birds on film

Last night the Saints won the Superbowl. Could there even have been an alternate ending?

Last night everybody won the Puppybowl. Could there even have been an alternate ending?

If you missed that masterpiece, please, at the very least, check out this year's starting line up, with descriptions such as "Bandit, Husky Mix: Women love him, men want to BE him."

Here is my favorite commercial of the evening:




Important Chicken slowly marching into the Oval office is the real show stealer.

In other birds-in-the-world news, French artist Céleste Boursier-Mougenothas has a new installation at the Barbican, London. He created an indoor aviary using musical instruments for perches. The result is, well, wild. I may just have to go and see it for myself.


 
My favorite review of the Superbowl half-time show came from deadspin.com founder, Will Leitch: "At the end of their set, The Who are going to smash their hips." 

The evening drew to a close last night with a car ride home discussion of scary movies. I have thin skin for spooky. I explained to my four friends that even "Picnic at Hanging Rock" did a number on me, and nothing too clearly horrifying really ever happens. [Cue: Foreigner's "Head Games"] But to me, even the girls' eerie procession to the picnic is nerve-wracking. Not unlike the Important Chicken marching into the Oval Office. 

But there is no real reveal and screaming chicken payoff. The main reveal is that I am a total chicken.

My friend Amy has never seen the film. Her husband and my pal Kevin astutely offered, ""Picnic at Hanging Rock" is basically about a group of school girls who go into the wilderness... and get attacked by synthesizers."  

[Holding arms above my head signaling touchdown.]