Nerds Unite!

I'm not a big concertgoer.  Especially when you are forced to bounce and clap so your friend doesn't stand alone.  Friday night I was fortunate enough to see Huey Lewis and the News.  My friend missed their concert 25 year ago so this was his chance.  We traveled two and a half hours each way to feel the Power of Love.  It was as expected.  The distance from home and the unattractive crowd made the awkward stand-dancing bearable.

Music of the Movies by the LA philharmonic is more my speed.  People aren't expected to do anything but sit back and enjoy the show.  The orchestra was conducted by John Williams who lectured us on film between songs.  Brilliant.

Band

I'm starting a band.  We'll be called, I Like Orange Juice, But Lemonade Is Better.  I'm the only member but I speak as though I have mates.  The first album will be self-titled, and we'll eventually be known as simply, Lemonade Is Better.  After the third album is released and we suck, those who knew about the first album before the incredibly popular second, will always add, "They were better when they were I Like O.J."  Reviews for the third album, Not From Concentrate, make reference to Tang, and how we are long past our due date.  I agree with the critics and throw my printer out the window, and the coach in the pool.  Having no band to breakup, I find this therapeutic.  The following year I release an album under the name, I'm Going To Eat Your Face.  It's a hit.

Tapeheads at the New Beverly Cinema

I attended my first showing at the New Beverly Cinema.  They show double features for $7.00 cash money.  The theater was recently saved from bankruptcy by none other than Quentin Tarantino.  I question the authenticity of directors.  The rich and famous always associate themselves with noble pursuits in third world countries, where they can speak on behalf of an association that gives them more credibility than they're worth.  Or at least something that their name can be affixed to.  Not Tarantino, he's legit.  He saved a god damned theater because he could.  How many times have you been bothered by something and thought, if I had the money.  He's the ultimate moviegoer and hasn't forgotten the rest of us -lining up for a movie released 22 years ago.  Curing diseases and rebuilding impoverished nations is all well and good but he gave back to something that has saved so many of us, the movies.

Tapeheads is basically two guys pursuing their dreams of making music videos.  For being a film I've never heard of, it has many recognizable faces and voices.  But now I understand why I've never heard of it, it's boring.  The film is too convoluted for a storyline which would have been perfect if left alone.  The best parts of the film are the two videos they create for their production company, Video Aces.  Like so many films, it's an accidental homage to Los Angeles.

Their first video is a commercial for Roscoe's Chicken Waffles.


The second video is for the fictional band Cube-Squared.


Roscoe's is a real place, with really good food.  And Baby Doll is actually by Devo, making the likability of the tune acceptable.

The director and a couple of the actors were present for a post screening informational.
Their insight resulted in the following nuggets of brilliance.
1.  John Cussack is physcially very strong and not bad at basketball.
2.  Tim Robbins was a jackass even before he was famous.
3.  Catherine Hardwicke, the director of the first Twilight installment was the Production Designer for Tapeheads.  She got the job because she was dating the director Bill Fishman.
4.  Fishman lives by the motto, "Style over substance."  (There is something disconcerting about this phrase but I'm starting to question if I too agree.)

What I'm Thinking Right Now

I'm Thinking...

...you should see Scott Pilgrim vs. The World.
 That I need to find...

That Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis combined will never, ever, surpass the awesomeness that is...

That I look like this person...

+ this person.

That my favorite part of her video is...

...and my favorite part of his...

With A Cherry On Top

Dessert is a lot like youth -delicate and temporary.

These are some sweet treats at the Farmers Market at The Grove in Hollywood.

Little Boys - Not so sweet.

•••

I'm no longer invisible.  Look at me.

My life is a special occasion. Glow sticks for all. Everyday? Yeah!

Let The Right One In and The IT Crowd are becoming American.  The friend who told me, laughed and informed me that they have known about my super secret blog.  This person isn't good at breaking bad news.  I'm upset on all counts.  I found comfort at the dollar store, spending my savings on glow sticks.  Something about the shiny packaging promises to make up for all the fun I missed as a teenager.  Glow sticks were a luxury as a kid but now I bask in the fluorescent glow that only plastic can provide.

Warehouse 13

I don't know what to say.  What a great idea.  Crime fighting duo protecting the world's treasures, what more can you ask for?  In this case better writers.  The dialogue and scenarios are beyond predictable, they're lame copies we've seen and heard thousands of times before.  For all of us treasure hunting film lovers, the top secret location of the crated Ark at the end of Raiders is a mystery preferably left unsolved.  Where are these crates kept?  How many are there?  Who is the party that looks after them?  These same questions are posed in the X-Files.  We as an audience are shown a location filled with answers to questions we don't know how to ask.  These are spaces that we can only hope exist.  Both Mulder and Indy would agree that answers are their biggest motivators.  That the truth belongs in a museum, or something like that.  And this is one of the two largest problems plaguing Warehouse.  One, it gives us simple answers to questions so huge that we are left unfulfilled and letdown.  Two, it parallels other programs that will NEVER be matched.  (I only say this because comparing the X-Files to anything, hurts.) (While I'm at it, I would like to say that Fringe sucks.)  Warehouse is a diluted Bones.  The likeness of the two male leads is uncanny, making it hard to distinguish between characters.  The guy is charming, well-liked, and personable.  While the girl is bookish, uptight, and poorly dressed.  But there is something that pulls me in.  I think it's the lighting.
Now, onto Bachelor Pad.

Inception: Dream Falatio 101

Like Titanic and The Departed I had no intention of seeing Inception in the theatre.  I wouldn't have seen them at all, but when Mom comes home with a two part VHS set,  I can't help but tell her I've been waiting to see it.  A friend took me to Inception, they promised a good time.  Inception is a melodramatic nightmare.  The characters are unlovable self indulgent, juvenile, addicts with no redeeming qualities.    The fight scenes are pathetic, the concept is used, and you should listen to that little voice in your head that whispers, "DiCaprio sucks."