Thursday, June 10, 2010

Drink: V8 Fusion

If I have an addiction to anything, it's likely to V8 V-Fusion juices, which masterfully blend fruit and vegetable juices in one seemingly healthy package. There's no corn syrup or any other bad stuff in there, just fruit and veggies. They taste GOOD, and seem to be packed with antioxidant-laden nutrients. The main flavors...
  • Strawberry Banana contains the juice of 10 vegetables and fruits: sweet potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, beets, white grapes, oranges, apples, strawberries, bananas, banana puree.
  • Tropical Orange contains the juice of 6 vegetables and fruits: sweet potatoes, carrots, yellow tomatoes, white grapes, oranges, pineapple.
  • Peach Mango contains the juice of 8 vegetables and fruits: sweet potatoes, yellow tomatoes, yellow carrots, carrots, white grapes, oranges, peaches, mango puree.
  • Pomegranate Blueberry contains the juice of 8 vegetables and fruits: sweet potatoes, purple carrots, tomatoes, carrots, apples, white grapes, pomegranates, blueberries.
  • Acai Mixed Berry contains the juice of 8 vegetables and fruits: sweet potatoes, purple carrots, carrots, apples, white grapes, açai, blueberries, limes.
There's also Blackberry Cranberry and Passionfruit Tangerine ones I've had, which are also very good. Of these, the only one that's somewhat disappointing to me is Tropical Orange. Relative to the other flavors, it's just not quite as good -- it just feels like adulterated orange juice, and not as good. But all of the others are really good. My personal favorites are Strawberry Banana and Peach Mango, which are just really refreshing. Peach Mango mixes nicely with rum, incidentally, if you're feeling up to it. They're just a nice way to get a jolt of veggies and fruit without any peeling or anything more involved than pouring a glass of juice.

Note, not to be confused with V8 Splash -- which IS a corn syrup-filled beverage that you often see lurking in vending machines. Fusion is sweet, but it's from sugar, not corn syrup. So, remember: Fusion good, Splash bad. Unless you are into corn syrup, but who really is into corn syrup?

There's also a V8 Fusion Light, which is for people who are perhaps more conscious of sugar intake than I am, but I've never had it. I love this product, and hope V8 keeps cranking out more flavors, because I'm always keen to try them, and, with the exception of Tropical Orange, I've never been disappointed.

If I had to rank-order my favorites, it would be as follows:
  1. Peach Mango
  2. Strawberry Banana
  3. Passionfruit Tangerine
  4. Blackberry Cranberry
  5. Pomegranate Blueberry
  6. Acai Mixed Berry
  7. Tropical Orange

Give'em a shot, I don't think you could possibly be disappointed by them, unless maybe you're a dick who craves disappointment.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Splice (2010)

I saw "Splice" last night, directed by Vincenzo Natali and starring Adrien Brody and Sarah Polley as Clive and Elsa, these ultra-hip genetics researchers who apparently craft genetic chimeras for fun and profit, under the aegis of Newstead Pharmaceuticals, their employer. This movie definitely draws from David Cronenberg as its thematic polestar, although it isn't nearly as cynical or dark-hearted or political as Cronenberg). All the same, the movie is entertaining old-school Horror, as the power couple create Dren, this chimera that happens to have human DNA in the mix.

The movie is really a fable of parenthood, the perils of having a teenaged daughter under your roof, although, disappointingly, I think the movie didn't dwell nearly enough on the relationship between the three of them -- despite the foray into Dr. Frankenstein-style parenting, Clive and Elsa show only somewhat more parenting acumen than Dr. Frankenstein did -- clearly, the "could it be done?" aspect dominated over the "now what?" nature of the experiment. Elsa has deep mommy issues -- both personally (in terms of even wanting a kid) and in terms of her clearly-troubled relationship with her own mom (who is never seen, but her presence is felt, just the same).

Dren, the chimera they create, is the most compelling character in the mix, although Polley and Brody do a great job with what they're given -- I only wish they were given more and the biotech company angle was minimized in favor of the dysfunctional family trio they created. As it is, it's clear that their research work still is front and center, and Dren is largely sidelined to episodic snapshots in the barn they ultimately keep her in.

The actress Delphine Chanéac does a marvelous job giving life to Dren, who becomes both more and less than human as the story evolves. Although not speaking, she is very evocative in her pantomimed performance, and speaks volumes without saying a word. It's hard not to be both sympathetic for Dren and alarmed by her as the biotech fledgling literally flexes her wings and faces the world that her surrogate parents have done nothing to prepare her for (indeed, Clive and Elsa, despite feeling something for Dren, clearly have no idea how to be good parents -- any halfway good parent can watch what they do and sympathize, while also thinking "Okay, you guys are screwing up royally, here.")

Things spiral out of control in the story, and the ending's unfortunately a little sloppy -- actually, not entirely true: the ending-ending is dark and compelling, but the climax is unfortunately slapdash and while they wrote for it in the story, and prepared for it, it still ends up a little convoluted and undermines the work Chanéac did up to that critical point. While the "anything goes" aspect of her chimerical nature is understandable, and it's certainly alien as hell, I liked Dren as Chanéac and wanted more of her than the movie offered.

Complaints about the movie are mild -- namely the hipper-than-thou lab personages of Clive and Elsa, their emo/goth lab workers, the superfluous presence of Clive's brother in the lab (he's not even a placeholder, frankly -- he's just so much black hair-dyed meat), the rival/handler Barlow, and the company woman -- all of them take up space and don't particularly add much to the overall narrative arc of the story. Sure, the biggest, most chimerical monster in the movie is Newstead Pharmaceutical, and some Cronenberg-style nods are given to that, but somehow the blows don't quite land the way they need to.

But, Elsa's relentlessness, Clive's fecklessness, and Dren's monstrosity anchor the movie and make it an enjoyable, if not perfect effort. The dark humor in it plays nicely, and I laughed out loud both with it and at it at various points -- ludicrous and horrible at the same time. I think a little more attention to the relationship between Elsa, Clive, and Dren and less of the corporate angle would've made the movie better still.

* * * .75

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Tackling Race

I saw an ad that's either for Dr. Pepper and/or for pizza -- I can't recall. Anyway, there's a couple of football players, black guys, one of whom is (I guess) a defensive lineman, the other (I guess) is a quarterback (?) -- and the defensive guy delivers pizza to the door of the posh dwelling of the QB, and after giving him the pizza, he tackles him. There's dialogue in the mix, but I can't remember it. The QB's house is television-opulent, and this dowdy, middle-aged white maid comes into the frame and looks at the guys with an admonishing glance. Here, I found it...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-J9NvAalco

Now, you can see it. Something jumped out at me while watching that ad: the maid. Wealthy black man, white maid. Oooh! He's arrived, right? And yet, the advertising company was careful to have it be a decidedly not-attractive, middle-aged white maid. Not a hot, young white maid.

That choice made me wonder if they deliberately avoided that because they didn't want the knuckledraggers to get up in arms about a successful black man having a bodacious young white maid working for him, handing him his drink -- because of the sexual connotations, naturally. Instead, it's like "Sure, he's got a white maid, so you know he's made it, but she's not a babe, so you, gentle viewer, can be sure that there's no hanky-panky going on." I mean, not only is the maid old, she's the least-attractive person in the ad.

Given the constant use of sex in advertising, the deliberate sexlessness of the ad jumped out at me.