The Bad Product Name hall of fame.
After 8 years, RiffTrax finally has a kickass animated intro song, courtesy Jonathan Coulton and Harry Partridge. My favorite part is identifying all the weird characters we’ve done over the years when they show up at the guy’s house. Any party where you can sit on a couch in between The Guy From Harlem and the Ice Cream Bunny is one I’d want to attend.
Boy am I happy with this.
Ok, even though I risk being shameless about my praise, this being a “RiffTrax” thing: Harry’s animation is so great and Jonathan’s song is typically brilliant and wears well after the 100th + hearing.
But, no pun intended, I don’t know what to make of this MST reference. Reference? Homage? Dis? I’m not sure.
Kevin Murphy and I chatted briefly about it and we suspect there MAY have been substances involved.
Let the work speak for itself. Though note, you have been warned.
Tension mounts in the RiffTrax Live: Godzilla war room
Thanks to all who attended our Rifftrax Live: Godzilla show.
An anecdote, if you’ll permit me.
This photo was at a script meeting that took place two days before the show and our rented room was adjacent to some sort of Real Estate meeting or something. Writer Sean Thomason and I ducked out for a coffee and saw, as it turned out, the keynote speaker yell at some poor hotel attendant carrying a tray, “WHERE’S THE BATHROOM?!?!” in a tone that suggested, “Where did you tricky, lesser people hide the facilities?” or “Why, when I, a man who owns cufflinks that cost more than your yearly rent, needs to urinate, does a urinal not appear before me, clad in gold leaf, you whelp?!”
Anyway, we took a break about four hours later and passed the room in which he was STILL speaking; three hundred people who looked as though they could not endure another miserable second watched as this clown droned on about something that sounded to me like, “Business business business, circle back, drill down, business business, change our head-set, business, contract for deed, business!”
So that’s the kind of guy who deserves to have bathrooms NOW in places he expects them to be, not in other places, damn it!
To anyone who might be going to Dragon Con and might be interested —
I’m on the roster and until a few weeks ago had planned to go, but I’m dealing with a weird health problem right now that would make being there for a few days difficult. The details are not that interesting, but if anyone is…
Thanks to everyone who came to GODZILLA last night.
What did you think of our new intro?
Rifftrax has really come a long way. Back in 2006 I downloaded an MP3 Riff for Road House, set up computer speakers in front of my tv, plugged in my IPod (remember those?) and then took out my physical copy of Road House on DVD (wtf is a DVD?) and proceeded to sync the two up while some annoying robot voice tried to help… Mike was the only person riffing. I honestly thought it was great but would never last.
Flash forward, 2014 and I just watched Rifftrax Live, via satellite in my local movie theater with a room full of nerds just like me.
Life is grand.
"I don’t want you fucking this up Scheider."
Steven Spielberg preparing to film the classic dolly zoom from Jaws (1975)
"When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you’ll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?"
I kind of love this movie, because it is so strange and wrong and unintentionally silly
Rifftrax: Yambaó (1957/2014)
"Yambaó! No, it’s not a dopey social media app you’d never heard of until it was purchased by Google for billions of dollars. Nor is it a miracle cleaning solution sold in 90s infomercials for only $19.99, including a bonus travel-sized tube of Yambaó.Yambaó, quite simply, is Yambaó, and there’s nothing else quite like Yambaó. It’s also entirely possible we just enjoy saying Yambaó.
Yambaó (AKA Cry of the Bewitched, but why would you call it that when you can call it Yambaó) takes place on a sugarcane plantation in Cuba in the 1850s, and centers on the love triangle between a master, one of his slaves, and Yambaó, the mysterious dancing granddaughter of a sorceress who lives in the wilderness - yeah, we know, another one of those dang Cuban plantation witch love triangle movies we’re always doing. It’s weird, it’s fun, it’s flirty, there’s a cave granny with evil magic powers, it’s Yambaó!
Join Mike, Kevin, Bill, and Yambaó for Yambaó Yambaó and Yambaó with Yambaó!”
Available now from Rifftrax!