How You Know It’s Summer in the Duke City
The last day of summer hits Sept. 21. But for most folks, the season has a Memorial-Day-to-Labor-Day symmetry to it: 15 glorious weekends to luxuriate in swimming pools, ice cream trucks and air-conditioned movie theaters. For the box office, however, summer petered out weeks ago, coming to a dead stop the weekend after The Bourne Legacy got released and limping forward for another three weeks on cheap-ass horror movies (The Apparition, The Possession). So, now that it’s all over, who triumphed and what got marked as a tragedy in the dog days of 2012?
Now that Memorial Day is come and gone, the official summer movie season is in full swing. From now until Labor Day, we’ve got dozens of big-budget, explosion-filled films vying for our attention. Hidden among those Will Smith-filled blockbusters are assorted smaller-budgeted indie films worth your attention as well. To help guide you through this crowded battlefield of Hollywood offerings, we give you Alibi’s Summer Film Guide. Week-by-week Film Editor Devin D. O’Leary will provide you with all the pertinent info. Plus, we’ve got trailers! Read it over, mark up you calendar and get to the movies.
For those of us trapped in the 8-to-5 grind, there is nothing more luxurious than sleeping in on Saturday morning and awakening to the twittering birds and the clear sunlight filtering through the window. Pure bliss, right?
Being sick in the summer sucks.
I prefer to be a vector for infectious disease in the winter. It makes more sense to be wrapped in a blanket, slurping down chicken soup and not going outside in the colder months.
Alas, I was stricken with some sort of evil microbial funk this week. It started in my head and moved to my lungs. I prayed for death, but death was on vacation (I'm a dramatic sick person.)
I drank Robitussin until the floor became liquid and the cat spoke in tongues, laid prone for extended periods, took showers in a futile effort to clear my blocked head openings and cursed the almighty (Okay, really dramatic.)
The worst part about this affliction was the timing. I started my brand new staff job at the Weekly Alibi. There was no way I was calling in. I couldn't be that guy, the guy who calls in his first week.
But a dilemma emerged: I also don't want to be the guy who comes to work when he is sick, spewing germs all over his coworkers. That's a good way to make friends, infecting others with pestilence.
In the end I came to work, germs and all.
It didn't turn out that bad. I had the best interview in months. I asked a bunch of hard hitting questions and got the “This interview is over” handshake from the interviewee.
The joke's on him. He's probably lying prone somewhere, slurping soup and wondering, “How the hell did I get sick? It's summer.”
Microsoft Kinect finally gets a price. Is $150 too much to have your television watch you?
Julian Murdoch's MAME cabinet, Part 3.
American McGee still has it, whatever it is. Alice: Madness Returns teaser.
The previously Britain-only Doctor Who adventure games are now available (exclusively) from Direct-2-Drive.
Also at Comic-con, a Dead Space 2 animated feature and graphic novel reveal.
For all you stealth assassination fans out there, there's going to be a Hitman 5.
Eurogamer has put together an extended time lapse of Red Dead Redemption's stunning environments.
StarCraft 2 is out this coming Tuesday, and Blizzard dropped this sweet trailer to celebrate.
If m’lady is hankering to pedal her penny-farthing down a bucolic country lane, I'd advise her to stay away from the North Diversion Channel. This trail runs alongside the enormous eponymous arroyo, and the views are all concrete and desert sky. The trail starts at Balloon Fiesta Park, but you can pick it up at Paseo del Norte and head south, looking out over that mysterious industrial area around Jefferson where you've never had any reason to go in your car. (Has anyone?) After you cross Menaul, the urban terrain gets really interesting when the North Diversion Channel converges with another massive arroyo. You'll negotiate a swoop, twirl and dive through an underpass on your bike. I like to pretend that cars were never invented and all roads look like this miniature version of a mountain highway. You'll start to gain altitude and crest near the Big I. Gaze down upon all the pollutey motorists and enjoy a surge of smug cyclist's superiority. The trail ends at UNM's North Campus, but you'll be so close to the Frontier, it'd be foolish not to go get some huevos. You have to fortify yourself for the ride home, don't you?