it down with a punch line.
That doesn't change one-on-one. Rivers is always performing.
It was almost 8 p.m. in California when Joan called me last night. She lives with her daughter now, for equal parts work and companionship. In the last three hours Joan had planned Season Four of their reality show Joan and Melissa, wrote the next day's script for Fashion Police and was in the process of getting a manicure, pedicure and peroxide treatment.
But then, none of that is too surprising. She came up in the company of George Carlin, Woody Allen and Bill Cosby -- a generation of hustlers trying to succeed in 1960s New York. She'll say she was the last of them to rise up, but she used that lag time to even the playing field, letting audiences know that she could throw punches as hard as the men. Now, at 79, her career has ballooned. We'll spend an evening with her on Sunday as she performs her still-racy stand-up at the Winspear.
Is it still "camping" if it's next door to a Cheesecake Factory?
With her vampires put to eternal rest, Twilight author Stephenie Meyer was able to dabble deeper into other science fiction avenues.
In her book-turned-movie The Host, she invades the realm of alien body snatching and sets the stage for Earth's invasion. There, a lone resistance group remains, pocketed away from the Dune-eyed population, until one of its surviving few, Melanie Stryder (Saoirse Ronan), gets the touched-by-an-angel treatment. Drama ensues.
The big-screen adaptation gets released by Open Road Films on March 29, and to hype the thing, Meyer is traveling the country in support of her 2008 fiction release and its movie guide companion edition. For added photo bait, she's bringing two of the film's young stars, Jake Abel and Max Irons with her.
At last night's Dallas Chamber Symphony performance a film screen illuminated the front of City Performance Hall. One of cinema's first haunts -- The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, came alive again on its 93rd birthday. Below it, a tidy cluster of classical musicians plucked their strings, building suspense.
It was the newest offering in the recent trend of silent film resurrections, where a group scores an old film, then reinvigorates it by playing live -- airing out classics for an all-talkie generation. It's something that the Dallas Chamber Symphony has latched onto in its first year of programming, this being the second of such commissioned works and only the fourth presentation offered to-date by the start-up non-profit.
Zeb Coulter and Jack Swagger: WWE's Tea Party villains.
The WWE's weekly Monday-night extravaganza rolled into Dallas yesterday. It was, as you'd expect, the typical ridiculous collection of men in mind-blowingly tight shorts trying to wind up the crowd ("You've got as much chance of beating me as Tony Romo has of winning a Super Bowl"), lowbrow insanity (a man who had recently had a hip replacement being beaten around the hip with his crutch) and spectacle (the stage set was a magnificent piece of work, and several weighty gentlemen around me nearly had heart attacks at a lot of the fireworks).
Now: Wrestling, like any good soap opera, functions on good guys and bad guys. The WWE creates "gimmicks" for each wrestler to express a certain part of their character's personality and push them broadly toward good or bad. Then, when these men wrestle each other, we are more invested in the result, regardless of whom we're rooting for.
Led by the Instant Film Society, nearly 100 photographers, ranging from from beginners to professionals, meandered around Klyde Warren Park -- which we love, this ditty aside -- in search for the perfect analog shot on Sunday. Here are some of our favorite pics from the event.
It's the smaller categories that excite me most during the Academy Awards, and the animated shorts have a special place in my heart. The Magnolia is currently showing both the five Oscar contenders -- including Disney's darn-charming contribution "Paperman" shown above -- and five great runners-up. (My favorite is a little art-centered quickie called "Dripped.")
Give younger-you a reason to be proud of older-you; spend an hour and a half of your weekend watching cartoons while drinking. I mean, the Simpsons have a nomination -- that alone should be worth your ticket. They show on Friday at 7:45 p.m.