I used to think that the Last Supper took place the day before Good Friday, but I have been reliably informed by my colleague @holycharlie that it actually takes place on Wednesday. But seeing as the rest of you are likely as theologically misinformed as I am that I should point out my ridiculously large (though not complete) collection of pop culture Last Supper parodies and the Last Supper tag. They're sacrilicious!
Every home should be equipped like this, because I've seen a lot of movies and attacks by witches, zombies, dinosaurs, vampires, aliens and the like happen way more often than you'd imagine. Better safe than sorry. (From webcomic Geist Panik, via fandeb)
I don't remember this page from my copy of Where The Wild Things Are. Must have been an adult version or at least the brain of pop artist Andrew Wilson.
Gallery 1998 commissioned artists to recreate movie posters for their show Now Playing, and the results are both amazing and, in many cases, very weird.
There were two takes on Michael Jackson, my favourite being Dave MacDowell's Jesus Juice Superstar. Jacko's death and funeral conveyed a halo on the may, but I think the shine has definitely faded.
So Ms. Pac-Man is actually Pac-Man's mother? Which means Pac-Man is Jesus? Wow, I may have to convert from Frisbeetarianism. From pop artist Misha via Gallery 1988.
Conservation Status, from Threadless designer Aled Lewis: "All the best creatures are already extinct. This chart makes for depressing viewing. Sorry."
Winston Zeddemore: Hey Ray. Do you believe in God? Dr. Ray Stantz: Never met him. Winston: Yeah, well, I do. And I love Jesus's style, you know. ... Winston: Hey Ray. Do you remember something in the bible about the last days when the dead would rise from the grave? Ray: I remember Revelations 7:12...?And I looked, and he opened the sixth seal, and behold, there was a great earthquake. And the sun became as black as sack cloth, and the moon became as blood." Winston: "And the seas boiled and the skies fell." Ray: Judgement day. Winston: Judgement day. Ray: Every ancient religion has its own myth about the end of the world. Winston: Myth? Ray, has it ever occurred to you that maybe the reason we've been so busy lately is 'cause the dead HAVE been rising from the grave?
Oh, you just know this is going to be trouble. Jesus Vs. Ghostbusters, from Jon Andrew Davis, who still has some t-shirts available.
Richard Scarry mixed with the Beastie Boys. So clever and fun that I keep watching it over and over again. Originally stumbled upon over at Layercake, a source of much goodness.
Jefferson Airplane's White Rabbit, set to incredibly appropriate scenes from the original Star Trek. This makes me happier than it should. I first ran across it over at Boing Boing.
The Passion of the Christ with Benny Hill Yakety Sax chase music. It's sacrilicious. Thanks to Fandumb, via Culture Kills.
The '80s revival continues unabated (did it ever stop?) with the Transformers up for three Oscars, a new Rambo flick in theatres and a reunion of Morris Day and The Time at the Grammys. Even the upcoming Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is part of the trend. (And yet I still can't go and pick up a pair of desert boots. I've switched to the equally winter inappropriate Bludstones, but it's just not the same.) I hate my generation — our obsession with the touchstones of our youth is matched only by the boomers.
So of course it came as no surprise to see 80's icon Mr. T joining the fray in one of the few media forms he hasn't tried — the graphic novel. I suppose this differs from his 1993 and 2005 comic books, how I can't say, which both had quite short print runs. Will this venture be any different?
He's been in movies, TV shows both live and reality based, wrestling and put out an album. So why not conquer the world of 2D? If you want to see it for yourself, the whole first chapter is a free download. How about another tease, in the form of Mr. T in his Jesus Christ pose...
Well its got to be a chocolate jesus Make me feel good inside. Got to be a chocolate jesus Keep me satisfied
The return of a life-size, naked and anatomically-correct milk chocolate sculpture of Jesus is causing less of a furor in New York this week, because the display of the immaculate confection isn't coinciding with any Holy days, as originally planned.
Last March the Catholic League for Religious and Civil Rights was in a rage over the planned Easter display of "My Sweet Lord," artist Cosimo Cavallaro's sugary saviour.
Personally I prefer my blasphemous treats in the form of pop culture parodies, but I can't be too bothered by an incident that had my humming Tom Waits all week.
When the weather gets rough And its whiskey in the shade Its best to wrap your savior Up in cellophane He flows like the big muddy But thats ok Pour him over ice cream For a nice parfait
Below is a live performance of Chocolate Jesus by Waits on Late Night with David Letterman back in 1999. Good sound but dodgy video, but boy can that man strut!
I know it is the Christmas season, not by the ever-growing forest of lights on the neighbours houses, or the fact that advertisers have been pushing holiday shopping since the first of November, but by the specials on TV. There are a few that I just have to see to make me feel the seasonal spirit.
Mr. Hankey’s Christmas Classics has become a recent favourite, with the profane denizens of South Park remaking various Christmas classics and creating some of their own along the way. It is often blasphemous and likely offensive to many, but somehow it still manages to be sweet at the core. It also speaks to the eight-year-old in me who thought singing fake lyrics to We Three Kings was the height of hilarity:
We three kings of Orient are, Puffing on a rubber cigar. It was loaded, it exploded Now we’re on yonder star
So when Cartman sings O Holy Night, I know where he’s coming from:
And, O holy night! The stars are brightly shining, It is the night of our dear Savior's birth. O holy night! The something something distant It is the night with the Christmas trees and pie. Jesus was born and so I get presents. Thank you, Jesus for being born.
My favourite though has to be the lounge act duet of Jesus and Santa, singing carols and songs in the first person – a brilliant concept. Who hasn’t wondered what these two would be like singing at a piano bar?
Jesus: He he hoo, get away! Santa: Go away? Jesus: Get away. Santa: Where away? Jesus: Away in a manger, no crib for My bed That's where cute little old Me lay down My sweet head. The stars in the sky Both: Looked down where I lay. Jesus: Cute little eight-pound me (Santa: Oo-oo) Both: asleep in (Santa: on) the hay.
Another modern-day classic (ok, ‘80s classic) is Scrooged, Bill Murray’s greed is good interpretation of Charles Dicken’s A Christmas Carol. Murray plays the Scrooge-lik Frank Cross, a driven and cynical TV exec who torments his employees and keeps the entire network working to produce a live show on Christmas Eve.
Much like Groundhog Day, I can watch this film over and over again even though I know exactly how it’s going to turn out. I just can’t get enough of that smarmy Murray charm – plus, Bobcat Goldthwait!
Clearly I like my holiday fare with some edge and A Christmas Story walks it quite nicely. “You’ll shoot your eye out!” is all Ralphie ever hears in his relentless quest to get "an official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle, with a compass in the stock and 'this thing', which tells time."
Ralphie is such a sweet little geek, I’ve always imagined he grew up to be Zach Braff’s Scrubs character Dr. J.D. Dorian – the only other person I could see dressed up in a pink bunny sleeper with feet. There are so many great childhood scenes that ring true as real kid moments and not what adults think kids act like. What kid hasn’t thought about sticking their tongue to cold metal? Or realizes that the way you deal with a bully is to run away? Forget the film? Than catch up with the 30 Second Bunnies.
But my ultimate Christmas fave, the one I cannot make it through the season without is Dr. Suess’ The Grinch Who Stole Christmas – the animated version, of course. It is such an amazing piece of work, whose sum is better than it’s already amazing parts: the tremendous wit and words of Dr. Suess; the stellar animation work by Chuck Jones (director of multiple classic Loony Tunes and Merrie Melodies cartoons); and the dulcet tones of Boris Karloff as the narrator. It’s as good as it gets.
I don't remember this page from my copy of Where The Wild Things Are. Must have been an adult version or at least the brain of pop artist Andrew Wilson.
There were two takes on Michael Jackson, my favourite being Dave MacDowell's Jesus Juice Superstar. Jacko's death and funeral conveyed a halo on the may, but I think the shine has definitely faded.
So Ms. Pac-Man is actually Pac-Man's mother? Which means Pac-Man is Jesus? Wow, I may have to convert from Frisbeetarianism. From pop artist Misha via Gallery 1988.
Conservation Status, from Threadless designer Aled Lewis: "All the best creatures are already extinct. This chart makes for depressing viewing. Sorry."
The '80s revival continues unabated (did it ever stop?) with the Transformers up for three Oscars, a new Rambo flick in theatres and a reunion of Morris Day and The Time at the Grammys. Even the upcoming Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is part of the trend. (And yet I still can't go and pick up a pair of desert boots. I've switched to the equally winter inappropriate Bludstones, but it's just not the same.) I hate my generation — our obsession with the touchstones of our youth is matched only by the boomers.
I know it is the Christmas season, not by the ever-growing forest of lights on the neighbours houses, or the fact that advertisers have been pushing holiday shopping since the first of November, but by the specials on TV. There are a few that I just have to see to make me feel the seasonal spirit.
