Peter Jackson is cooler than you

"Congratulations!" you exclaim. "You've just posted the eleventy-three billionth blog entry about the Lord of the Rings movies! You win the Ronco egg juicer *and* the Ginsu steak peeler! Call to claim your prize within the next twenty minutes and you'll also receive a free case of Lee Press-On Hair!"

Well, this post isn't about the Lord of the Rings movies. So shut up.

Nor is it about Meet the Feebles, although that movie is one of the greatest displays of sheer tastelessness ever - with puppets! I mean, come on, a knife-throwing frog addicted to smack? A bulimic hippo going postal with a machine gun (firing live rounds, by the way, because PJ couldn't track down any blanks)? A homosexual fox bringing down the house with his rendition of the song "Sodomy," complete with statue phalluses spraying bubbles? That's beautiful. Jim Henson is still rolling in his grave.

It's also not about Heavenly Creatures (amazing), King Kong (stoked), the rumored future production of The Hobbit (waaaaaaay stoked, if it happens), or any of his other works in particular. It was prompted by last night's late-night viewing of Dead Alive, and I'll probably toss a review of that up a bit later, but it's not about that either. And people need to stop calling it Braindead. It's Dead Alive. Get it right. But I digress... no, this is just a friendly reminder. Like Ben Folds says, "there's always someone cooler than you," and Ben always knows what he's talking about. Today's person cooler than you is Peter Jackson. Sorry.

See? I told you this wasn't about LotR. Legolas may be teh hot, but you'll just have to get your fix elsewhere.