Friday, February 29, 2008

You make me dizzy running circles in my head

I keep thinking about the crowd at the Foo Fighters concert and how it wasn't at all what I expected hoped. I mean, front row in the pit, and you've got a girl looking at pictures on her camera from meeting Anthony Rapp and Adam Pascal after Rent, a couple that spent the entire show making out (much to my chagrin), two girls who couldn't stop talking about Fall Out Boy, a kid who said the only Queens of the Stone Age song he knew was the one in Guitar Hero, and a ten year old kid and his older brother. Ten! That means the kid WAS NOT EVEN ALIVE when The Colour and The Shape came out. I'm having a bit of trouble wrapping my brain around that.

Actually, I didn't really have a problem with the ten year old so much as I did with the couple sucking face and the kid who didn't know anything about QOTSA. The ten year old just made me feel old, which, in turn made me think of the nerdy guys at the Bruce show back in October, and how my sister and I made them feel old. Circle of life, I guess. Or some shit like that.

Oh, I don't think my face is visible at all during the Fuse broadcast of the concert, which makes sense because the two times I remember looking at the cameras were during "This Is A Call" which didn't make it to air and another time when I was positive that the world's most irritating couple was making out and therefore completely blocking me out - and they did. But you can definitely see my arm raised in a salute to the rock* during "Breakout." I'm working on a screencap.

*I watched the Tenacious D movie twice while confined to the couch.
I'm finally not dying of pharangytis and what news is out there to celebrate this?

Season 2 of Flight of the Conchords won't be around until early 2009, thanks to the strike.


Thursday, February 21, 2008

Yankees vs. the media, always a battle

Yankees To Play Exhibition Game Against The Media

Funniest Onion story I've read in some time. My favorite part is about not letting Michael Kay on the team. Oh and Bill Simmons sustaining a head wound that required 45 stitches.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

I came, I saw, I Foo'd

Last night was the Foo Fighters show at MSG. It was pretty good, but I'm still feeling some residual tired-ness, and I've got some battle scars. Oh, and I was in the second fucking row. A more thorough review to come.

On an unrelated note, how phenomenal is the live version of "Prove It All Night" from the Darkness on the Edge of Town tour? Bruce's guitar work is mind-blowing. I don't think he gets the credit he deserves for his mad guitar skillz.

Yeah, I just typed skillz. Blame it on the concert-related injuries.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

I totally saw this coming

I don't want to say that I'm predicting the future or anything, but I was watching Homicide the other night and thinking how cool it would be if Detective John Munch added another show to his roster of appearances and showed up on the last season of The Wire.


Want your mind blown even more? He was sitting at a bar a few seats down from a gentleman named Jay Landsman (Lt. Mello on the show)... who was featured prominently in David Simon's book Homicide and inspired the character of John Munch. 


Saturday, February 16, 2008

Going off the rails on a crazy train

I've been taking the train to Manhattan for like 20 years now. Why does the NJTransit schedule decide to suddenly stop making sense? Also, I could be stranded in the city on Tuesday night.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Opening Day: 46 Days and Counting...

Can you feel that? That tingling sense of anticipation? Yes, today is a very important day, for pitchers and catchers report to their respective spring training complexes and baseball is officially underway!

It's also Valentine's Day, which, to be honest, I don't even have the energy to rant against this year. So instead, I'll combine the day's two events and declare my love for the youngsters on the Yankees pitching staff: Joba Chamberlain and Phil Hughes.

So... between the text messaging, the killer fastball, the bugs, the blog, the 7-inning no-hitter, the composure unheard of for a 21-year-old, and the t-shirt, it's official. You guys are kind of a big deal. Love ya, boys!

Let the countdown to Opening Day 2008 begin!

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

This is what it sounds like when doves cry

I stayed up tonight to watch Purple Rain which, surprisingly, I had never seen. My main thought, at the end of the film, is why doesn't weird shit like this get made today? I can totally see Fall Out Boy in a Purple Rain/Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey hybrid where faux punk rock saves the world from aliens or something. In fact, I might start writing that right now...

Friday, February 08, 2008

Woke up this morning...

How pathetically Jersey is this? When I was in LA, watching the opening credits of The Sopranos made me a bit homesick. 

I'm re-watching some episodes on demand, and now, of course, seeing the credits makes me think of being in LA being homesick for New Jersey, and all the warm weather and palm trees it entailed. I'm never satisfied...

Also, having Silvio aka Little Steven standing outside Madam Marie's on the Asbury Park boardwalk (season 2 finale) is pretty much one of the best pop culture references the show has done.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Say it ain't so!

Ok, this is probably the most disappointing news I've gotten in a while. Will Arnett, who was supposed to be the voice of KITT (and already recorded all the voiceover parts) in the Knight Rider TV movie that's going to be on next Sunday, is no longer going to do so because KITT is being "played" by a Ford Mustang and Arnett is the voice of GMC Trucks. He's being replaced by Val Kilmer.

I was actually going to watch it! But now... nah. Val Kilmer does nothing for me.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

New York > Boston

Truly, my love for Jon Stewart knows no bounds.

Monday, February 04, 2008

18-1 is a beautiful thing

Giants 17, Patriots 14.

In the immortal words of Jason Bateman in Dodgeball, "I feel shocked."

In an awesome way, of course. Way to go, Big Blue.

Friday, February 01, 2008

There was a barber and his wife, and he was beautiful...

At this point in my life, there is no other way to describe a Tim Burton movie than as a momentous event in my life. This sounds overdramatic, but bear with me. Burton was my first "favorite" director, before I started getting pretentious and and into foreign films and other things of that nature, and Edward Scissorhands was the first DVD I ever bought. Burton remains one of my favorite directors, and, as I confessed to a friend the other day, I so want his films to be good, I actually get a bit nervous when I go to see them.

Such a line of thinking seems to set one up for disappointment, and yet, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street was anything but. You surely know the story of Sweeney Todd - falsely accused barber gets revenge by slitting the throats of those who have wronged him while the woman downstairs turns their bodies into filling for her meat pies - and if you didn't, you do now.

It seems like fodder for a z-grade horror movie, not a Broadway musical, and yet, it's been both. It is composer Stephen Sondheim's masterpiece, and although he is quite the imposing figure, Burton manages to put his own stamp on the film, allowing it to be both a Tim Burton film and a Stephen Sondheim film.

The gory, darkly humorous musical is almost too perfect for Burton, the only musical you could ever imagine him directing. Blood and gore, a gaunt, pale protagonist, a bleak story with touches of equally dark humor - all hallmarks of Burton's previous works, especially the ones with his favorite muse, Johnny Depp. Depp does a surprisingly excellent job with the notoriously complex score, and Helena Bonham Carter, although not quite as good as Depp, does an admirable job as well.

Visually, the film resembles Sleepy Hollow - de-saturated with vividly colored flashbacks emphasizing the contrast between then and now, and gushing geysers of red, red blood, which, frankly, look amazingly cool against the nearly black and white background. Reflections are everywhere in Sweeney Todd, from puddles on the dirty London streets to Sweeney's beloved razor to the shattered mirror in his shop - and notably, all of these reflections are in some way distorted. Whatever they are supposed to reflect - Sweeney's own perception of himself as a pariah, the morally ugly person he's become since being consumed by revenge - they are pretty awesome solely on a visual level. And while that's occasionally been the case with Tim Burton's films - visually stunning but a bit lacking in other areas - Sweeney Todd doesn't disappoint in any way.

A note: I realize the importance of timeliness and relevance - and a review of a film that is neither nominated for Best Picture or playing for more than one showing a week is neither timely nor relevant. But I loved the movie so much and really wanted to make sure that I did it justice with my review, and I took my time. So there.