This is a hilarious documentary about the introduction of cane toads to Queensland, Australia. Featuring an aged gentleman that enjoys watching them fornicate in his front garden. Each to their own.
Having now thought, I have come to a conclusion. It is this. The song above will play during the end of the apocalypse.
Having now uncovered what the end of the world will sound like, it got me thinking what the end of the world will look like. Hence the big black square below. It is a painting. It looks very much like the end of the world.
Thus, to complete the interactive end of world experience, feel free to stare with stone cold dread at this abstract "masterpiece" by Ad Reinhardt whilst listening to apocalyptic Bieber.
I still haven't figured out what the end of the world will smell like...I'm leaning towards mothballs. Or Subway. Probably Subway.
Maybe you heard, A Tribe Called Quest had a documentary made about them. By this guy.
Who you know from below-par 90s films such as Metro and True Romance. Fuck knows why he was chosen as director? Apparently Q-Tip was impressed by his "enthusiasm". To be fair, he has some experience rapping on some shitty comedy that no-one ever watched. And the first three letters of his last name spell R-A-P. Apart from that, he's never even made a film before.
The only trailer that has been doing rounds on the internet was an unofficial (and unsynced) ditty called Beats Rhymes and Fights (the film's actually called Beats, Rhymes and Life, after Tribe's fourth album).
They showed the whole thing at Sundance, without approval from Tribe. Hence the controversy, and a bunch of angry tweets from Q-Tip.
Bret Easton Ellis has written an article about Charlie Sheen, how every man wants to do blow and fuck hookers, and the changing nature of celebrity. It's great.
Rupert Murdoch is "the world's most sinister man". And not just because he shunned his Australian citizenship for American naturalisation. It is because he is Satan.
BBC journo Adam Curtis has done what I've always wanted to do but was too busy watching football and getting drunk to do, and collected an amazing bunch of film clips and text, charting Murdoch's rise from being just a bit of a cunt, to the devil himself.
It was called Calvin and Hobbes and Mr T. It was the best comic book ever. Then I woke up and this is about as close as it gets. Funny, informative, but definitely lacking in Calvin and Hobbes.