Courtesy of the warped folks at Psychotic Humour.
If I had children and attempted this exercise, all I would be able to find for demonstration purposes would be lots of hideously mangled, chewed, leaking biros. Which would be very useful for explaining the sex in JG Ballard’s “Crash” or between members of Fleetwood Mac, but not much else…
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The Olympic Deliverance Commission
London 2012 is about to begin amid guffaws about bus drivers getting lost and indignation over security cock-ups. You couldn’t have made it up. Well, they did actually*. The almost perfect Twenty Twelve is about to conclude on Tuesday. This is my fond farewell.
You arrive, expensive bottle in hand. Your host snatches at your coat removing it to the dark upstairs. You are steered with gentle force to the nibbles and the slightly cheaper wine already opened. Your expensive bottle has disappeared. The party is full of people you don’t know so well. ‘What do I do now? This is meant to be fun right.’
Anyone who has got hold of Olympic tickets has just received an e-mail which outlines that an armed soldier will take your coat; the nibbles are McDonalds only and the crap wine is £7.50 a time and if you’re honest the Olympics is full of sports you don’t know so well. ‘This is meant to be fun, right? That’s what they told us.’
They are the board at the Olympic Deliverance Commission in the BBC mocumentary sitcom Twenty Twelve which depicts, with obvious glee, the neurosis of a nervous party host. You can react to the Olympics in many ways: rejoice, rile, get out the bunting or take the piss. This being Britain we take the piss and in a rather lovely way; unpicking the vanity and limitations of a bunch of individuals trying to make froth solid and control a million variables. They fail of course. To succeed would be neither funny nor British. We’re not all that anymore remember, and this is a sitcom, not a promo ad with an Elbow back drop. Continue reading
And how do we know? Cos it says so right here:
Full link here: http://news444.com/a/1545127/picture_this_3. Original, fame-generating post here.
Mind you, Coriander/Cilantro also appears to be TOP WORLD NEWS, but we’ll bask in the sunny uplands of fame nonetheless. Our Britney Spears meltdown comes ever nearer…
Thank you News444. And well done Chris. Now go to the back of the stage, put on some silly sunglasses and go play with your keyboards. Thank you.
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Final of 3 blogs. Go here for Part 1 on how Frank challenged hip hop (and 50 Cent), go here for part 2 on what his declaration of independence will mean for young gay and bisexual people
Frank Ocean televises the revolution
If you haven’t read the tumblr note with which Frank Ocean made his declaration of independence, you must. Originally intended to be in the liner notes to “Channel Orange”, it would surely move anyone of any sex or sexuality who has ever been young and in love with someone who didn’t love them back. It is, in a way, a love letter, to a man he once loved and to the world.
“We spent that summer, and the summer after that, together. Almost every day. And when we were together the time glided.” Read that last sentence again – “And when we were together the time glided”– and if something in you doesn’t shiver, you may never have been in love. His bruisingly honest and vulnerable account of confessing his feelings to his friend, and that friend’s rejection, is devastating, his description of his slow recovery beautiful. Continue reading
Robert Shaw’s pretty simply pitch for Jaws
There are blogs, books, and academic departments dedicated to the impact of Jaws, the 1975 summer smash. It redefined how films were pitched, marketed and made. It contained stand out scene after stand out scene and a final act as gripping and satisfying as you’ll find in film. Pop Lifer has the DVD, mug, tee-shirt and a little rubber duck style floaty Jaws for the bath. It’s for the kids, really it is.
I was planning to write here about Richard Dreyfuss and his fantastic performance in Jaws. His effortless ability to irritate as oceanographer Matt Hooper with a natural, charmless smugness is unique, and sacrifices likeability and charisma to balance the film against Robert Shaw’s machismo. As you’ll have no doubt noticed by the picture, however, machismo has won the day for once here at Pop Lifer, visually at least. Dreyfuss’ performance was so selfless, he didn’t provide us with a singular stand out moment or image. Like this one. The finest blackboard scratch in cinema history, only rivalled by Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
‘I value my neck a lot more than three thousand bucks, chief . I’ll find him for three, but I’ll catch him, and kill him, for ten.’
Chris
Alison Analogue
Alison Goldfrapp – official Pop Lifer hero – in one of the most gorgeous pop images of the last decade.
If you haven’t bought Goldfrapp’s 2012 singles collection yet, you should correct that immediately: as i’ve written elsewhere, it offers a chance to assess their wayward, eclectic career as a whole. It makes one thing absolutely clear: whatever else they were up to, Goldfrapp have always delivered astonishing singles, 14 songs that veer between the perfect and the merely brilliant.
I’ll be banging on about Goldfrapp again soon, no doubt.
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