The inductees, presenters, and emcee for the ninth annual Texas Film Hall of Fame Awards are now locked for the March 12th ceremony. Actor Billy Bob Thornton joins previously announced inductees Larry Hagman, Powers Boothe, and Catherine Hardwicke; new presenters include John Cusack, Dennis Quaid, and Keith Caradine. Thomas Haden Church will emcee the event, which will be held at the newly renovated Austin Studios. For more info, check out the Austin Film Society website. Press release after the jump.

First time home buyers in Austin looking for little assistance as they navigate the world of real estate – and don’t mind a camera or two peeking over your shoulder – are invited to be the next candidate on Property Virgins, the reality series on HGTV hosted by Sandra Rinomato. Eligible candidates will receive "five-star service from one of the best realtors in the business" (Rinomato), a crash course in real estate, several targeted home tours, investment advice, renovation tips, and help with negotiating the final deal. Candidates must be available for a five-day shoot. Apply online at [email protected] or call 416-531-2500, ext. 675.

For our money (what's left of it), there's nothing better for chasing away the old looming depression blues than a short, sharp, shock of the Marx Brothers. And there's no better showcase for Groucho, Chico, Harpo, and Zeppo's talents than Leo McCarey's genius Duck Soup, an absurdist epic of love, war, and the old mirror gag that never fails to make us feel – if only for a little while – that everything is going to be okay, sort of. This Wednesday night, The Alamo Drafthouse South is going a long way towards dispelling the current miasma of doom and gloom with this unmissable Duck Soup feast. Go. Be happy. And brother, could you spare your server a dime? Yes you can.

Whoa! Glad we stocked up on all those crates of ammo we found at Smitty's Gun 'n' Fun the other day. Remember, kids: Aim for the head. See it for yourself (and don't forget your 20-gauge) at the intersection of MLK and Lamar Streets.

aGLIFF's new site is cute, I just love an organization that makes its goals clear. And on the website today the fest announced its own election results, as the organization says goodbye to current board president Alisa Weldon (L Style G Style publisher) and hello to Calvin Williams. From today's press release:

Calvin, a fan of gay films since he saw two men kiss in Making Love when he was 17, has avidly supported aGLIFF as a festival participant since 1989 and jumped headfirst onto the board only one week before the 2006 festival. He is thrilled to channel his experience as an educator and administrator into his role as President of an organization that brings the LGBTQI community together through film.

Additionally, the board has a new member in Hey Homo! co-organizer Chivonn Anderson. All this newly elected blood makes us thirsty… er… excited?

Despite my plea to the ether that no filmic breaking news happen while I was on vacation, the ether went ahead and broke it anyway. Like yesterday's news that SXSW posterboy Joe Swanberg would world-premiere his latest, Alexander the Last, there in a unique twin-platform release with IFC Film's Festival Direct – meaning, as the curtain goes up on March 14 at a SXSW theatrical venue, Swanberg's film will be available on video-on-demand simultaneously.

Two additional SXSW '09 titles will be available on Festival Direct – Javor Gardev's Zift and Matthew Newton's Three Blind Mice – as well as two popular SXSW 08 premieres, Joe Maggio's Paper Covers Rock and Barry Jenkins' Medicine for Melancholy (which stars new Daily Show correspondent Wyatt Cenac).

IFC also announced its new genre sidebar, IFC Midnight, which will traffic in the scarier, sexier stuff common to midnight movies. The Texas-made Wild Man of Navidad, which played the 2008 Austin Film Festival, will be one of Midnight's first titles.

The collective of local video artists Austin Video Bee and aGLIFF are presenting a nationally touring night of queer video art. CHANNELING: An Invocation of Spectral Bodies and Queer Spirits happens this Saturday, January 24, 8:30-10:00pm at the Hideout Theater on Congress. (NoCo? I'm sorry I even thought that was a word. Vomit.) The Cockpit on San Jacinto will host the afterparty. Sounds spooky, no? It's supposed to. To wit:

The intent of the program is to re-imagine film and video as occult technologies that allow us to connect with the bodies, experiences, and emotions that are often invisible – ghostly, even – in everyday life.

Boo! (Um, Yay!) It's a veritable who's who in young queer video art. It's the best five dollars you'll spend all winter. Even better than that fiver you spent on those Obama panties. We know you've got them… we've got them too.

The current issue of The New Yorker has a superb article on the hard realities of marketing a big-budget studio film these days. It's written by Tad Friend and you can find it here. Depressing but true, the piece profiles Tim Palen, Lionsgate's "co-president of theatrical marketing," and it's the kind of info-crammed articulation of Tinseltown WTFery Friend does best. Good stuff to know, well-explicated, and thoroughly depressing for those of us who don't like "cheese," or at least not cheese that runs upwards of $20 million in marketing and ad costs alone. C'est la Brie.

Okay, so you've read the story, you've wept over the death of VHS, and now you're thinking of inviting the rest of Joy Division and Charles Band over for an impromptu necktie party, but wait! Hold up there, sad VHS persons (you Charles Band fans can by all means continue approaching cyanosis)! Our friends at Nakatomi, Inc. have come out with a dazzling T-shirt that'll not only provide you with instant tapehead street-cred but also doubles as a handy hanky (stop your sobbing, already), or, when all else fails, an E-Z-tear, DIY asphyxiation device. Not that it's ever going to come to that, mind you. Based on an idea by Zack Carlson and artistically executed by Justin Ishmael, we think it's better than sliced bread, but not quite as cool as Betamax or old Atari cartridges. But that's just us. Long live the old flesh!