Afternoon Links: Jam to the Squishy Sounds of the Three Flavours Cornetto Trilogy
The final installment of Edgar Wright’s Three Flavours Cornetto trilogy, The World’s End, hits theaters this Friday. To get you in the right mind-set, DJ Mike Relm has put together this four-minute mash-up of scenes and audio from Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz, and The World’s End. Who knew the old blood-squish SFX would fit in so well with electronic music?
- Clint Eastwood is in talks to take over for Steven Spielberg as director of the upcoming American Sniper.
- A man committed suicide in Olivia Newton-John’s home.
- Marion Cotillard takes a seat on the throne next to Michael Fassbender in the remake of Macbeth, a regal spot recently vacated by Natalie Portman.
- Outkast, with the music cast out: isolated vocals from “Bombs Over Baghdad.”
- Dr. Phil made an oopsie on the Twitters.
- “When James Cameron says there’s too much 3D in movies, it’s time to listen.” But remember when Prince said the Internet was over? And now look!
- “A male Laverne and Shirley on parole” isn’t a bad pitch, especially because semi-autobiographical prison tales are so hot right now.
- “L.A. is so weird sometimes.”
- The worst $350 you ever spent.
- YouTube is singing the Edward Snowden blues.
- Dolly Parton was made for Drunk History.
- “Shows featuring Timothy Olyphant as an angry person with hats and really low-riding jeans” and other specific niche interests.
- The regrets of Mandy Patinkin.
- “Suit and Tie” gets a metal makeover.
- Getting acquainted with the new cast of Survivor: Blood vs. Water.
- A dentist is planning to clone John Lennon from the Beatle’s tooth.
- Be wary of the brown cronut, man. That’s a bad trip: “The burgers are the deformed, ghastly brainchildren of Toronto burger joint, Epic Burgers and Waffles (in collaboration with a local bakery). They consist of a beef patty, yellow processed cheese, optional egg, optional bacon, and a ‘cronut’ bun topped with something called ‘maple bacon jam’ that looks like maple bacon jam after a dog threw it up in your bed.” Gawker’s Caity Weaver just supplied more nightmares with that paragraph than Wes Craven has in his entire catalog.