MBG media review omnibus (June) 07 June 18
Sweet christ, I am a spectacular blogger. By which I mean it’s been a full month since my last post and, well, I’m sorry. I’m just not a very interesting person. That said, there *is* still a review of last month’s bbq being readied for public consumption, possibly in time for your labor day bbqs. Wanting to blog but having no obvious topic, I present to you: the things I’ve watched, etc., since sometime last month, in no particular order, as processed through a trope long ago conceived and discarded!
MOVIEFILMS:
If you see only one ball-witheringly slow “art film” about pre-crack Watts, for reasons of its glowing critical reception, with no hopes of ever remembering anything that happened (as there was essentially nothing), I guess you might as well make it Killer of Sheep.
If you see only one Spike Lee joint that is seemingly really not-all-that-about-race, inexplicably featuring Jodie Foster (does she still have her fastball? I can’t even tell), I would recommend Inside Man.
If, however, you’d prefer a mind-blowing and gorgeous meditation on, shit, I dunno, life, death, love, humanity, transcendence, fucking everything (once again proving that the critics ain’t infallible), gather as much gear as you can find and settle in for The Fountain, possibly on repeat for 6-10 hours.
CROSSDRESSERS:
WAIT, NO, TELEVISION!:
If you see only one surfing-fetishizing family drama with Twin Peaks-ish mysteries to be solved that makes you curious about Monism, I’d highly recommend John from Cincinatti.
But if you see only one half-hour HBO comedy program transparently pitched at my (our?) general demographic and blatantly Tenacious D-rivative, I suppose you could do worse than Flight of the Conchords
If you prefer your tv of the long-overdue (and readily available on dvd) variety, might I recommend having your co-bloggers force-feed you episodes of Angel for long enough that you overcome the fact that you hated him on Buffy for being such a douchey twat and recognize that the Joss crew can write lines that make you chuckle regardless.
JAMZ:
If you only see one 60s girl-group revival act you’d like to fuck (60sggrailf, obv!), I’d so totally go see The Pipettes that no amount of ignorant hateration could sway me (big ups to Smoosh though!).
If you see only one other British revival of some excellent old sounds (though this time in a sort of dancy post-punk way) with an eminently eff-able frontwoman (who is not, btw, an angel, of Charlie or anyone else (to my knowledge)), I would definitely go see The Long Blondes.
If you see only one band of young Texans with assuredly more, um, ‘aggressive’ (?) hairstyles than are depicted anywhere online but who will nevertheless put on a tremendously fun and energetic show and who seem primed for some serious stardom, Voxtrot’s the ticket.
BOOKS:
I um… see I… I mostly play video games.
COMING SOON!:
Might this one website manage to drain me of all spare time and cash? Possible - stay tuned!