This weekend, most of us went to see Where the Wild Things Are and went "Damn, that's awesome."
And then there's that other guy. Kanye West went to see Where the Wild Things Are this weekend and went, "Damn, that's awesome. I should totally leak that fucked-up unreleased 11-minute short film I did with Spike Jonze." Which is exactly what he did, although evidently Mr. West thought better of it and later took it down. Or maybe Spike went to Kanye's house and threatened to reanimate the little rat who lives in Kanye's stomach. In any case, the Kanye/Jonze movie is no longer on Kanye's blog but is now all over the toobs.
Kanye: will you please let someone have a fucking moment this year?
It's a shame, too, 'cuz Kanye + Spike's "We Were Once A Fairytale" deserves a closer look that it's gonna get right this second. It's a mini-Eraserhead that seems destined to spawn thousands of stoned, late-night debates about the debilitating effects of stardom on the human mind. Like how fame makes you get so shitfaced and paranoid that the appearance of models & bottles precipitates a psychotropic hallucination in which the star pukes rose petals, screws an imaginary girl, disembowels himself, pulls a rodent out of his stomach, and convinces the rodent to commit suicide.
Nornally we would discuss this at length. And as soon as we're done watercoolering James Gandolfini's nose whistling, we'll get right on that.