3 posts tagged “music”
yesterday was the last day without my sister and her family in the house so i had the whole evening to myself. i was all about doing all this laundry and moving rooms around and dishes and shit. you know what i did? i ate and watched 3 movies and read more HP. nothing got done. i fibbed to my mom about the phone running out of battery so i wouldn't have to spend the entire night listening to her whine about my brother. and then i watched Howl's Moving Castle cuz i heart that movie. and then i watched Match Point cuz i heart Scarlett Johansson. and then i watched Snakes On A Plane.
eh? what? oh. you noticed the lack of heart there. that's because i would have probably gone postal if i'd wasted any amount of money to see that rank ass flick. i'm lucky in that i have friends with really horrible taste and nothing worthwhile to spend their money on. they let me borrow it. to thank them for sharing the horror that is this film and it's putrid acting, i'd like to slip a scorpion into the box when i give it back because you can't tell me they didn't know how bad this movie was when they handed it to me. sonsabichess. and, who the FUCK are those little twats singing the Snakes On A Plane Uberghey Theme Song? who. are. they. i want them dead. William Wallace style. i had hoped that this film followed the soundtrack rule: sucky song = good movie. if it had, the academy would have rolled over and died at how motherfucking wonderful this film was. i think the film industry has caught on and done a switcheroo on us all.
film exec: because this movie eats rusty dick, let's go a step further, shall we? let's be innovative. let's make the whole entire film suck like Ron Jeremy on a titty! we'll gather together a handful of wanna be rockers and make them sing this! whaddya say?
producers: excellent! i'm riiiich, biiiiitch!
one smart intern: can't we just have them ghost ride the whip? it would suck so much less.
this band. these people. what the hell were they thinking? cobra starship? no. that white girl looks like she's probably pushing 40. when she sings i get the impression she's about 4 seconds away from breaking down into a slobbery, mascara-running crying fit. i love when she bends over and tries to do a sexy hip swing and her pelvis catches. it looks like it hurt. she deserves it.
the lead singer schmooze reminds me of Pink from The Wall. that's not a good thing, either. why is this guy wearing a trendy scarf AND a dirty grey sweat shirt circa 1982? i don't even have anything witty to say about this guy. take a shower. you can't sing. shut your mouth.
sadly, the femme guy can sing but he's so ridiculously cheesy that watching him do it is kinda painful. the more i look at this video the more i wonder if that IS a guy...
i dreamed that i punched the zitted black guy in the throat last night. why is he there? oh yes. because it wouldn't suck nearly as much without him.
shame on you, Sam L., for even pretending you wanted to be in this hershey squirt of a video.
now, i do realize that these are people from semi-well known bands. it just so happens that i hate all of those bands. so fuck. them. and fuck. their. song. and fuck. that. movie.
it probably wouldn't have been so bad if i hadn't watched it right after Match Point. good movies make the crap ones ...more ...crappier. i was surpised by Match Point because it's a Woody Allen flick. he's not my favorite director. in fact, on a list of 100 directors Woody Allen would be #48,584,378,373. i dislike him and his "icky old man gets to shag a beautiful but obscenely young girl" type of movies. this is not one of those movies. this flick is about luck. it has depth and it's beautifully shot and wonderfully directed and expertly written. i think Allen's taking notes from Sophia Coppola. it has a very Lost in Translation feel to it. that's good. that's real good. i give a lengthy applause to the dirty pervert.
that's all the ranting i have time for right now. hold your breath til i come back. cuz i will. with something equally as lame.
what's that title have to do with this entry? nothing. in fact, 99% of my titles have absolutely nothing to do with the entry they're attached to; i just like they way they sound. lil tidbit of somewhat delusive information for you folks.
i woke up this morning with david bowie's Fame playing in my head and quotes from the movie Erin Brockovich falling out of my mouth. i don't know.
msn.weather.com said that it was going to be 82 degrees today and partly sunny. then it went on to say that the rest of the week would be in the mid-to-upper 70s. well. maybe this is 82 degrees --ON MARS. wtf. it's actually 96 and tomorrow is due to be 99. i want the crack that website is smoking. srsly.
i watched a plethora of films this weekend with a paucity of suckage. Thank You for Smoking is fantastic. whether you like smoking or not, you should see that movie just because Aaron Eckhardt uses his mouth prettier than a $50 whore. it's a clever movie. I also watched The Caveman's Valentine with Sam L., directed by one of my faves Kasi Lemmons. it had a creepy se7en feel to it. Sam L. acted his ass off. and i re-watched Taxi Driver because it's classic. i also crammed like 34294872 Discovery shows about egypt into my head for obvious reasons. tonight we'll be watching The Last Mimzy. lexi got it for her birthday from aaron's parents and i've been dying to see it for the last.... um. well since here.
here's the transformation sound: http://www.divshare.com/download/4123935-281
that's the original one. if i can find (unfortunately i already know that i will try) the one they use in the movie, i'll edit this and post it here.
here it is: http://www.divshare.com/download/4123966-11f
not that i think you guys will like cream yourselves listening to this shit. i'm just obsessive like that.
i am the biggest dork.
