The Many Missions of the Fast and Furious

AIDAN: Here are the Japanese titles of the first seven Fast and the Furious movies:

Wild Speed
Wild Speed X2
Wild Speed X3 TOKYO DRIFT
Wild Speed MAX
Wild Speed MEGA MAX
Wild Speed EURO MISSION
Wild Speed SKY MISSION

ADAM: SKY MISSION! HOLY SHIT

AIDAN: I know! I can't wait for WILD SPEED: SPACE MISSION

ADAM: TIME MISSION

AIDAN: KITCHEN MISSION

That's Vin Diesel's cooking show.

ADAM: MISSION MISSION - they have to rob a Spanish mission.

AIDAN: FISSION MISSION - They get stuck in a cyclotron.

ADAM: OOOOoooo! IMPOSSIBLE MISSION - they have to kill tom cruise.

AIDAN: Can Dom and the crew catch up to Tom Cruise running full-tilt?

ADAM: And then as they start to catch up, Will Smith laps them.

AIDAN: Then Chris Evans.

ADAM: hahahaha this is the best worst idea ever.

Logan and the Monster Trucks

"Come on, Logan," said Pierce, his cybernetic finger snaking around the trigger of his rifle. "This ain't about you. We just want the tire."

"You can go to hell," Logan growled. Blood dripped from already closing wounds on his face and chest.

"Come on Logan!" said Pierce. "What do you want with that tire anyway? What's it to you?"

"I have to get this tire to a monster truck rally outside Dayton by Sunday," Logan said. "Otherwise my favourite monster trucker won't be able to compete."

Pierce's finger slid out from the trigger guard. "Who's your favourite monster trucker?"

"Duane 'The Unslain' McKenna," Logan said. "He's slated to face off against Truckzilla."

"You mean that truck that looks like a big metal T rex? The one that breathes fire and eats trucks for breakfast?"

Logan spat out a tooth. He could already feel its replacement beginning to push down into the empty space. "The very same."

Pierce raised his gun and turned to his band of Reavers. "Gentlemen, we have a new mission. We've got to get this tire to Dayton by Sunday!"

"Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!" the Reavers called out.

Pierce swivelled back to Logan. "If I do this - are we square?"

"Hell no," said Logan. "But get on my shoulders, I'll give you a piggyback ride." 

A Dubstep Remix of the Ghost In The Shell Theme Should Ease Your Fears

Fans of the Ghost in the Shell franchise have been worried that the upcoming big-budget live-action version of the story may not live up to the standard set by the original work. Put your mind at ease, because the latest trailer combines the cerebral and somber music of the 1995 anime with, uh, dubstep.

Let that bleed into your earballs for a little bit. Clearly we're in good hands here.

 

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Alien: Covenant Will Not Be Scary

Here is the new trailer for Alien: Covenant.

It is not scary.

It is not scary because Alien: Covenant, the movie, will not be scary. It may be tense, gory and gross, but it will probably not do the most basic thing you can expect of any horror movie, which is to scare you.

The first trailer delivers more of the goods, if only because it refuses to show us the slobbering monster that's skittered around our nightmares for the last 38 years (the one glimpse of that iconic eyeless mug happens in a shower, which put me in mind of the up-close confrontation between Ripley and the alien in Alien 3 - a terrifying moment in a largely fright-free film). The new trailer gives us a view of egg sac, face hugger, xenomorph and even a shot of a neomorph, which is all-new for this movieMy only hope is that it won't resemble the monster baby from Alien Resurrection.

But the trailer's candor is not what neutralizes its power. Instead, it's the discovery of a shaft of wheat on the alien planet.

"This is wheat," says someone, fingering the wheat. "What are the odds of finding human vegetation this far from Earth?" Someone then steps on some kind of spore-bearing pod plant thing, suggesting that wheat coexists nicely with alien murder fungus or whatever that is. "Human vegetation" is an apt phrase, though, because the clumps of wheat look like the stuff we know and love, with long stems and lush heads. It looks like the carefully cultivated product of thousands of years of human tinkering.

What's modern wheat doing on this planet? I'm sure there are answers, but frankly, who cares? Because it means that we've dug our furrow into the world of Prometheus (not scary) instead of Alien (scary). We're wheat-deep in Ridley Scott's absurd Chariots of the Gods-inspired mythology, in which giant humanoids that looked like angry marzipan statues created humanity, possibly sent Jesus down to us* and got so upset when we killed him (which, if Jesus looked an angry marzipan man, is hardly a surprising outcome) that they decided to destroy humanity altogether.

You may recall that in Prometheus, a faith-addled astroarcheologist (?) rockets to the stars to find those big white almond-paste gods, only to discover that they were destroyed by the horrific bio weapon that they had intended to use on the teeming hordes of Earth. The film was visually lush, unpleasant, a bit gruesome, and too ridiculous to enjoy. It also took the horror trope of "dimwitted people enter a spooky house" to ridiculous extremes, letting a gaggle of incompetent scientists loose into a Giger-esque nightmare of snakes and worms and black goo.

Alien, on the other hand, is one of the scariest horror films ever made. There's no grand mythology, no Baby Boomer-catnip cod mythology, no marzipan men smacking Old Man Memento around. There's nothing but a vast, indifferent universe with a monster at its heart. A group of people floating through the galaxy discover that they're just bits of meat in the life cycle of another organism. There are certainly a few mysteries - What was that ship doing on that planet? What's the deal with the Space Jockey? How much does the Weyland-Yutani corporation know about the alien creature? - but they function mostly as a way of deepening the horror, of presenting puzzles and withholding them at the same time. Would you like to know what's really going on here? No, too bad, an alien is chewing on your head.

Alien: Covenant is probably going to billed as a "return to the roots of the franchise". But will it be scary? No.

*In an interview, Ridley Scott said that the alien Jesus idea was a bit too "on the nose" but went to more or less confirm that sure, Jesus was a big dopey guy made of marzipan who came down to complain about the Roman Empire, why the hell not.