An interesting breakdown of the editing that makes scenes in The Shining so visceral. Via Coudal.

Use it if you got it:

SOME male birds possess a wiggling tongue-like knob on their genitals, probably to titillate their mates.

In typical bird copulation, males and females momentarily press together their cloacas - genital openings - in what biologists call a cloacal kiss. A muscled tongue-like projection called a cloacal tip, spotted for the first time in males of several species of Australian wrens, means this might be more like a French kiss.

Image above has nothing to do with the story, really.

We don’t always bother with NSFW warnings here at DG, I think it’s part of our charm… HOWEVER, this entry over at Cinema Sewage definitely warrants one. Screen Caps and descriptions of an 80’s exploitation flick called “LAS VEGAS BLOOD BATH”, not for the faint of heart, but kind of hilarious.

The rest are here. Via Unique Daily. BTW, I love this pervy robot, shooting the clothes off that girl, before it kills her.

A new movie, starring Brad Pitt and directed by David Fincher, of Fight Club and Se7en fame. Based on a story by F. Scott Fitzgerald, about a man, born old, who ages in reverse. Looks good, right?

Via Kottke.

Whoa. How did this get greenlit? Visioneers seems like it’s going to be one, two-hour string of non sequiturs. The quirkster film tradition, rung in by the Andersons (PT and Wes) is hitting its baroque phase.

According to New York, Speed Racer is:

like a nightmare in which you’re trapped in an arcade with screens on all sides and no eyelids.

And:

the simple act of watching the trailer on YouTube hypnotized everyone we know into buying a copy of Catcher in the Rye and climbing a water tower.

So of course I’m going to watch it this weekend. I mean, right now. My AIM is officially “away.”

Image courtesy of Warner Bros. because that’s what it says on the other sites.

So Cindy Sherman made herself rich and famous by mugging in private photos, dressed up as other people, subsuming her identity in theirs. It was the art that launched 1000 feminist grad theses. But recently her long-time boyfriend made a doc about being swallowed by her identity as a jet-setting art star. Salon has an interview with him:

For five years he tags along as Sherman attends galas, hobnobs with celebs and collectors and jet-sets around the globe, spending his days as “the person hardly anyone wants to talk to.” The final blow, at least as he presents it, may just be when H-O brings Sherman to see his therapist in an attempt to save their five-year relationship, and the therapist chooses to take her on as a client, jettisoning him. “Even my shrink would rather be with Cindy!”

Via Rape Memo. It gets awesome when the blood starts flowing.