Studio rivalries aren’t exactly rare and near enough every summer you can find two or more billion dollar companies swinging their dicks at one another at the box office. But have you ever stopped to think what would happen if the studios stopped the bickering, put their dicks away and combined their resources to create a singular genre-defining super-movie? Well as weird as that sounds, pretty much that exact thing happened in the 1970’s with The Towering Inferno.
Apple, as a company, are well known for, shall we say, borrowing the imagery of renowned intellectuals and thinkers to bolster the view of their own brand. Newton, Edison and Einstein to name but a few. But there’s only one intellectual heavyweight we’re aware of who took an exception to being associated with the Apple brand. To which Apple responded by calling him an asshole.
At the time of writing this article there are approximately 40,000 Pokémon, most of which are next to useless from a competitive standpoint. That isn’t to say these Pokémon aren’t good in, other way, it’s just that if you want to get your Ash on and become a Pokémon master, you probably don’t want to be using a Pidgey. Likewise you’d be unable to use a Chatot, not because it’s overpowered or anything, but because it’s racist. Or at least, it can be.
There aren’t many movies released in the last few years that have resonated with audiences quite as much as Barbie. A veritable cultural phenomenon that’s likely going to set the standard for marketing summer blockbusters for the next decade or so, by far the standout star of the pre-release hype for Barbie has been Ryan Gosling. Something the man himself credits to, of all things, a lemon.
Many years ago at Fact Fiend we maintained an infrequently updated series detailing the exploits of men, women and the occasional fictional character in possession of a rare genetic mutation known as Diogenes-itus. A condition characterised by enlarged balls and the inability to recognise or give a single, solitary fuck. And today we’re reviving to talk about Peter Wessel. A Norwegian naval officer who parlayed not giving the faintest whiff of a shit into a storied career that piqued the interest of no less of an authority than his own king.