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Family Guy is one of the most smartest things on television. It's an antisitcom that's more about tv and how we relate to it than about anything that happens on the show. Any show with singing prom night dumpster babies, unnecessarily gory random brawling, a baby who perpetually does a Rex Harrison impression that depicts sitcome parents with a less than vanilla sex lfie is more than okay with me. It can repeat itself, it can trot out references that nobody gets, but it's original and it's forced to South Park to up their game with its sheer audacity and chaos. It doesn't always pull its intent off, but when it does it's sheer magic.
Prom Night Dumpster Baby Peter on Censorship |
Very interesting range of views on Family Guy.
Hmm... What do you think of... http://hwadarkwhispers.files.wordpre...k-garris-2.jpg In case you don't recognise the pic, it's Mick Garris. |
I don't know that guy, but it looks like he has horses hair.
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Added his name.
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Still unaware of who he is.
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I think he's a fuckin' dirty old pikey
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I thought he did a good job on The Stand. As good as one could do on broadcast television. I also liked his Shining. At least he read and liked the book unlike certain Kubricks...I mean directors...I know.
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Even though I stopped following it after awhile, the Masters of Horror series produced some of the best horror I've seen in ages. His episodes might not have been the best, but have to give him props for masterminding the project.
Also really like Riding the Bullet. Not familiar with much of his stuff, but I don;t have a problem with anything I've seen. |
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Not many know Mick Garris, but he has been one of the modern pioneers of our genre. His version of The Shining with Steven Weber and Rebecca DeMornay was solid, and his adaptation of The Stand was almost by the book. Of course he is the man who started the Masters of Horror series too.
Anyway, let's move on. What do you think of... http://api.ning.com/files/Mtcj6Uo0B8.../cthulhu02.jpg |
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