I’ve been off for several days, and haven’t felt like working any extra shifts. Which means, you guessed it, lots of TV.
Return of the Jedi
We watched Return of the Jedi on DVD Saturday night, and got to see that last scene for myself, and decided I don’t like it (oh, like George would really care)…
Mean Girls
We watched Mean Girls Sunday. It’s a story about a girl raised on home schooling, sent to attend her Junior year at the public high school, where she befriends a clique of pretty girls in order to learn their secrets. It was VERY funny, and unlike a lot of movies based on Saturday Night Live comedians, this movie had excellent comedic timing (instead of the usual running gags that are allowed to run so long they go from funny to boring to stupid to offensive to What Other DVDs Do We Have Anyway.) The screenplay was written by Tina Fey (of SNL’s Weekend Update fame) and plays one of the teachers in the movie.
I think the star, Lindsay Lohan,
looks like Malcolm in the Middle’s Frankie Muniz.
They have the same face, and their inflections are identical. I figure they are biological siblings that don’t want to edge into one another’s star potential, sort of the Charlie Sheen / Emilio Estevez phenomenon of the 80’s.
Lost
I have high hopes for one new TV show, Lost. It’s about the survivors of a plane that crashes on a deserted tropical island. The blurb is that “no one is who they appear to be,” meaning they all have complex human issues (a prisoner, an abusive Asian husband, sluts, heros, druggies, etc). The interesting part is that, as they cope with survival on this island, they must come to draw upon their personal strengths and abilities, but must also make an attempt to strip away their old selves to make new lives for themselves. An interesting concept. Oh, by the way, there’s a BIG SCAREY INVISIBLE SCREAMING MONSTER working in the background. No idea how that detail will be worked out, but it adds that level of drama that folks can chew on when the more prevalent inner human conflict develops.
Supersize Me
We are working our way through Supersize Me, that movie where the guy eats nothing but McDonald’s meals for 30 days. We’ve watched the first two weeks of his effort. No need to tell you his body is going to all levels of Hell, but to add interest, his girlfriend is Vegan, and he is being followed by a small army of physicians, nutritionists and exercise physiologists. The Nutritionist (who looks like one of those waifs that call regular folk fat) has already gotten to the point where she obviously wants to hit this guy over the head with a stick. She knows the premise of the show, but is already harping on him to “lighten up on the bad stuff” and encourages him to just eat the salads and the water.
The crisis that has really concerned me so far is not that I might be making choices that will land me in a CVICU within the next 10 years (we all know the risks, only the most infantile and naïve of us would think McDonalds – or any fast-food restaurant – sells anything that is good for you. What I find really distressing is how much we have allowed the fast food industry to take over the nutrition of school-aged children. I realize the movie is biased, but it does a good job proving that the fast food industry is spending a whole lot of money introducing their convenient (albeit fatty) food to younger and younger people.
Sunday Night Sex Talk
PalmPix shots of my TV screen. From the Oxygen Channel. That’s not a bratwurst sausage in her hand or on her desk. She’s talking to a young woman via telephone and giving advice on what sex toys are best to use when you’ve got vaginismus. Even better than Dr. Ruth, because she takes the same tone that your history teacher from 8th grade used to discuss the Battle of the Bulge, or Lincoln’s Gettysburg address. When she tells callers to insert fingers into anuses or vaginas, I have to make sure I am not drinking anything or it ends up all over my desk.
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