Hulu open to the public

Hulu, the NBC and FOX video-on-demand site that I wrote about while it was under private beta, is now open to the public.

Pretend you are a celebrity: personal paparazzi

This site is the art project of New York photographer Izaz Rony. He will photograph you if you tell him them where you will be during a particular window of time. Only, you won’t know what he looks like or when he’ll be actually taking your picture.

Using information provided earlier about their weekly routine, the photographer will arrive on the scene, and unseen, take shots of the subject. The subject will be photographed walking through the streets, going about their daily business. Without posing and artifice, the camera captures only the natural beauty of the person.

The object here is to capture the natural beauty of the subject.

Not sure about you, but I don’t have much luck with unposed photos - they usually result in some sort of facial convolution or poorly-timed nose picking. Fortunately, you can specify the emotion you are going for.

via the inimitable kottke.org

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Speaking of paparazzi, does anyone remember the MTV Cribs Robbie Williams edition where he pointed to cows in the English hills and said, “See those cows over there? They are actually paparazzi that I shot and had painted black and white.”

I remember thinking that was hilarious back in the day - now, not so much.

Uh, ya might want to rethink that intro paragraph

So I’m perusing The Boston Globe’s web site this morning and stumble upon a review of Drillbit Taylor, a movie that from the start looked destined to end up in the $1.99 bin at Wal-Mart.

Globe staffer Wesley Morris opens his review with the unsubtle line, “It’s just Owen Wilson’s second comedy since it was reported last year that he tried to end his life.” Okay. Surely a review of an Owen Wilson movie can’t go without at least subtly referencing his suicide attempt. It goes without saying that Owen Wilson is a talented actor, and we’re all thankful he’s around.

But really, Mr. Morris - have some taste. Look at Morris’ use of the qualifier ‘just,’ which suggests that, had it been six or seven comedies removed from Wilson’s suicide attempt, this movie might not have been a steaming turd. In all likelihood, anything that tries to rip off Superbad this blatantly – while asking Wilson to mail in his sunny, whimsical self – will be truly awful.

Read the full review here.