Where: video section of home-base two, Target. Browsing, killing time.
Quote: “A Clockwork Orange?” she said, clicking her tongue in apparent disgust.”That movie’s not even in English!”
Let the record reflect.
I’m not sure what that little scene means in the great scheme of things. Is it a sign of a society in a freefall or natural evolution? Is it a sign of internal elitism that needs to fleshed out? Is it a sign of a coming cultural apocalypse?
I don’t know. But I thought I should make a note of it until I figure of out.
Let me get this straight: they release Season One of The Love Boat, but Invasion Iowa hasn’t seen the light of day? Something ain’t right.
This little gem, which ran, like four straight nights on Spike — from soup to nuts — was everything you’d expect: Shatner, with his tongue firmly in his cheek; reality television (but wasn’t a contest); and, believe it or not, a lot of heart. This is one of the few reality shows I got into — maybe because the concept was so weird or maybe I knew it would be over in four days and could never be pulled off again
Come on powers that be … you people we call “They” … throw us a bone. The economy is tanking. Help us numb the pain of our sinking 401 Ks!
I remember distinctly seeing this (either live or via videotape) at Steve Moody’s house, where I spent a lot of my childhood. It was a truly global event.
I’m not sure exactly at what point of this 12-minute performance that I became a fan — it could have been the mixture of “Ruby Tuesday,” “Sympathy for the Devil” and “Walk on the Wild Side” in the middle (which totally blew my mind). Or it could have been Bono’s leap into the crowd. Either way, this song — and this performance — made me a U2 fan.
To underscore the subjectivity of music, I offer this: a couple of years later, in college, I played the studio version of this song for then-roommate Darren. He listened patiently. When it was over, I waited for his reaction to this obvious masterpiece.
“I don’t get it,” he said. “I mean, it doesn’t even rhyme.”
Hmmmm. I’ve tried to be more careful when sharing music from then on.
Saw the trailer for The Wrestler today. The movie is generating some Oscar buzz, although I mainly hear about Sean Penn’s Milk.
The Wrestler, though, looks pretty interesting. I liked it the first time I saw it … when it was called Rocky.
Of course, that’s a (lame) joke usually meant for sub-par movies that seem to copy other formulas (for example … see Twilight … ). But comparing The Wrestler to Rocky is not like comparing Twilight to The Lost Boys. Mainly because Rocky is a “serious” movie and The Lost Boys is what it is: candy. Plus, I liked Rocky.
The Wrestler highlights a down-and-out guy whose best days were in the 80s, and has since shuffled in relative anonymity before getting one last shot for glory. Mickey Rourke seems a shoe-in for a best actor nod. This is interesting, because, considering the description, it’s kind of like he’ll be rewarded for playing himself.
