February 18, 2002
What it is, America? Welcome back to the long and lonely road of Entertainment Policing. You’ve probably heard about most of what’s gone down since the last installment of this column, including the restraining order placed against yours truly by Saul Worthington of the Bronx, New York. Sometimes the path to the truth can be littered with hardship and legal fees, that’s all I have to say about that. But the important thing is that we’re back, and ready with another two-weeks’ worth of vital editorial nuggets pertaining to the entertainment choices you, the valued reader, must make on a regular basis. But before we get to that, how about we set the mood with a tall, cool glass of Ask Roland? No? Alright, but don't come crying to me when you wake up in the middle of the night hungry for Ask Roland! You made your bed, now on to the reviews!

In Theaters Now:

Crossroads
As part of the deal that Hollywood struck with a devil on a moonlit night back in 1927, every ten years or so they’re required to put out a movie called Crossroads. And over the years they’ve delivered, starting with the 1929 French truffle of the same name, continuing with the 1931 Ruskie animated flop, then the 1942 Basil Rathbone picture that succeeded solely on the merits of having an actor with a very cool name on the marquee, then there were the famously forgettable “Crossroads” films of 1955 and 1957, Bruce Conner’s revival of the genre in 1976 (notice that there was no “Crossroads” film during the 60’s, and look at what happened then), then after that it was ten years on the nose until Ralph Macchio’s 1986 film about a blues guitarist who definitely doesn’t know karate, and finally the 1996 version about a man tying his shoe that was released to only one theater in Missouri, merely to keep up the bargain. Well, the Hollywood big-wigs are trying to make sure that doesn’t happen again, and are jumping the gun early in releasing this decade’s version of a lousy movie called Crossroads. This time it stars Britney Spears, everyone’s favorite virgin, who I’m beginning to suspect may have made some kind of deal with the devil herself. How else can you explain the legions of 13 year-old Britney clones that clog our shopping malls and amusement parks like the backwash of brine shrimp out of a whale’s ass? Sorry honey, but I think it’s time to side-step your creaky old tush out of the limelight to make room for some fresh young talent. I hear there’s a singing 10 year-old from West Virginia who can put her legs behind her head, you know.

Big Fat Liar
What’s funnier than Jim Carrey running around like he’s retarded and not being able to tell a lie? You guessed it, a 300 pound Jim Carrey running around like he’s retarded and not being able to tell a lie. They promised the sequel would be bigger than the original, but none of us dared to think they were talking about Carrey’s drooping leg fat. And yeah, it’s pretty funny, but I have to admit it’s the ultimate insult when Hollywood would rather dress up attractive people in fat suits than hire one of the many genuinely fat people available for the role.

Dragonfly
Strange new Kevin Costner flick about a doctor who’s wife dies and is reincarnated as a dragonfly. Costner’s character tries every kind of new-age chicanery to contact his dead wife, not knowing that she was the slightly greenish discoloration on the windshield of his Beemer all along.

Peter Pan 2: Return to Nevermind
Man, when Disney cuts a budget, they cut a budget. Not only did they shamelessly rehash one of their all-time classics by re-arranging the original footage and inserting a computer-animated wisecracking bedpan, they didn’t even spring for an original score for the film. Instead, Disney’s latest effort is set to Nirvana’s 1991 breakthrough album, Nevermind. A great album, but talk about your bizarre creative choices! You can bet there are going to be some tykes choking on their Cow Tails when they come to the theater expecting to hear “You Can Fly!” and instead they get “Territorial Pissings.” It really makes me wonder if there’s anyone manning the big magic flying ship over there at Disney. If there is, they must have slept through their alarm because I think the magic boat just crashed into a Kmart.

Queen of the Damned
I’ve always assumed that when you walk through the gates of Hades, they’ll have Queen playing at an uncomfortable volume. Apparently I’m not the only one who felt this way, since the band’s first exploitation film has them booked on a sold-out tour of hell. Spankingly gay frontman Freddie Prinz Jr. eats up the screen in his musical film debut, and gets some of it stuck in his mustache. They didn’t really say either way in the movie, but I’ve always imagined Queen would have the Village People opening for them on their tour of hell. Partly because I’ve long suspected they’re actually the same band.

Now on Video:

13 Ghosts
What’s scarier than a dozen ghosts but not quite as scary as fourteen? That’s right, F. Murray Abraham. Striking the same perfect balance of creepy menace he found in Scarface, without going overboard by being hysterically, pants-shittingly scary, Abraham turns in his best performance since he played himself in The Phantom Emancipation Proclamation.

Bones
Is space-doctor turned gangsta-rapper D-Forest Kelley ready for the transition to big-screen leading man? I don’t know, you might have to ask him yourself, but he sucked in this one. Even with Pam “Foxy-Boxing” Grier getting his back, I still wasn’t able to believe in him as an action stud, and the attempted turns on his trademark catchphrase (“I’m not a role model, I’m a space-doctor.”) ranged from the unintentionally funny to the downright pathetic.

J.Lo and Silent Bob Strike Back
They really need to beef up security on Hollywood movie sets these days, because I’m starting to feel like you can’t see a movie anymore that doesn’t have some clueless pop star wandering in front of the camera and gumming up the works. Sometimes they even play along like they’re actually in the movie, it’s pathetic. Here we have what would have been a fun family film that’s totally spoiled by J.Lo and her pottymouthed antics. What kind of nickname is J.Lo, anyway? Can I get that with fruit in it?

Television:

It's nice to know even when the movies whip it out and piss all over you there's still trust old television and it's top shows to turn to. Except for the Olympics have taken a dump on my TV. So, covered in every kind of bodily waste, I sum up the highlights of the Olympics.

Marguerita Mixing
Ice sculpting is fun, but what do you do when it's done? A giant ice squirrel is about as useful as... no, stop that snide comment, there's absolutely nothing else more useless. Anyway, the Olympics have done good this year, getting the world's top lushes to come in and see how fast they can pound down the sculptures into a fine drink cooler. Roland M. will be playing along at home.

100-Meter Slip-N-Fall
Usually instead of professional athletes this competition is made up of political prisoners and dissidents. They give them two minutes to get across an icy tundra with greased feet and if they make it, they get a commuted sentence. I watch it not so much for the rousing Olympic spirit and athletic prowess as the funny falling down and busting of asses.

Ice Diving
Anybody can execute a perfect slice into water, but it takes one major bad-ass to cut through solid ice. In fact, it's never actually done. Most countries don't participate in this rare event, but the ones who do definitely have dedicated athletes. The highlight for me was China's Ting Wa Noon, who actually broke the ice. He'll probably be awarded the bronze, posthumously.

Video Games:

Simpson's Road Rage (GC, PS2, XB)
Shows how anything is funny, given a few years. The craziest racing games out there features you as O.J. Simpson circa 1994, running from the law with a gun to your head, driven by loyal buddy A.C. You have to escape the law so you can prove your innocence and catch the real killers.

Jonny Moseley: Bad Trix (GBA)
What luck is that? That stupid rabbit spends years trying to get a hold of the cereal just to find out it's poison for rabbits. Now you've got 24 game hours to find a vet and get fixed. Not a real blast, but it was interesting to find out the rabbit was named Jonny. You think they could've made that more obvious in the commercials.

Drackin' II
Nauseating game about a skateboarder who got a hold of a bad Jack in the Box burger and has his tricks and jumps interrupted by violent bouts of vomiting. Can't decide whether it wants to be a skateboarding or a vomiting game, but neither one is very good. Reminded me of my own visits to Tainted Burger, though.

Well, faithful readers, according to USDA regulations that’s all I can give you for this week. Be sure to tune back in a few weeks from now for more of your beloved entertainment vittles. Until then!