Thursday, October 04, 2007
Monday, October 01, 2007
According to Amazon, October 23rd is the day the last of the Sopranos will be released on DVD. I hope they are loaded with commentaries and extras, but they probably won't have much on them other than the final episodes. Good enough.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Preaching to the choir, in her own uninteresting, unfunny, disinterested, arrogant way: Janeane Garofalo. If you've ever been a fan of hers, I suspect that watching her segments on "The Henry Rollins Show" will cure you of that affliction.
I'm as liberal as it gets- I REALLY AM!- but this woman makes liberalism seem like a pursuit meant solely for idiots and phonies. Rollins' segments are no better: intellectually lazy, with nothing like an original thought on display anywhere. His opening monologues are unintentionally hilarious, and he claws at the air throughout while he rants like Hulk Hogan. The political discourse here is juvenile. I agree with the core of most of the arguments they make, but has there ever been a less likable mouthpiece for anything than Rollins? He's so off-putting that he makes the whole liberal enterprise seem tainted. Why do liberals need their own Bill O'Reilly? Or their own Rush Limbaugh? Or their own Anne Coulter? Isn't that the kind of thinking liberals are supposed to be against in the first place?
Garofalo just seems arrogant and unprepared, like she always seems to be. So full of herself that she doesn't feel she needs anything ready beforehand, she just "wings it"- you can TELL she's winging it! Her Air America radio show suffers from allowing Janeane to be Janeane, treating listeners to the sound of Janeane repeating herself over and over (so that you idiots out there can "get it") and more dead air than the last ten years of Paul Harvey. That's one way to be unprofessional.
For his part, Rollins is over-prepared. He's so into being seen as an intellectual, the quintessential angry-middle-aged man calling for revolution that he over-rehearses and sounds like a teenage girl reading free-form poetry on open mike night. That's the other way to be unprofessional.
Nickelodeon's Nicktoons Network has been showing the excellent Mr. Meaty, a Canadian comedy program featuring a cast of brilliantly designed muppet-style puppets going about their days working and shopping in a small town mall. Mr. Meaty is the name of the fast food dump where the two main characters work. This is an absolutely fantastic program, and it shouldn't be missed. Both kids and adults will be drawn into the odd, odd adventures of self involved slackerJosh Redgrove and his less stable, more gullible friend Parker Dinkleman.
From the ten-second long theme music that begins the program, to the decision to feature two free-standing 11 minutes stories per show (ala, say, Spongebob) instead of a long 22 minute storyline, this whole endeavor is built for speed. Why this is on the Nickelodeon Nicktoons channel instead of Nick proper is beyond me. On Nickelodeon classic this show would already be a playground buzz kind of a hit, and the critics would have already buried it in laurels and deafened it with well-deserved "Huzzah"s. On Nicktoons, it's harder to find, easier to forget, surrounded by reruns and new shows the network obviously isn't that hot about, making it seem a little unwanted. Especially since the awful Jimmy Neutron and ancient Fairly Odd Parents still clog the arteries of the original Nick. I don't try to understand.
Wildly inventive, and full of funny jokes, such as the moment when the cadaverous owner of the Mr. Meaty chain, while punishing Dinkelman, promises to make him pay back a transgression with his "Blood, Sweat and Soul Juice!" In another episode the benighted buddies, trapped in a hip hop battle with a gang of preteens in the mall, rap about Mr. Meaty, singing, "Hear that sizzle? That's your ego fryin'. We cut the onions, you do the cryin'!" I just shook my head in admiration.
Not yet available on DVD, which is the only reason I don't own them.