We’re sort of confused by this guy. His name is Mitch, he lives in Toledo, Ohio, and he had a blog that he posted fun stuff to, but hasn’t posted to it since March. Hey Mitch, you OK? Actually, come to think of it? This I Can Read Movies series by Spacesick (ie Mitch) is from 2009. Where are you, Mitch?
Here are all the pictures from the series because I (Elizabeth) couldn’t pick one I liked the most.
There. Weren’t those fun? Katie didn’t think they were so fun. Here is her take on the series:
There’s nothing in the world like pointless art. In a world where roughly 93% of the interwebs are dedicated to killing time, goofing off and otherwise slowly melting one’s brain into a puddle of easily entertained goo, it’s no surprise that the demand for mindless entertainment has given rise to such witty (the term is used loosely) endeavors as Spacesick’s “I Can Read Movies”. This series of fictional seventies-era-esque book covers manages to distract without really entertaining.
The premise of converting blockbuster films into novel form, and the resulting attempts at creating an eye-catching cover is a pretty neat idea; however, the execution falls a little short of thrilling. While funny is a relative term, as a general rule, certain criteria must be met in order for any good time-waster to be worthwhile (also a relative term). Most importantly, there must a purpose, or central idea, behind any attempt at humor, otherwise the entertainee (it’s a word because I said so) is left with an overwhelming sense of “Uhm… ok?” For the most part, these kitschy covers are firmly rooted in the aforementioned “OK” Zone. After a few moments of staring, the viewer is left feeling like an accountant at a hipster rally – confused and a little disappointed in the world (“Excuse me, did I miss something?”)
This adventure in Eh-ville isn’t a total loss. The covers for “Highlander” and “War Games” are pretty effing clever. I’d even go so far as to say that the “Space Jam” cover isn’t terrible, although I have to question the thought process which lead Mr. Spacesick to use the Michael Jordan/Bugs Bunny collaboration as a basis for satirical humor. When considering material for satire, one generally chooses a work that was actually good, since creating a mockery of something that sucked to begin with isn’t much sport.
back to Elizabeth!
Yikes. I see where Katie is coming from, but I also see where Spacesick is coming from. He’s an internet mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a vest, and I want to know what he’s working on now. I emailed him, but no response. Hence, I post this series with Katie’s “OK” recommendation and my own assessment that if these existed, and indeed smelled like album covers and Grandma’s basement (which is how they look like they smell) that I would want every single one of them. I would bring them out when people came over, and make them look at them with me. I think that’s a pretty stellar recommendation, there, Mitch. If you have these laying around and they do smell like Grandma’s basement and records, please send me a set. Thanks.