Wednesday, March 09, 2005
CURSES, FOILED AGAIN: I was going to bitch out the Oscars from the other week, and how clueless the choad who wrote up the show for AP could be to love this year's mostly bloodless production over the occasionally chaotic sprawls of previous decades. However, in a demonstration of why Movie Poop Shoot is quickly becoming my favorite pop kultcha site, Chris Ryall (who also writes a spirited overview of next week's television) compares the dessicated Oscarcast with the Independent Spirit Awards, and coincidentally covering all the points that pissed me off about Oscar.
As a bonus, he also covers the brutality that is the cast commentary on the new Brady Bunch TV series DVDs, a show which we both would feel blessed if we never saw it again. Really folks, I thought it was cool when I was six, but I thought footie pajamas were, too, and you don't see me...waitaminnit...
(Looks at feet, which are tucked inside of my sweat pants)
Aw, crap.
Oh yes, if you haven't, check the "Comics 101" section...excellent reading if you have even a passing curiousity about funny book history, both on the page and off.
As a bonus, he also covers the brutality that is the cast commentary on the new Brady Bunch TV series DVDs, a show which we both would feel blessed if we never saw it again. Really folks, I thought it was cool when I was six, but I thought footie pajamas were, too, and you don't see me...waitaminnit...
(Looks at feet, which are tucked inside of my sweat pants)
Aw, crap.
Oh yes, if you haven't, check the "Comics 101" section...excellent reading if you have even a passing curiousity about funny book history, both on the page and off.
|| Eric 1:10 AM#
