tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704379096411659582024-03-05T18:27:05.309-05:00pop rocksMad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-59777244826803533042009-06-01T23:35:00.003-04:002009-06-02T00:07:17.770-04:00Conan's Big Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6pjQmLKBvagjC2pWYWgnOzmYrVgk36-o6tXk22ecGhEkYwl47DZlS2pp1NFkct4p42Ge4OROCN-kT4v6NnDJc0RrOYvMencdqMaW_-nVOqRx2IgQM2WWmSY7uqxhZc2Y_y23YheFvN2v8/s400/conan2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6pjQmLKBvagjC2pWYWgnOzmYrVgk36-o6tXk22ecGhEkYwl47DZlS2pp1NFkct4p42Ge4OROCN-kT4v6NnDJc0RrOYvMencdqMaW_-nVOqRx2IgQM2WWmSY7uqxhZc2Y_y23YheFvN2v8/s400/conan2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Last night marked the first episode of the Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien.<br />First and foremost, I love seeing Conan and Andy Richter reunited. As he grinned and waved like a madman, it was endearing to see Andy so excited for his friend's big moment. There were the worries that he would lose his crazy schtick he's known for. But as he tug on his invisible strings, it was clear this was the same old Conan, or "Conando." (His spanish wasn't shabby.)<br />Granted, not every joke killed (Desperate Housewives line), but that didn't matter. A bad Conan joke is still 20 times funnier than any good Leno joke. But I love Conan for all of his little quirks. The dorky faces, the self-deprecating hair humor, the Leno impression. <br />There's only so much you can tell from the first show, as was the case with Jimmy Fallon and his painful Late Night. And plenty are going to continue to worry that Conan's humor is to obscure to reach the masses quite like Jay's dry and obvious humor tended to do. Maybe Conan doesn't beat Letterman everyday. Maybe there's actually some competition in late night again. But if nothing else, Conan proved he can more than handle taking over the desk that once belonged to his hero, and perhaps the greatest television host of all time, Johnny Carson.Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-89955797022796943672009-05-29T16:59:00.005-04:002009-05-29T17:44:34.594-04:00Just added 'Laodicean' to my repertoireFor one day a year, the American public forgets about reality television and embraces its nerdy side. The Scripps National Spelling Bee aired last night on prime-time with over six million viewers tuned in to watch 13-year-old Kavya Shivashankar become the new Spelling Bee Champion. <a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2009-05-29/7-best-moments-from-the-scripps-national-spelling-bee/">The Daily Beast</a> is featuring a list of the 7 best moments of the night which are pretty spot on.<br />Despite our failing education system, it's refreshing to see these talented kids who have dedicated years of their lives to memorize the dictionary. Granted, the title comes with more than just bragging rights. Shivashankar walked away with $30,000 and other prizes. But regardless, for one night, America was fascinated with some of the brightest faces of America's youth.Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-22512891134738717812009-05-23T23:15:00.003-04:002009-05-23T23:22:59.253-04:00A quick commercial breakAlthough this blog's purpose is to discuss pop culture and entertainment, I thought I would delve away from television and film to focus on something even more exciting: sports. After a pretty lackluster May sweeps, save for finales from <span style="font-style:italic;">Chuck</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">The Office</span>, leave it to the NBA to remind me what truly exciting live TV was. <br />I thought things couldn't get any better than the Celtics-Bulls first round series, but leave it to the King, LeBron James, to show me just "Where Amazing Happens." Here's hoping the NBA hasn't hit its high point just yet. I want to see a LeBron-Kobe final.Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-62900108363770009432009-05-22T19:22:00.002-04:002009-05-22T19:39:49.242-04:00Cat Deeley, How I Adore Thee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjemU2CMcu_xO5LFdIMf541IMRlYhOCELyKk0WabqD704O3K0b5csxBnmy7FWH3pDFGtif1RFKCJ_Sy8awcU6cPMdlIDZFvwNJS4LfkPGkO3E9v1QPjFQuvvTXJglBIefPOzPL5sWzITWw/s400/cat-deeley-300a120707.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjemU2CMcu_xO5LFdIMf541IMRlYhOCELyKk0WabqD704O3K0b5csxBnmy7FWH3pDFGtif1RFKCJ_Sy8awcU6cPMdlIDZFvwNJS4LfkPGkO3E9v1QPjFQuvvTXJglBIefPOzPL5sWzITWw/s400/cat-deeley-300a120707.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />There are plenty of things to love about summer. The lack of school work. The weather. The vacations. The graduations. But for me, the end of May marks the new season of one my favorite shows, <span style="font-style:italic;">So You Think You Can Dance.</span> And while I can't but smile watching the dancers and their amazing stories, one person truly makes this reality show Must-See TV- Cat Deeley.<br />Unlike every other reality host, Cat never has an attitude as if she's above the competitors. Instead, in nearly every episode you see her joking with the contestants, trying her hand at dancing despite her four-inch heels and gorgeous designer duds. She's incredibly earnest night in and night out, as she never seems to grow bored of the dancers. In some ways, she's the biggest fan of every dancer, there to support those whose performance was subpar, or celebrate after a jaw-dropping performance. <br />After seeing hosts like Ryan Seacrest seep with disdain and ambivalence, it's incredibly refreshing to see someone so excited truly love going to work everyday.Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-61596763976332854322009-04-05T23:29:00.004-04:002009-04-05T23:41:13.124-04:00The Obligatory Gossip Girl Post<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogthecoast.com/runway_ready/archives/oh-yeah0309gossip_girl400.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.blogthecoast.com/runway_ready/archives/oh-yeah0309gossip_girl400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />There's really no denying it. I partially wanted to start <span style="font-weight:bold;">pop rocks </span> again so I could blog about "Gossip Girl." <br />I should hate it. The TV snob in me should mock those who sign their emails with the now famous "XOXO." The repeated storylines, the ridiculous scenarios, the unrealistic portrayal of high school. Every now and then I question the merits of spending an hour with B and S.<br />But I just can't turn away. Not from the clothes or the prettiness of it all. I have to see Chuck and Blair finally make it work, because damnit, who else could they possibly end up with? I want to Serena suddenly become "bad" again, knock back a few cosmos and kind of-almost-but-not-really kill someone. I need Georgina Sparks to wreak havoc on everyone's lives because this season hasn't exactly been amazing. And I really want to see someone finally let Dan know he's a hack of a writer. I have to hear Kristen Bell say those corny lines before each commercial break because of my Veronica Mars withdrawal. And I just really want to look at Nate.<br />My roommate and I sit there week after week, criticizing this plot line or piece of dialogue. When the credits roll, we shake our heads wondering what the writers were possibly thinking.<br />And every morning I anxiously await the recaps. From <span style="font-style:italic;">New York</span> Magazine to Gawker, I love seeing the opinions of others. <br />There's something about asking someone if they're a Blair or a Serena that you just can't help but love. This ridiculous show has absolutely captured the public's attention and no one is really sure quite how. Is it the New York backdrop? The fashion? The acting? (On second thought)<br />And then it hit me. Why does America love "Gossip Girl?" Dorota.Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-47378898224854094672009-04-05T22:42:00.002-04:002009-04-05T23:01:32.705-04:00Seriously?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcYMr3jiKE-JVOnH-OcBq7_0r53mTGvgFm8SLoXx6QYEDQhqMHuu1OZ_HxPRPOtnUzTLTeS1az395Ebq-42F9LHKDHBf8O68-s-caqwxUOaE8PZ97mL006Vg-UWnMWuA88hykt0cuJWsTl/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcYMr3jiKE-JVOnH-OcBq7_0r53mTGvgFm8SLoXx6QYEDQhqMHuu1OZ_HxPRPOtnUzTLTeS1az395Ebq-42F9LHKDHBf8O68-s-caqwxUOaE8PZ97mL006Vg-UWnMWuA88hykt0cuJWsTl/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321408162007010146" /></a><br />The numbers are still coming in tonight, but <span style="font-style:italic;">Fast and Furious</span> has been shattering records left and right. Best opening this year. Best April opening ever. Best opening for the franchise.<br />I'm happy for the actors, who haven't exactly had the best success after they first filmed <span style="font-style:italic;">The Fast and the Furious</span> in 2001. Sure, Michelle Rodriguez was on <span style="font-style:italic;">Lost</span> and Vin Diesel attempted to continue as an action star, but neither of those panned out. Paul Walker hasn't been much more than a pretty face. Granted, I've enjoyed Jordana Brewster on "Chuck," but it's only a recurring role.<br />On the glass is half-empty side, I'm amazed that there were so many people ready to rejuvenate such a questionable franchise. When I saw the trailer months ago, I thought it was some weird prank by Universal. Somehow, the film studio finally got a sense of humor and chose to delete the "the's" in the title to pretend it was a brand new film. But alas, not so much.<br />I get the appeal of mindless action films. I've never enjoyed them, but I do understand the American need to watch things blow up. It's just interesting to think that in the times of a recession when hundreds are losing their jobs daily, this movie made 75 million dollars in three days.<br />That's America for you.Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-20935977762178932902009-04-05T22:02:00.002-04:002009-04-05T22:07:21.733-04:00RestartI missed blogging. Plain and simple, twitter is a cheep substitution, serving as nothing more than a quick fix for my narcissistic needs. Because when my friends get tired of my ramblings and my hand cramps from writing in my journal, I'll still have <span style="font-weight:bold;">pop rocks</span>. Here's to hoping to this time it sticks.Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-52498963869817965502008-06-15T22:51:00.003-04:002008-06-15T23:16:19.732-04:00Mad About These Men<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/06/cuar01a_madmen0806.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/06/cuar01a_madmen0806.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Considering the recent cover story in EW, I'm still surprised when I run into someone who hasn't heard of AMC's <span style="font-style:italic;">Mad Men</span>. As an avid fan of the show from the first episode last summer, I still can't quite fathom why America hasn't fallen in love right along with me. And maybe it has to do with AMC, specifically the fact that it doesn't have the advertising of the major broadcasting companies. Had it not been for TV Guide, I would never have tuned into the highly-stylized show.<br />But with season 2 premiering July 27th, I've begun a word of mouth campaign, hoping to pull as many of my friends to appreciate one of the best shows on TV. The look and tone of the show, with clothing and props from the 50s and 60s giving it an authentic feel, should be enough. But the show is so much more than just advertising men womanizing their co-workers. Its so much more than booze and cigarettes. The characters, from the deceptive and dark Don Draper to the ignorantly ambitious Peggy Olson, are never purely good or bad, just interesting and complex. And the story has never come off as cheap, but rather completely realistic and true to the times. The rise of female empowerment has begun to develop, as Peggy becomes a junior copywriter and Don's neighbors deal with the single mother who recently moved in.<br />And did I mention the show is so damn pretty?Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-92193751763705234272008-06-15T21:51:00.003-04:002008-06-15T22:04:48.743-04:00Finding Comfort in the Rain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/38/93438-004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/38/93438-004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />No matter how many times I've seen "Singin' in the Rain," I still get goosebumps when I see Gene Kelly tapping down the street. But that feeling is trumped when I get the chance to see someone watch the film for the first time. There's something about watching a friend fall in love with a movie I've always adored that makes the viewing experience that much better. I am one of those people who glances back at you for every reaction shot. And I do shoot looks of disdain at friends who have never watched "Gone With the Wind" or "Philadelphia Story."<br />Sure, I come off as a film snob every time I spout off a list of the classic movies everyone should have to watch to appreciate film. But maybe it isn't just about preaching my views or educating my friends on film appreciation. Maybe it's all about getting people to understand and feel those emotions I experience every time I watch the movies.Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-4485473317117981982008-06-12T23:27:00.005-04:002008-06-13T17:27:54.289-04:00I Haven't Kissed A Girl... But I Like ItYes, the lyrics are awful. And sure, it can be interpreted as homophobic. But damnit, Katy Perry's song "I Kissed A Girl" is so freaking catchy I can't help but sing along. And truth be told, I'm excited about her upcoming album. When I first heard "UR So Gay" a few months ago on MTVU, I realized we finally had an American Lily Allen sans meltdown. While the video for "I Kissed" is boring quite frankly given the possibilities, "UR So Gay" smartly uses Barbies to tell the story of the metrosexual. <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=zluCpm93vfg">Check out the video</a> if you haven't seen it already. <br />Thankfully though, I'm not alone in my guilty pleasure. It's actually the second most popular song on ITunes, which completely boggles my mind. Yes, the beat is pretty sweet and the chorus is fun. But if this song becomes more downloaded than Coldplay's "Viva La Vida" (my current favorite song), I might just have a problem with Ms. Perry.Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-6361277850112609042008-06-10T16:52:00.003-04:002008-06-10T17:10:27.309-04:00Wishing I'd Never Come to the EndI've learned not to ever believe the hype when it comes to literature. Considering the <span style="font-style:italic;">New York Times</span> actually considered Curtis Sittenfeld's <span style="font-style:italic;">Prep</span> one of the ten best books of 2004, I've been wary of critics for some time. But two books have blasted any expectations I could ever have: Marisha Pessl's <span style="font-style:italic;">Special Topics in Calamity Physics</span> and Joshua Ferris' <span style="font-style:italic;">And Then We Came to the End</span>. <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Special Topics</span> is about the relationship between a college professor and his daughter, Blue as well as the girl's experience with a selective group of students. The novel is filled with annotations and drawings, as Blue writes the story in the form of a lesson plan. Littered with hundreds of references to all forms of pop culture, Pessl creates a Noir story with a contemporary feel.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">And Then We Came to the End</span> is a book centered on employees in an advertising agency who are coping with downsiding. What struck me most about the novel was how well Ferris was able to utilize the first person plural narrative. By talking in terms of "We," I somehow felt that I was gossiping about the latest person to be given the boot right along with the rest of them. For anyone who loves the <span style="font-style:italic;">Office</span> or <span style="font-style:italic;">Office Space</span>, this novel is a gem.<br />Although the two don't have a single thing in common, save superb writing and wicked humor, both have easily become favorites. And I've been even more impressed by the fact that the novels were the first for both authors. It gives me hope, not only that quality literature is never fading, but that writing a good book is possible before 30.Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-44311071387447613502008-06-10T16:36:00.005-04:002008-06-10T17:13:53.334-04:00Desperately Seeking Comedy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.drafthouse.com/lakecreek/admin/Images/zohanposter.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.drafthouse.com/lakecreek/admin/Images/zohanposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />What happened to American comedy? Once, we were considered the elite. From the Three Stooges to Mel Brooks to Billy Wilder, everyone else attempted to emulate the American standard. In TV, we're borrowing from England every chance we get. But even worse is the state of comedy in film. I hardly recognize the supposed funny films the US has been putting out in the last few years. And this summer is no exception. With the <span style="font-style:italic;">Love Guru</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">You Don't Mess with the Zohan</span> leading the pack of cringe-worthy movies without any smart humor, I can understand why a few of my friends have become obsessed with British programming. And I'm right there with them. Give me someone original like Russell Brand over a desperate Adam Sandler any day.<br />However, I won't dismiss all American comedy. I've become a loyal fan of Seth Rogan, especially after <span style="font-style:italic;">Forgetting Sarah Marshall</span>. But for the most part, the most commercial comedies have been utter duds (I'm looking at you Will Farrell.)Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-53841120749241375282008-06-10T16:00:00.004-04:002008-06-10T16:32:07.941-04:00So I Think I Can Be the Mole<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/Image/SYTYCD-FINAL4.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/Image/SYTYCD-FINAL4.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Me and reality TV just don't get along. Never have, and considering the newest bash of trashy concepts, we never will. But that doesn't mean I don't have a soft spot for quality programming. There are some reality shows that I'm completely and utterly obsessed with, to the point where I check discussion boards on a regular basis. Shows that I'd be willing to debate with anyone on their awesomeness. Every year, while I passionately despise 95% of the reality programs, there are always one or two exceptions. From <span style="font-style:italic;">Murder in a Small Town X</span> to <span style="font-style:italic;">America's Next Top Model</span> (Damn those modelathons), I found programs that actually entertained me.<br />And this summer, I'm not embarrassed to admit I've fallen for two shows: <span style="font-style:italic;">The Mole</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">So You Think You Can Dance</span>. Of course, I've been obsessed with both since their initial run, but that doesn't make me any less excited to see a new batch of contestants. With the <span style="font-style:italic;">Mole</span>, I can't help but play along with the players, developing my own theories on the deceptive contestant (My money's on Craig, for the record.) And sure, no one can replace Anderson Cooper. But I still get excited during each execution without the steel fox.<br />With SYTYCD, I'm living vicariously through the dancers. I can't dance for shit. But I can appreciate the talent on the show. And even though I rooted for David Cook, <span style="font-style:italic;">American Idol</span> doesn't have anything on the performances and quality of the show.<br />As much as I hate reality TV, everything is ok in moderation.Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-49583069320177175202008-05-21T23:09:00.005-04:002008-12-10T11:27:39.606-05:00Just Can't Quit You Yet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNL41oacPdNZbpcLi2xabvKWXKcncdI3KtkVDUUuFjjDq-mg-qOr1_7bglB64pwY17zJtrRc3THWYzwd2v-1DkTgHnO7aj-eqaTgQ-SQrSYLCutN11nwEOf40Ixy-lA01Vd4cjm2sNZ3Wy/s1600-h/househugh.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNL41oacPdNZbpcLi2xabvKWXKcncdI3KtkVDUUuFjjDq-mg-qOr1_7bglB64pwY17zJtrRc3THWYzwd2v-1DkTgHnO7aj-eqaTgQ-SQrSYLCutN11nwEOf40Ixy-lA01Vd4cjm2sNZ3Wy/s320/househugh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210345036795039250" /></a><br />I'll admit, TV and I haven't been getting along too well lately. Not since the writers' strike went and completely through my viewing schedule off. Not since I realized there was life outside of that glass screen. And not since I remembered my love for <span style="font-style:italic;">Buffy</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">Gilmore Girls</span> thanks to my box sets. Usually at this time of year, I'm constantly updating EW and TV Guide's websites, waiting for confirmation of my shows' renewals. A year ago, I was cursing the CW for ending my beloved <span style="font-style:italic;">Veronica Mars</span>. This year, I could care less what shows made it. Hell, I could care less what happened on any show, what character suddenly got the axe. <br />That is, until I watched <span style="font-style:italic;">House</span>.<br />The two-part finale was everything I love and missed about television. The storyline, the twists and turns, and the incredibly painful ending. This may have been the only show that benefitted from the Writers' Strike. Regardless of how uneven the season was as a whole, what with the cast shakeups and drawn out team selection, the acting in those two hours may have been the best on television all year. Hugh Laurie, Robert Sean Leonard and Anne Dudek were simply incredible and hopefully at least one of their names will appear on an Emmy ballot.<br />Here's hoping next season picks up right where this one brilliantly left off. And more importantly, here's to my renewed love for TV.Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-74382659454779315152008-05-11T20:24:00.006-04:002008-05-11T22:55:27.197-04:00Giving summer blockbuster a better meaning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/04/20/arts/20carr-600.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/04/20/arts/20carr-600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />With summer typically known as the blockbuster season for movies, it's safe to say you won't find too many Oscar contenders in the upcoming months. And Dark Knight aside, I didn't really have high, or even slightly high expectations for any of the films released during the vacation season, especially after the barrage of sequels last year. And then came <span style="font-weight:bold;">Iron Man</span>. Sure, it's another superhero movie with a relatively predictable plot. And yes, the villains aren't the most developed. But the big kicker about the quality of the film is the exact reason I hate the <span style="font-weight:bold;">Spiderman</span> series: the star. Regardless of his notorious past, Robert Downey Jr. was the perfect choice for the rough around the edges Tony Stark. They didn't try to suppress the womanizing or alcohol abusing to make the film safe for the kids. And Downey has a way of playing up the chauvinism and cockiness while still becoming a character who the audience wants to root for. For once, the guy seems normal. He isn't the humdrum, corny Peter Parker, dancing around the streets or hamming it up for the kids. Downey didn't seem afraid to show his character's appalling qualities. And Toby Maguire? Well, he grew out his hair to have an emo swoop. If you get a chance, check out Iron Man. If nothing else, it'll feed your superhero appetite until Christian Bale dons the batsuit once again.Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-13718783732862557902008-03-21T18:35:00.005-04:002008-05-11T20:23:06.789-04:00Emo Line of the Week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mog.com/pictures/wikipedia/3287585/Tsc_group.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://mog.com/pictures/wikipedia/3287585/Tsc_group.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I have a confession to make. I love emo music. The moment I hear those whiny, depressing, and ridiculously morbid lyrics, I'm sold. As long as they don't kill any semblance of joy in the room, they provide for a good laugh. And I'll admit it. Sometimes those exaggerated lyrics describe just how I'm feeling. Granted, I've never really wanted to "cut my wrists and black my eyes" (Thank you Hawthorne Heights), but you get the idea. With that being said, I want to celebrate all that is emo. And thus, I give you the first installment of "Emo Line of the Week." <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Spill Canvas- "Battles"</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">It's like one thousand papercuts,<br />Soaked in vinegar.<br />Like the battles with yourself,<br />That leave you insecure.</span><br /><br />The Spill Canvas does have a way with describing their anguish in the most uplifting similes. No, it isn't enough to say something is painful. Instead, they paint a lovely picture of burning your bloody hand on the acidic liquid. Who wouldn't sing along? <br />And here's an added bonus just in case you were doubting their emo-ness:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">From "Polygraph, Right Now"<br /></span><span style="font-style:italic;">I bleed confidence from deep within my guts now<br />I’m the king of this pity party with my jewel encrusted crown</span>Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-36084898407271804112008-03-17T23:51:00.005-04:002008-12-10T11:27:40.304-05:00Honey, honey honey... you're the death of me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKrsykfvW8qIPciAwlv99ERyRy-1qmpxrRWtZ2GvuobzpMvwEbISL_OZ-mOylRiARttI5rQ0Yo4b6YmMqryM-9dDj_91sWeCsfmdw6Zn5_193exgz5dBgw4qhyphenhyphenES6a4chbKkddTAPevtaU/s1600-h/20.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 4px 1px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKrsykfvW8qIPciAwlv99ERyRy-1qmpxrRWtZ2GvuobzpMvwEbISL_OZ-mOylRiARttI5rQ0Yo4b6YmMqryM-9dDj_91sWeCsfmdw6Zn5_193exgz5dBgw4qhyphenhyphenES6a4chbKkddTAPevtaU/s320/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180322883602318354" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Now that I've slacked off for the past month on posting, I figured the best way to start would be with a review of an incredible album. Today marks the release of the Hush Sound's third full-length album, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Goodbye Blues</span></span>.</span><br /><br /></div><div><div>I've never been the greatest at categorizing bands, what with the various labels (can someone please tell me the difference between hardcore, post-hardcore and metal?), but when it comes to the Hush Sound, you just have to listen. And not just to a few songs. Although ITunes may label them "alternative," the category only simplifies them to only one of their many styles. This band has a habit for blending different musical genres, resulting in albums that range from poppy with infectious choruses ("Don't Wake Me Up"), to the 1920s-esque piano driven songs ("Walking Towards the Sun") to something all their own ("Sweet Tangerine", "Momentum"). Although one may be quick to write them off as yet another pop punk alternative band like their label-mates (Fall Out Boy, Panic at the Disco), they are undoubtedly the most unique, and perhaps riskiest band on Fueled By Ramen.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>And somehow, they've taken it a step further with their newest album. Some songs are definitely radio-friendly, like the lead single, "Honey," but unlike other bands, their sound is still as indy and folksy as always, if not more. "Love You Better" and "Molasses"stand out as tracks that are not a product of the music industry's current generic sound. Even something as simple as the hook is reminiscent of the good ol' days in music, when the lyrics actually served a purpose rather than offering a spelling lesson (Damn you Fergie).</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>More than anything, you can hear the growth of the band with each guitar riff or high note. There's no denying that vocalist/pianist Greta Salpeter has always had a great voice. But this time around, the emotional undertones provide an added layer to the singer's vocal presence. Not to take away from their other vocalist, Bob Morris, who's distinct and unique voice is as amazing as always.</div><div><br /></div><div>As excited as I am for the release, more than anything I'm relieved that the band is still together. The Chicago group nearly called it quits at the end of 2006. Thank the band's faithful fans for reminding the band just how much of an impact can music can make on people's lives.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm still in the process of picking a favorite song, though I've had the entire album on repeat for a few hours now. To find a favorite of your own, check out their <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thehushsound">myspace,</a> or better yet, purchase their album <a href="http://store.thehushsound.com/albumview.asp?idproduct=50911">here</a>.</div></div>Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870437909641165958.post-60098810372073555702008-02-02T21:34:00.000-05:002008-02-06T20:03:06.905-05:00Wiggle your big toe<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I've always been obsessed with introductions. From leads in magazine articles to the opening line of a song, there's something about how the writer chooses to introduce themselves and set the tone for the rest of the work. And while there are an exorbitant amount of awful hooks, there's something about coming across those opening lines to a novel that draw you in for the long hall or the first lyric that grabs your attention and makes you really listen.</div><div><br /></div><div>When it came to starting the first post of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">pop rocks</span>, I antagonized over the introduction, wanting to keep the right pace of the blog without going too deep in the exposition. So instead, I thought I'd just begin with a brief snapshot into my mindset, obsession with introductions and all.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Pop rocks </span>began as an idea a few months ago, as I started toying with the idea of jumping on the bandwagon and entering the blogosphere. Originally, I had no idea what specific topic I wanted to cover. As I considered the multitude of options, I asked myself one thing: what do I really care about? What can I talk about to utter exhaustion? Only one thing really stood out at that point--pop culture. As much as I'd like to lie and say I'm obsessed with politics or public health, the entertainment world has always intrigued me the most. It's the reason I read Variety every morning, checking out the latest project greenlit or recent review. It's why I read the Arts section of the New York Times from cover to cover and only skim the national news.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I'm sure many question the importance of the entertainment industry compared to foreign policy or economics. But you can't argue the importance of having such an accessible form of expression available to the masses. As important as it is to be informed of the latest news, we all need a from of escapism every once in awhile when we need relief from the real world. Every once in awhile, we need to turn away from our lives and escape into a family sitcom. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Recently, the art of the entertainment industry seems to have fallen by the wayside in favor of constant surveillance on the celebrities themselves. A new album or movie is no longer necessary to attract publicity. Now, the public seems more focused on the latest star to enter rehab than the number one movie at the box office.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>But this blog isn't about that. You won't find any gossip or rumor about the latest pregnancy or divorce. You will find news on some of the latest movies, plot developments in television shows, and recommendations for the indy band you haven't heard yet. Overall, the goal of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">pop rocks</span> is to celebrate the art created by the film, television, and music industries. This blog is about raising awareness to remember the true reason for the existence of the entertainment industry--the work itself.</div>Mad Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12953554711504973221noreply@blogger.com0