Here’s a little treat for all of y’all out there from Gizmodo. It’s a little video, set to music from Behind the Green Door, of a woman dancing with a sample of NASA’s new robot skin human avoidance system on a giant robot penis. Now we just need a giant robot ‘gina and we’re all set for Skynet to create a race of giant space robots that will eventually conquer the Earth and require the Governator to save all of mankind.

The Ass-to-Ass Guy
Woody Allen does an Eyes Wide Shut / Fatal Attraction combo remake
Lou Diamond Phillips to euthanize Mariah Carey
Made-up words in The Simpsons
David Lynch trailers (Misc. Oddities)
YouTube
Super Mario Movie rom [.nes, for those with an emulator]
(more) vintage film posters
Hong Kong Nocturne
$14 Steadycam
Braaaaaaaaaiiiinnnnnnss!!

I first heard of OK Go through the MoveOn.org PAC’s fundraising CD Future Soundtrack for America, which I purchased in 2004 in order to try to unseat our current political administration. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. What does work, however, is OK Go’s cover version of the Zombies song “This Will Be Our Year” on the album; a riveting, raucous, rambunctious, rollicking sing-along that I often can’t get out of my head. Now they have a new music video that I found out about through the annoyingly funny vh1 show Best Week Ever, which I just can’t stop watching. The video is for their song “A Million Ways” and features the band performing a well-choreographed dance routine in one long, continuous cut. I hope y’all enjoy watching it as much as I did. Now if only I could stop watching it. What a horrible proclivity.

I was trolling around looking for more information on the Bearded Child folks when I stumbled upon the side-splitting hilarity that is Timmy’s Wish. Timmy’s your average, classic suburban kid who refuses to eat his brussel sprouts. But with a little help from a Big friend, he may never have to suffer them again. This “dark” short comes from the wonderfully twisted mind of one Patrick Cannon, and has won best short at several film festivals.

(Darrian Weiss, who plays Timmy, also appears in the forthcoming 11:11 [.mov], which looks like it could be interesting.)

We received an email from our Dear Leader, Mike Lucas, who is settling into his new life as an Austinite. After a few days of anxiety-induced teeth-gnashing, Mike landed a job at the Alamo Drafthouse on South Lamar, one franchise in a chain of independent movie theaters that seem cooler than fresh iceberg lettuce. Mike also attended an über-double-super-secret-underground film festival:

so in the middle of all these abandoned buildings i found a garage door that was open. there was only a small amount of light coming from inside, but the all white walls made it possible for me to see people milling about. all 5 of them. underground … yes. embarrassed by the turnout, the guy working the door went out and got a case of lone star beer. for the next two hours my senses were overloaded with some of the most surreal/funny/incredible films i have ever seen.

Hopefully, the Bearded Child Film Festival folks will find a good location in Durham for their scheduled tour–if not, I’ll offer up my living room.

Mike has spotty internet access at the moment, but within a couple weeks time, I’m sure he’ll be posting from the city limits. I just can’t wait to get down there and guzzle some Lone Star while catching a flick at the Alamo.

Mike, you rock and we miss you. Keep shreddin’, brother.

In our irrealizable quest to become hot independent filmmakers, a la Entourage, I hope that none of us sinks to the level of abject assholism that Robert Downey, Jr. portrays so well throughout the majority of Whatever We Do. This 20 minute short comes from none other than Kevin Connolly (of Entourage fame) and features an A-list cast. Tobey Maguire produced this very well-done, if masturbatory, ode to alcohol-induced friendship-blighting, and so … well, ain’t that just great? Here’s to the alternate universe in which we here at 301 Films have achieved some semblance of self-actualization, or at least have become successful enough to convince a drunken Tobey Maquire to produce a short film about being drunk, rich Hollywood assholes. (Now, now, you know I’m only half-kidding. We’ll get there by the time we’re in our fifties.)

[via this savage art, William Speruzzi’s weblog - his short looks interesting, as well]