Gunar got it:

carmen electra…

prize?

gunar

Gene got it:

Car-Men-Elect-Osiris

haha, only joking,

Carmen Electra

I look forward to next week’s mid week quiz. I think the independent or the times has something similar in the back of their magazine. I can never do them though because they’re themed on things like “ex-C.E.O’s of high-street banks” or “cricketers”.

Joe got it:

car men elect ra

woo…

Thomas got it:

CAR – MEN – ELECT – RAAAAA

a-thank yaww

No Thomas, a-thank yaww.

Spike Jonze’s Where the Wild Things Are has been a long time coming. As if the twenty-five fucking years it took to get made weren’t bad enough, everyone stupid enough to live in the UK is now waiting the grueling eight weeks (EIGHT!) it’s taking to arrive from the States.

Except me of course, because like some sort of infinitely jammy dodger, I’ve seen it.

Which allows me to tell you that the J-dog has done something very clever with this. He’s spent alottalotta money to adapt one of the most successful kids books of all time and then made sure that not one kid on the face of the planet is going to understand it. Normally, this sort of thing annoys me. I hate all the Dreamworks Animation ‘fart noises for the kids, topical references for the adults’ bullshit. But in this one case I can wholeheartedly say: FUCK THE KIDS.

Because I can understand it. I can understand its beautiful poetic reflection on the nature of childhood. I can understand its complex and reasoned characterisation. I can even understand what Karen O is saying when she shouts over the top of the movie every few minutes.

Not one for the whole family. And thank fuck for that.

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I know that crap movies posters are pretty much par for the course on the side of buses, but this Paranormal Activity one that’s been doing the rounds in London over the last couple of weeks really takes the biscuit.

I mean seriously, in what way is it even remotely acceptable to have a poster that is literally just a couple of bits of text? And not in a high-concept Antichrist-style way, but in the most mundane obvious way imaginable.

It looks like a bad Tony Scott film, when in actual fact it is totes wicked.

Don’t believe the marketeers.

Slow News Day: Why not see if you can identify the name of this American (sort of) actress by following the visual clues clockwise from the top left?

The correct answer will be announced tomorrow.

I bet they haven’t thought of this on the Guardian Film Blog.

There is nothing on Earth more exciting than an unmarked sealed box.

Except perhaps the contents of this one:

Yesssssssss!

A special superific hardback gold-sealed megatron brillatastic copy of Where the Wild Things Are, along with a copy of the trailer, a nice bit of introductory card and…

A big old ludicrous poster.

Note to cynics: The fact that certain other people may have received this box a little while ago does not make it any less special or exciting.