Sound advice, no? We’ll get to that in a moment. First, here’s good news for everyone who loves 3D movies. They’ve added another dimension! Hollywood Reporter reports from Hollywood:

Iron Man 3 will be shown starting April 26 in 4DX at a theater in Nagoya, central Japan, operated by the Korona World chain, which plans to screen 12 titles a year using the new format.

Fourth dimension" effects utilized by the system include strobe lights and equipment in the ceiling that can drop bubbles down upon the audience, who will pay a $13 premium for 3D versions and $10 for 2D films, on top of the regular ticket price. Average admission price in Japan in 2012 was $12.50.

In other words, you pay $25 so you can get water sprayed in your face. These theaters have been in Disney theme parks for years. As you’re flying through a scene from Aladdin, the wind blows. As you splash through a waterfall, mist squirts from a hose embedded in the seat in front of you. Things vibrate and tilt. It’s fun, except in the wretched Stitch ride, where you hear a big ripe belch and the room fills with the aroma of burped-up chili dogs. Or maybe that was just the guy in the next seat. In any case, it adds some novelty to the experience, but I really don’t want water shooting in my face when the Enterprise crashes into the ocean or Jack Black bellyflops in a pool. 

ART I hate the use “stunning” to describe things, particularly if they’re iconic, but these are stunning. And iconic. “Industry and Architecture in Mid 20th Century America” - the photos of Ezra Stoller.

 While we’re on the subject of industry, here's the hard-hitting go-getter exhortations of Jazz Age workplace posters. (via Coudal’s great collection of ephemera links.) Two favorites:




COMMERCIALS Everyone has to start somewhere. Flavorwire dug up 10 commercials with actors who went on to bigger things.Steve Carroll’s early days as a chicken-shiller:



MEANWHILE IN RUSSIA or one of its previously captured satellite nations, it's your daily ration of dashcam vid. First: an indication of how long one can reasonably expect to impede traffic by standing in front of a vehicle berating its driver. 

The poster frame tends to give away the ending, alas.





Oh, what the heck, have another.  It's like "Signal 30" every day on every road over there.