Editor’s note: this piece is an oldie, but a goodie. In honor of Halloween, we are rerunning it. Enjoy…
Halloween, as I’m sure most of you are well aware, is just around the corner, which means that the procrastinators amongst us are scrambling to piece together creative and original costumes whatever is handy.
(Need some last-minute inspiration? Check out the 3rd 4th annual FIC Halloween Costume Guide, complete with three seven new entries for 2008 2009!)
For truly motivated individuals, however, it is not enough to simply mask their own appearance. No, they must also doll up their…pets.
I don’t really want to reshoot the Rad Racing entry for our Halloween Costume Guide, but these super-sweet kicks have me, well, kicking myself for not including them from the get-go.
For the record, it should be noted that Cru definitely wears black Chuck Taylors in the film (hi-tops, natch). Just sayin…
Remember Biff, the big, antagonistic lunk from Back to the Future? Apparently, he’s quite the folkie. Check out this HILARIOUS video in which he skewers the cast, the franchise, its devoted fans, and not lastly, himself.
The Mumford tee has been spotted in an episode of Homestar Runner, a series of funny animated shorts that pun on a whole series of pop culture targets, some large and well known, others quite obscure. (Tip of the hat to FIC fan Chris R. for bringing this to our attention.)
Watch the episode in its entirety — 5 minutes at most — here; the Mumford tee makes its appearance about 3/4’s of the way through.
For those keeping score at home, this is actually the second time one of our tees has appeared in animated form.
In other FIC news, the Stephen King Rules tee cracked the front page of Rumplo, a clearinghouse for t-shirts from around the world. Thanks to anyone and everyone that voted for it.
Switching gears, I’m really feelin’ this track (and video) from Cold Cave, a buzzed about new act that traffics in atmospheric electro pop.
Needless to say, it makes me want to dance… effusively.
Adventures in screen-printing: someone effed up… badly.
Lastly, there’s this oxymoronic tee (pic embedded below), which features a split-faced Governator/Terminator advocating for… less gun violence. The official tagline: “Terminate Violence.” Oh, the irony…
One last reminder — we want to see your Halloween photos. Submit a pic of yourself (email address below) in a Found Item-related costume and we’ll post it in this very space. We’ll also be raffling off some prizes, as if you needed additional enticement.
Editor’s note: this is an oldie but a goodie. In honor of Halloween, we are rerunning it for your reading pleasure…
Loyal readers of It Goes to 11 know that we heart 1985’s Teen Wolf here at FIC. The implausible story, the inspired comedic performances, the side-splitting dialogue, the feel-good conclusion — this fine flick has it all in spades.
Michael J. Fox is certainly the star of the film, but in many ways Jerry Levine’s Stiles character (pictured below) steals the show with his self-assured preening, cocky chutzpah, entrepreneurial spirit, and rich, fantastically colored wardrobe. (Shameless reminder: we sell two of his attention-grabbing tees here and here.) For a more in-depth discussion of Stiles’ cultural significance, I urge you to read this informative, expertly deconstructed piece of film criticism that I stumbled across while researching this post.
In any case, I’ve compiled a list of Stiles’ best, most memorable lines. Enjoy!
10. “Are you gonna tell me you’re a fag?”
9. “Surf’s up…”
8. “That’s my middle name.”
7. “What’s it like coming out of the closet?”
6. “You looking to catch something?”
5. “What can I say — you’re beautiful.”
4. “I heard Mr. Johnson from shop class got his dick stuck in a vacuum cleaner.”
3. “Hey baby, nice hair cut. Be all you can be…how was Grenada?”
2. “So, what can a teen wolf do?”
1. “Can you do that anytime you want?”
Honorable mentions: “All sizes, no waiting!” and “How do you think he feels? He feels like a WINNER!”
For 80’s cinephiles, the Teen Wolf revival shows no signs of abating. The last twelve months alone have brought limited-edition Nike kicks; an inspired Teen Wolf-Wolverine mash-up; the runaway success of the Three (Teen) Wolf Moon parody; and, yes, word of an imminent tv rebootre-imagining that has some long-time devotees howling mad.
None of that compares, though, to news that Teen Wolf is now available in toy form (high praise, no matter how you look at it). By all means, feast your eyes on the pic embedded below. (Click to link through, btw.)
Truly astute observers of the Teen Wolf canon will note that this plasticized version strays from the source material in a few small, crucial ways (it’s all in the details, yo). In lieu of the film’s #42 and the Beavers (Howard’s high school mascot), this model features different digits — #85, a winning reference to the year the film was released — and Tarantulas (the name of the design firm heading up this project). How apropos…
A look behind the scenes:
As I’ve said before, this is the only Teen Wolf tee I need:
On those rare (or not so rare) occasions when you feel compelled to rain yummy marshmallows on your co-workers and family members, you’ll need a special weapon with special powers. To wit, behold the Executive Elite Marshmallow Blaster. (Click on pics to link through…)
Currently available online at the Neiman Marcus webstore — how chic — for a mere $55 (marshmallows not included, BTW), this pump-action weapon of mass-consumption is capable of projecting sugary confections up to 40 feet in distance. This marshmallow magnum, constructed of durable, space-age carbon fiber (not really…), comes replete with a matching, molded briefcase to help you look the part of a professional hit man (or just a jaded food critic with a professional axe to grind).
However potent, I can’t imagine the Marshmallow gun would slow this behemoth down:
Video stimulation:
The shameless requisite plug:
For what it’s worth, the whole shebang rings eerily reminiscent of Nike’s limited edition fictional tee shirt canon, which we profiled in this space earlier in the year.
