Gapfiller numero obscuro for you on the eve of the new decade (well, almost). This very piece of news has been circulating inside the tabletop scene and the space marine afficionado sects alike: Warhammer 40K is finally getting the movie treatment. The movie entitled ULTRAMARINES (read about the Ultramarines space marine chapter here) is done by Codex Pictures (the ones who did Bionicle) under the guidance of Games Workshop: so far faithfulness to the original source material is one of the most emphasized points of all official statements. According to the newsblips, Ultramarines: The Movie is helmed by a relatively noname director, Martyn Pick – on the other hand, the script is worked on by one of the greatest names in the literary WH40K universe, Dan Abnett.

This direct-to-DVD movie is quite obscure at the moment, the most important things are eventually published on the official movie site, such as the concept art below for the Codex Chapel Entrance. I am not completely won over and after watching the Bionicle trailers, I’d sacrifice half my friends’ kidneys in Tibetan incense rituals (or anything to that effect) to get Square Enix/Square into the production chair.

To soothe the hours (days, years) of waiting, here’s something relevant to keep you on your toes, a THQ-developed action-RPG entitled Space Marine – with a trailer.

Humans have extended and improved our lives through highly sophisticated and expensive mechanical organs created by a company called The Union. The dark side of these medical breakthroughs is that if you don’t pay your bill, The Union sends its highly skilled repo men to take back its property…with no concern for your comfort or survival.

Jude Law plays Remy, one of the best organ repo men in the business. But when he suffers a cardiac failure on the job, he awakens to find himself fitted with the company’s top-of-the-line heart-replacement…as well as a hefty debt. But a side effect of the procedure is that his heart’s no longer in the job. When he can’t make the payments, The Union sends its toughest enforcer, Remy’s former partner Jake (Academy Award® winner Forest Whitaker), to track him down.

Now that the hunter has become the hunted, Remy joins Beth (Alice Braga), another debtor who teaches him how to vanish from the system. And as he and Jake embark on a chase across a landscape populated by maniacal friends and foes, one man will become a reluctant champion for thousands on the run. (via quietearth.us)

Darren Lynn Bousman’s REPO: THE GENETIC OPERA last year was a sine wave, high with its much-promising cast (from Skinny Puppy’s Nivek Ogre to Alexa Vega, Sarah Brightman or even Paris Hilton), its fusion approach and the visuals, low with coherence and the lack of, well, anything to compel opera newbies to give themselves easily to its entirety. Whatever we missed – the cheesy, gory fun -, Miguel Sapochnik will put it back in his Repo Men remake – debuting on the 2nd of April, 2010 – featuring Jude Law, Forest Whitaker and even Master RZA himself!

Denzel Washington goes Fallout in The Book of Eli, a 2010-scheduled post-apocalyptic extravaganza. Kotaku’s already drawing parallels with the Fallout universe which is as obvious as anything, so really, get over it. Apart from Washington, the cast includes, first and foremost, Tom Waits himself as an Engineer (you could only top that with Ron Perlman as the Engineer’s evil twin brother. But I’ll include his dark swamp cabaret vaudeville here just in case), Mila Kunis (her Max Payne appearance hopefully forecasts annihilating mutant hordes with attitude and a leather-covered ass) and Michael Gambon. (UPDATE: And yes, Gary Oldman himself is there as well – who just managed to blurt out there’s a new Batman movie in the works including him in the cast.)

A valós élet és az elképzelhetetlenül szilárd animehajú, éjszakai multiplayer meccsekben brillírozott reflexű, ötezer dolláros baszadékhangú narrátorokkal figyelmesre élhajtott játékok közös halmaza a headshot: viszlát a fánkszagú ing mögé szíjazott kevlárnak meg a szív fölé rejtett, háborút megjárt, dohányszagú nagyapától örökölt cigarettásdoboznak, ha fejbelőnek, százharmincöt fokban megcsúszik a világ, lekapcsolják a villanyt, albumborító marad a vérfoltból utánad az aszfalton.

Ilyen headshotot sikerült bekapnom egy klasszikus gyerekverstől, hogyaztmondja Oravecz Imre majdnemhaikuja (7-8-9), gyűjtöttem a bélyeget, apa hozott három kilót, azóta nem gyűjtök bélyeget, most meg nézz fel a Google Trends grafikonra és értelmezd a lényeget, ez történt a cyberpunkkal is, neonegestül-esőbenhackerestül, ahogy kell. Most huszonöt éves a Neurománc, a sci-fi portálok egymás után robbantják a cikkeket, hogy naprakész-e még a múlt évszázad legjelentősebb víziója és ha körbenézel, naprakész annyiból, hogy jelen lett belőle. (UPDATE 1: Marvin – róla a cikk következő részében lesz szó – azt mondja, Siv Wideberg svédgyermekversíró követte ezt el, nem Oravecz. Boldog vagyok, hogy a svédek is írnak haikukat. Thx, Marvin!)

A Trends hevült szemű szomorúnosztalgia helyett bemondja a frankót: három éve stagnál a cyberpunk, gyakorlatilag döglött, bármi is legyen az, az ébrentartó érdeklődés egyik fókuszpontja pedig Magyarország, elvégre is mi pipáltuk ki a világ jó dolgait hologramoktól a telefonközponton és a tévén keresztül a művérig, üljön le, elégtelen.
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Erwin Olaf’s video ‘Le Dernier Cri’ makes use of a kind of hyperrealism that is characteristic of much of his work. Here the slick realism of Hollywood films is being driven to its limits, giving the whole work an absurd character. The camera moves in one long, continuous movement through a house; it almost seems to be floating. ‘Paris, printemps 2019′, reads a subtitle. The atmosphere in the house is suffocating – despite the spatiality and the fragile early-spring sounds that can momentarily be heard at the start. Everything is reminiscent of the ‘homely’ variation of modernism that was popular in the 1950s and 1960s. (catalogue.nimk.nl)

Erwin Olaf, as you will see, is someone Paco would approach one day, commissioning him to create a doll comprising magnificient tools, the tainted lust of a housewife, the uncertainty of encountering a new civilization, grafted fuck muscles and a skinjob not entirely unknown to subterranean cults who still remember why curves were formed as curves in the first place. (via grinding.be, pic below comes from photography-now)