It's a pity that the comment was actually
about an American Idol
contestant and not some durty
boy~kisser (though the two aren't mutually exclusive). Usually we'd get "pitchy dawg" from Randy J
but he seems to have dumped that catchphrase in favour of suggesting extraordinary feats from young gals like we witness in this post's title. This season has been poor and despite the producers best attempts to keep the crazies in, it's been dull
Did Paula just release an airborne toxic event?
Dull, yes but also a mite trouser~tightening
. My dry~cleaner could send his kids to college and beyond on my thoughts alone about new host Kara DioGuardi
. She can sing, she can write, she can present. Yeah, so what.
Little Kara is lurvely
and what's more, that little gal's got a sweet little brain~box too. Ok, I'll stop the rampant sexist condesencion. Anyway, she certainly makes up for Paula's
incoherent pain~killer induced ramblings. And am I the only
person referring to Danny Goeky
as "Dead Wife Guy"?
Just like Lost, they're getting rid of all the good/interesting ones...
Elsewhere in TVLand, LOST
threw up an amusing moment. Well, I say amusing
but it was more of a coincidental
moment for me and the other ten people currently taking the Digital Culture
course at Uni where we have been discussing the panoptic vision and the Panopticon for the past few weeks. No, I agree, not particularly
funny but when John Locke
turned up in this week's episode with a new name, I chuckled in the way you only hear in art~house cinemas. You see, dear reader, Locke's new name was Jeremy Bentham
. And who invented the Panopticon?
First, she kisses a girl and now she kisses herself. Make your mind up luv!That's right
, Jeremy Bentham
. As I said not very (if at all) funny but it was a bit of a coincidence. Even more coincidental were the facts that Red Road
was on BBC2 during the same week where we were discussing surveillance and CCTV (whilst also watching the film itself) and Zidane: A 21st Century Portrait
was also screened on BBC4. In that 'film' 17 cameras followed the titular footballer around for 90 minutes whereas for our film projects we film the same area from 8 different perspectives. Yup, coincidence city. Or was it....?
For three years, I hid this award...
Yes, it probably was. Anyway if you're really interested or just effin'
bored (as 64% of people online are) you can see my companion piece blog which features some video, discussion and pictures relevant to the course. It's called Vintage Paint
- named after VANTAGE POINT
which, incredibly, we had to watch in week one of the course. Eclectic
is the word you're hunting for. *coughs*
So bear in mind that it's really
just meant for those on the course and my tutor if/when you look HERE
Bono called me a what? Pot, kettle, black.
And so to movies. I was pretty busy catching up on all the OSCAR
films before the ceremony but I caught them all. At the cinema I took in THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON
which was quite a tale indeed. Way too long to be totally
frank and the hospital scenes were unnecessary
at best. And that bloody
narration. I feel I should point out that I don't think any
film should be narrated, especially when they're pointing out the bleedin'
obvious as the Pittster
was often doing. And that effin'
Having said that, I found it most enjoyable with some spectacular shots and buttock~bashingly
spot~on make~up/effects. Could have been so much better though. And did they think that people had either forgotten or simply not seen Forrest Gump
"The beard, the hair, the grease - it's for a part right?"
Also at the flicks, I took in BOLT 3~D
which was much
better than I thought it would be (though that's hardly a recommendation) and I lurve
that song, I Thought I'd Lost You
. Sticking with the theatric experience, I finally
saw SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE
. Now whilst I don't wish to piss on anyone's chips, as it were
, regarding the feel~good nature of this movie (which personally it was not
particularly for me) there were a number of problems I had with this feature. I did enjoy it but the change in tone from a boy being prosecuted and tortured, quite brutally, for possibly
cheating in a television show (going out "live" remember, *coughs*
) to the detectives then believing him, pretty quickly, and releasing him after realising what a bloody nice bloke
he is, was patronising at best.
Sonic on the streets of Newport
But we buy into 'cos Boyle & Co
. show that that's how the country operates. We go from stark reality to heightened reality and the cliched denouement
didn't help either. If you haven't seen it move on now. Waits...
So his brother decides to end his own life just at the point when the final question is asked? He changes his "bad" ways and helps the girl on that very
night and then chooses death rather than escape? That's not
a choice that most people would make. It's a lazy film trait, we're only ever given two choices when there's multiple present. It was Eighties Hollywood all over with the Indians sitting watching televisions all over the country. There's more but I haven't the inclination and it seems pointless as everyone
is raving about Slumdog
, in much the same way Mamma Mia!
ran rampant last year.
The Hoff's just been told that Mickey Rourke is playing him in a biopic.
As I said, I did enjoy it but the more I thought about it the more all the various plot devices (different from the novel it has to be said) and film cliches got up my nose. Also irritating was Woody Allen's latest near~porn, VICKY CHRISTINA BARCELONA
. A real
non~event where nothing happens (not that there's anything wrong with that - you should see my films) but after it finishes, one is really left with an emptiness and no feeling or memory (of the film) at all. Apart from, of course, the bottom~strokingly
kissworthy Penelope Cruz.
A great performance and worth seeing for her alone. But I guess the OSCAR
already said that.
Penny - boob~scratchingly good.