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A Sober St. Paddy’s Day :(

Wednesday, March 18th, 2009

Though celebrating the patron saint of Ireland, there’s no denying St. Patrick’s Day has become an international celebration.  Okay, so that’s mainly down to its use as an excuse to get paraletic on Guiness/whisky, but it’s still an admirable feat.

Being a student and surrounded by pubs, it should have been a given that St. Paddy’s day would be spent getting boozed and slurring along to the best of The Pogues in a bad Irish accent.  Sadly, this wasn’t to be.  Pending deadlines and dwindling funds meant the majority of us were stuck at home, able at best to toast dear Patrick with whatever we had in the fridge (in my case, a couple of bottles of Beck’s).

Besides which, as with most celebrations, St. Patrick’s Day isn’t given the gusto it deserves on this side of the pond.  Yet another reason I’d love to live in New York.

Hmm…how does one ad vids to this thing?  It doesn’t seem overly fond of embed coding…

Long Lost Movie Moments of Yester-Year

Tuesday, February 17th, 2009
One thing I’ve found since coming back to university and being surrounded by 18 year-olds is that a lot of the films I consider classics, that I cannot imagine my library being without, are unheard of to the majority of my peers. The Crow, for example.

Even the few that have been heard of, have never been seen. I was floored by the number of people who’d never seen Pulp Fiction. Many hadn’t seen a single Tarantino film!

The upside is, it’s fun to introduce people to my childhood, as I did tonight by watching the original Transformers: The Movie with a friend. Admitedly, I do cringe at some of the overboard 80s cheese, but for the most part, it still makes me giddy.

One thing I hadn’t realised before was just how different the theme tune was. Obviously I knew they’d hair-metalled up the original, but only when listening to the two together did I realise what an impressive piece of musical adaptation it was:

It’s even received a more modern update:

They just had to go and spoil it

Monday, December 8th, 2008
Anyone remember this?

Well, a year later, the cover has finally been given an official release, and has even entered the chart at number one. And, despite what I said before, it sucks.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still impressed every time I here the version she sang all those months ago on Radio1. The problem is, whoever produced the single version (probably under the direction of Simon Cowell, who may know what will sell to pre-pubescent girls, but hasn’t got the first clue about music) was not and decided it needed work. The result is an over-produced mess with an unnecessary choir and far too many effects, which work to almost drown-out Lewis.

Still, better it retains the number one spot for Christmas than the soon-to-be-crowned X-Fuckter winner…

Just Another Reason Why I Love New York

Saturday, October 25th, 2008
New Yorkers showing solidarity for the bankers on Wall Street (as seen on last night’s Have I Got News for You):

A (not very) quiet weekend, all on my Lonesome

Saturday, October 11th, 2008
My house-mates…well, kitchen-mates (3 shared kitchens to each floor) have all buggered off home for the weekend, leaving things rather quiet around here, so I partook of some retail therapy and finally bought myself Metallica’s Death Magnetic, marking my first full album download. Until now, I’ve been something of a CD purist, liking the feeling of having a hard-copy around, I suppose. Here, however, I don’t really have room to start stocking CDs and, besides, downloading it was cheaper.

I’m impressed. Following the 90s, in which the band took a turn that attracted many new fans, but also turned many off, the band took some time out, went through some stuff, got drunk, shouted at each other, got therapy, went through some more stuff, got some more therapy and put it all out on St. Anger; the result being a lot closer to their thrash routes than before, but somewhat tentatively received given the often over-the-top rage of the album.

Death Magnetic isn’t exactly a calmer affair, but it’s a lot more balanced and vastly superior in every way. Hetfield has never sounded better, Hammet’s fingers have evidently gotten more pliant with age, Ulrich still revels in beating the living excrement out of his drums and new boy Robert Trujilo is an absolute genius on bass.

Bizarrly, while in Primark, the guy at the counter asked me what I was listening to, I told him, and we ended up having a five-minute conversation about the virtues of Metallica in their 40s.

Random.

Anyway, my second iTunes purchase in as many days came with the news that Dr. Horrible’s Sing-A-Long Blog has finally been released in the UK.

I’ve just watched it again, and it is still genius!

Also, on a tenuously related note, I went ’round to another kitchen last night to drink, play cards and watch some horror movies: The Evil Dead and Slither (which also stars Nathan Fillion). I’ve never watched horror films with girls who genuinely scream in terror before. Even Metallica can’t match the volume these two could produce. It was hilarious (especially when one darted under the table in sheer terror).

Sorry that’s all a bit rush, but supposed to be going ’round to that kitchen now as we’re all going to the pub to watch the England match.

Hope you’re all having a good weekend!

Mark Steele on Darwin

Friday, October 10th, 2008

In relation to my earlier posts about that old book with all the spelling, grammar and continuity errors in it, I thought I’d share a little something by a British comedian I doubt many of my American chums have ever heard. He’s sort of the Billy Bragg of comedy:

The Fine Art of Debating

Sunday, September 28th, 2008

In reference to Obama apparently threatening Pakistan, McCain says a president has to be more careful about what he says. Obama responds by repeating exactly what he’d said about Pakistan, which completely flattens McCain’s lazy interpretation, then points out two examples of McCain letting his mouth go – saying North Korea should be wiped off the map and singing Bomb-bomb-bomb, Bomb-bomb Iran. McCain’s response? To once again reiterate his record in the senate (stopping short of certain decisions made regarding Iraq) and telling some irrelevant story about a woman giving him a bracelet at a town-hall meeting commemorating her son who died in Iraq.

Less than two minutes after Obama has said the situation in Afghanistan can’t be solved by more troop deployment alone and needs some careful strategy, McCain accuses him of not understanding that it’ll take more than just increased troop-deployment to improve the situation and some careful strategy is needed.

That was pretty much the theme of the whole debate. McCain accuses Obama of something, which Obama casually discredits or puts in context before bringing up two or three examples of McCain doing exactly what he’s accusing Obama of, to which McCain has no reply, or Obama says something that McCain immediately forgets and accuses Obama of having the opposite view.

The only reasoning I can think of for why people can’t decide who won, or even think McCain won, is that McCain appeared to be on the offensive more, while Obama was willing to admit when he was in agreement with McCain, but the fact is McCain was stuck with rehashing his campaign ads, while Obama was responding intelligently and articulately to the questions being posed and the responses from the other side.

Judge for yourselves:

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Saturday, September 27th, 2008
Usually I would leave the politics to The Big E, but earlier I read a couple of overviews on last night’s presidential debate, which essentially came to the conclusion that both parties handled themselves well enough and it’s difficult to say who came out on top. I’m now halfway through watching said debate and, so far, McCain is having his ass handed to him.

Both sides are spewing a lot of rhetoric, avoiding direct questions and criticisms from the other and generally reiterating the agenda’s they’ve been pushing for the last couple of decades (or how ever long this campaign has been running), but the one thing that has become clear is that, while Republicans have commented a few times that a lot of Obama’s proposals are little more than broad-sweeping statements along the lines of ‘This is bad and should better,’ it is, in fact, McCain who’s been spouting words to that effect in the debate.

While McCain talks about keeping up spending in certain broad areas and completely freezing it in others as a result of the recent economic crisis, Obama talks about going through everything with a fine-toothed comb and holding off on the nonessential aspects of some things, while recognising the immediate importance of all of them.

For example, McCain proposes keeping up defence spending, while freezing spending on education, while Obama wants to look at what can be held back on both so he doesn’t have to sacrifice either.

The problem with spending freeze is you’re using a hatchet where you need a scalpel.

Obama

I’ve also noticed that, despite prompting from the moderator to do so, McCain is yet to directly challenge Obama on any point, while Obama (after a slow start) has done so a few times to McCain.

I’ll watch the second half tomorrow, but at half-time, McCain’s heading to the locker-room battered and bruised…

Please tell me this is a joke…?!

Saturday, September 20th, 2008
O…kay…

As I mentioned earlier, I can’t get a TV signal where I curently reside, so I’m reduced to using the BBC’s ‘iPlayer’ to keep up with my favourite TV. While browsing said site this evening, I came across something that has left me bewildered.

From the network that brought us such greatness as Doctor Who, Never Mind the Buzzcocks and Life on Mars, we get d-list (and below) ‘celebrities’ dressed in silver lycra, trying to fit through a hole in a moving wall, all in the name of charity and entertainment.

Having browsed YouTube for the above – if only to clarify that I haven’t fallen into some whiskey-induced hallucinogenic coma – I’ve found this exists as a Japanese show. No surprise there.

However, I’ve also found that there are both American and Australian versions of this incomprehensible shit.

I know our respective societies have been spiralling down the pughole for some time now, but I had, in my most fevered imaginings, never thought we’d fallen this far.

Excuse while I assume the foetal possition beneath my bed…

The Same Old New Shit

Tuesday, September 9th, 2008

The montage at around the five minute mark says it all: