Category: By munchman

munchman: “munchman’s Outrageous Music Video?”

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by (yeppers) munchman

A few months ago, TVWriter™’s Beloved Leader Larry Brody bobbed when he should’ve weaved, reaped what he shouldn’t have sown – whatevs – and became part owner of a start-up animation studio called Southeast Asia Animation because it’s headquartered in Bangkok and if that isn’t southeast Asia then what the #@!$ is?

LB’s first step as Co-CEO was to put the Thai Team of animators to work on some projects that he and his partners Steve and Pace Encell hoped would become solid proofs of concept, that concept being that SEAA could make magic moving pictures happen for media companies and individual creators that needed ’em. read article

munchman: The Real X-Files Conspiracy

Mulder-and-Scully-the-x-files-79163_430_326by munchman

I love this idea about what was really going on between Mulder and Scully in the original X-FILES. Don’t know why. I just do:

…[T]he the only pseudoscientific conspiracy theory I’m interested in propagating is my longtime conviction that Mulder and Scully started fucking in the very first episode of The X-Files. I have fought about this with so many fellow nerds that I’ve basically adopted a “Don’t @ Me” policy in real life about it, like just accept and respect my beliefs, and I’ll do the same with yours. But. Ok. You know in the pilot episode when Scully thinks she’s been bitten by whatever thing they’re in the middle of nowhere investigating? I could look this up but I’m kind of enjoying doing this by memory. ANYWAY, she thinks she’s been bitten, and she knocks on Mulder’s door, and she’s wearing JUST A TRENCH COAT OVER HER BRA AND UNDERWEAR, and she SHOWS HIM JUST HER SHOULDER, and he TOUCHES THE BITE and SMILES and says “IT’S JUST A MOSQUITO BITE”? Like. I’m wet just remembering this. Are you telling me that they DIDN’T immediately have “wow I’m not going to die and I’m so relieved” sex right then and there?

–Haley Mlotek read article

munchman sees A VERY MURRAY CHRISTMAS

Robert Mitchum's corpse gives us his best Bill Murray face...and fails
Robert Mitchum’s corpse gives us his best Bill Murray face…and fails

by munchman

Talk about a predicament!

On the one hand, Yer Friendly Neighborhood munchola has to confess here and now that he absolutely lurves Bill Murray. Many’s the night, in fact, that I’ve YouTubed myself to sleep listening to My Hero spend a magnificent 59 seconds doing his inimitable rendition of the STAR WARS theme. Nobody does it like Billy Baby, not even Ella Fitzgerald.

On the other hand, I Netflixed A VERY MURRAY CHRISTMAS the other night, and, well, let me put it this way: Why the hell was the fantastically unfunny – and D-E-A-D Robert Mitchum running around the Carlyle Hotel pretending to be the Murrayman in a Christmas special so unspecial that it made director Sofia Coppola’s snoozily inept LOST IN TRANSLATION (which starred the real Bill Murray) look like (no, not an Oscar winner – never!) a Golden Globe nominee? read article

munchman: Nikki Finke New Fiction About Showbiz Website is Now Open for Beeswax

Hollywood Dementia Capture

No longer so infant but still muy terribe, famed Hollywood gossip columnists Nikki Finke, outsted creator of Deadline.Com (yeah, that’s a whole nuther story for a nuther day), is back with Hollywood Dementia, a new website presenting original fiction about all aspects of the Industry.

We could go into all kinds of detail about the site, but Nikki herself does that very well on its opening page, HERE. What’s more important to us, and to those of you who frequent TVWriter™ is this: read article

munchman: How to Pitch to Asshat Showbiz Execs

by munchman

The original title of this post was the less inflammatory “How to Approach ‘Confident-Beyond-Competence’ Executives as a Creative,” but we here at TVWriter™ made the unilateral decision to, you know, cut to the chase.

Although, as your friendly neighborhood muncher thinks about it, I don’t believe you need this whole article to know how to deal with execs who don’t know nearly as much as they think you do. You just have to know how to do what everybody else in your position eventually learns: Pucker up, drop to your knees, and plant a few on their little hipster tushies.

But what the hell. We’re in for it now, so: read article