Last week it was the third three episodes of the current season of Doctor Who, with a planet called America and the moon landing and Richard Nixon and aliens you completely forget about once you turn your back and then pirates and alien medical Sirens and this week it’s dead spaceship graveyards and the creepy disembodied voice of Michael Sheen and a mad woman who’s bigger on the inside and who might just be “The Doctor’s Wife” and also the guy who brought you The Sandman is writing the words…
It seems like the theme of Sunday’s Grammys were “I don’t know who this person is.”
The most British movie ever.
The Machinist‘s Brad Anderson to adapt J.G. Ballard’s Concrete Island, starring Christian Bale.
Robots to get their own internet.
You can buy the new Radiohead album this Saturday!
PLAY The Great Gatsby for NES.
Sex, drugs, and cannibalism: the Chilean miners’ story.
Hello! And RIP Uncle Leo.
House group proposes shifting Earth science funds to manned spaceflight.
This guy will buy you breakfast if you can explain Lost to him.
The science of heartlessness.
Michel Gondry is adapting Philip K. Dick’s Ubik.
Michael Moorcock on J. G. Ballard.
What makes black holes so black?
Crystal Renn addresses her weight loss and maintaining plus-size model status.
The Criterion Collection is on Hulu Plus (and so is your mom).
Americans know so little about the bible.
Also: Aaron Sorkin to guest as himself on 30 Rock.
“We live in a world ruled by fictions of every kind — mass merchandising, advertising, politics conducted as a branch of advertising, the instant translation of science and technology into popular imagery, the increasing blurring and intermingling of identities within the realm of consumer goods, the preempting of any free or original imaginative response to experience by the television screen. We live inside an enormous novel. For the writer in particular it is less and less necessary for him to invent the fictional content of his novel. The fiction is already there. The writer’s task is to invent the reality.”
-J. G. Ballard
The sun unleashed a huge solar flare towards the Earth.
CBS News’ Lara Logan hospitalized after sexual assault in Egypt.
Living towers made of humans.
Hans Zimmer promises that the score for The Dark Knight Rises will be both “epic” and “iconic.”
Also, 1 in 5 films coming out in 2011 will be sequels.
Click here to see the beginning of something wonderful.
Natalie Portman cries a lot.
Who makes shittier movies, Guy Ritchie or Zack Snyder?
by Jason Brockert, from here.
Pakistan issues arrest warrent for Pervez Musharraf.
There’s a DuckTales comic coming out. How awesome is that?
Twitter, translations, and the new geopolitics.
The Onion’s AV Club interviews PJ Harvey.
You rock, rock.
Why I want to fuck J. G. Ballard.
Maria Bello a reasonable replacement for Helen Mirren in the unnecessary remake of Prime Suspect?
An underground village in France where people lived for hundreds of years.
Jeff Mangum is touring.
Billy Ray Cyrus blames the Devil and David Lynch for his problems.
Facebook’s growing web of frenemies.
Michael Emerson to star in Person Of Interest, the CBS pilot from J.J. Abrams and Jonah Nolan about predicting/fighting future crime.
Pitchfork gave the new Mogwai album a 6.6.
Top 10 famous people who didn’t actually exist.
Donnie Darko‘s Richard Kelly to do a normal, traditional thriller next.
There’s a campaign to replace the N-word in Huckleberry Finn with “robot.”
“I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: boring. And that’s my one fear: that everything has happened; nothing exciting or new or interesting is ever going to happen again … the future is just going to be a vast, conforming suburb of the soul.”
-J. G. Ballard
I like and respect Jill Thompson’s visual take on Wonder Woman.
Speaking of which, Adrianne Palicki is the new Wonder Woman (in that David E. Kelley TV pilot).
…and here is the audition tape for Tanit Phoenix, who didn’t get the role, that shows how obsessed the pilot script seems to be with breasts.
Iain Sinclair on J.G. Ballard’s favorite artwork.
The underage cast of MTV’s Skins pose in their skimpies in Elle. Now go crazy, people.
The age of consent around the world.
“The businessmen drink my blood just like the kids in art school said they would…”
The guy who was raised by cats.