we like the beat

the band beat radio is playing at sin-e tomorrow night. they play sweet and subtley complex songs. it's familiar music, yet somehow unique.

beat radio -- treetops

i got turned on to them by yeti don't dance. you can go here to download some more beat radio tunes.

peace.

zum zum zum

i'm kinda, sorta hung over this morning cause we went to zum schneider last night. it's a german beer garden at avenue c and 7th street. you can get beers that are as big as a whole liter there. but i would never do that. ever.

peace

return of the whack

i got a creepy email at work yesterday. some company is trying to reintroduce the whole underoos type of undies. you know, all retro and stuff. cool, you say? um, maybe not, cause they are making them for men, not boys.

now, those who know my intimate secrets will know that the first true love of my life wore underoos. of course we were both only 7 years old at the time, so it was normal. unfortunately he liked wearing the wonder woman underoos, which was kinda different.

anyway, this product scares me and i'm all against it ever receiving any press. ever.

speaking of things making a comeback, here's a link to the new fugees song. it's got pras, clef and lauryn all together again. sort of. they are all together in the song, but it sounds as if maybe they all recorded it separately, in different places, so they wouldn't have to, like, talk to each other or anything.

the fugees - take it easy (follow the you send it link).

peace, yo.

suck, suck, suck

this is the suck post.

1. i suck at fantasy football. seriously, yo, i got 4 games right this week. 4! that sucks.

2. my downstairs neighbors suck. they hate each other so much. they scream obscenities at each other all day. everyday. it is noisy and it keeps me up at night and wakes me up in the morning. it sucks.

3. this movie does not suck, although its main character does. thumbsucker has vince vaughn in it. and he does not suck. at all. the movie is quirky, but really it is just a coming of age tale. it's about a teenage boy who sucks his thumb and how he kind of grows up. i will say that quirky does not = great in this case. good acting, but sort of empty storyline. the moral of the movie = everyone has neuroses, they make you who you are, don't ged rid of your freakiness, embrace it.

peace, suckas.

africa

is not the only place experiencing a food shortage.



god bless my empty-ass fridge.

in other pressing news: we heart milwaukee, but we still do not like chicago. at all.

this guy is not dumb

thanks to u2log.com for pointing out to us that if you go to this web site you can stream a video of the man with the world's most fascinating facial hair having a chit chat with liberal economist and activist noreena hertz. she is cute and confident and likes to talk about herself and bono as if they exist in even remotely similar stratospheres. who knows, maybe they do.

Bono, 9\20\05, Chicago, United Center, photo uploaded by LivLuvAndBootlegMusic.

noreena hertz asks him some tough questions. if you are afraid bono is going all conservative on our asses, this is a good one to watch. i still have trouble wrapping my head around the fact that yer man has to defend himself from left wingers, but he really does. it mostly has to do with questions surrounding why he is not raving mad about things like the issues brought up in this article. but you know what? in this video interview, he comes up with the goods. well, goods enough for me, at least.

near the end, he talks about a marketing campaign that will involve major corporations using conscious consumerism to affect change in third world nations. he even uses the word nike. me = investigating that immediately.

peace

elves know how to drink

it was wrong, wrong, wrong what i posted yesterday. my heartfelt apologies to tiny beings everywhere for insinuating that a leprechaun or an elf would need a very long time to drink a 24-ouncer.



those lil' mofos are still passed out after the party they threw for themsleves in my kitchen! and they didn't even invite me until it was time to clean up, yo.



peace

i like grand central station

it is the cheapest place in nyc to buy giant cans of beer.



if i were a leprechaun or or a keebler elf, this can of beer would last me a very long time.

i need to spend more money

it's not as if my credit card bill isn't high enough, but i really need to buy more things. the nano? an ibook? yes and yes.

but a little camera phone we maybe do not need quite yet as our hero gorman has provided us with another cellie-cell video file (follow link) in 3gp format (play it in quicktime, realplayer or itunes). it's last night's acoustic rendition of who's gonna ride your wild horses. bono even remembered the words. brilliant.

peace

different strokes

...for different folks.

the new strokes single leaked today. it's called juicebox. it's, um, interesting. you can download it here (follow link).

somehow the strokes never got added on to the long-ass list of opening acts on the vertigo tour. they wouldn't even have had to play this song. unless they really, really wanted to. oh well.

$5,902.47 and counting...

that figure above = my visa bill.

here's some beautiful fan's camera phone video of walk on making its vertigo tour debut last night in chicago. acoustic, but still, yo! yer man can be seen asking for someone off stage to bring him the lyrics and then proceeding to read the lyrics off of a piece of paper at the end of the song. tipsy, tired, or too much other information fighting for space inside his head?

who cares. just watch (follow link).

peace.

so long san diego

starting to get slightly restless. haven't been out of town in a week...

finally got around to sifting through some san diego pics from last week. here's a few shots to let you know i didn't really spend the whole trip dragging our friend tokie magic out to irish pubs. i went exploring on my own one day before tokz flew in from san francisco and randomly ended up on the martin luther king, jr. promenade. the first thing that came to my mind was that chris rock joke that if a friend calls you on the telephone and says they're lost on martin luther king boulevard and they want to know what they should do, the best response is ‘run!’

well, not this time. this was literally urban landscape art as it should be. it had dozens of plaques with mlk quotes, and also had some very cool sculptures reflecting artist's interpretations of dr. king's beliefs.







later on in the trip, tokz and i got sand between our toes on some beautiful left coast beaches.



on our last day in town, we ran into some quite funky, very stylish, tall and wild peeps in balboa park.



peace

the last word, plus a laugh

not to cover territory again, but we did pick up the hard copy of the new york times sunday magazine cover story featuring yer man yesterday. um, actually, we picked up two copies.

forgive me father for i have sinned, i went into the grocery store, surreptitiously slid a sunday ny times magazine out of one stack of papers, and slipped it into the paper i already had in my cart. this enabled me to walk out of stop & shop with two copies of the sunday mag inserted into the single ny times paper i paid for.



previously i had skimmed this 9,000-plus word article online and decided it was long, amazing and inspiring. after reading it for real, i want to revise that to say, it was long.

like many articles on bono, or on anyone for that matter, it only gave a partial glimpse of his character. this one portrayed him as intelligent and committed, and for sure it was complimentary. however, it also gave the feeling that perhaps he believes in other people's goodness more than they deserve.

personally, i think that bono is more calculating than he is naive, but what do i know, i'm only obsessed with him. anyway, one thing i am certain that this article failed to capture is the fact that bono is a screwball. if he was serious all the time, we would not be interested in him. at all.

here's some humorous video evidence of the boy's not-so-normal personality. it's a very short clip from the tfi friday show in 1998. follow this link.

stephen stills does not heart bono

had to laugh when i read this little quote from stephen stills. he is promoting his new cd, and in a recent interview, the reporter asked him if he wanted to compete with bono as a rock activist.

Stills has a long history of political and social involvement but has no wish to compete for the spotlight with U2's Bono. "I don't have the glasses, and I can actually play the guitar," he says.

it is a bit absurd that stephen would criticize bono's guitar playing. he should know that it is the drums that bono is really, seriously, beyond hilariously bad at playing.

(follow this link) to see bono playing the drums badly

here's some audio evidence that stephen stills can, we admit, play the guitar quite well.

stephen stills - tree top flyer (follow this link)

mrs. mccartney's loose limb

gotta say, the macca has a tough wifey. animal rights activist heather mills mccartney is ruffling a few feathers in nyc this week, telling celebrities that wear fur, that, well, they shouldn't. the absurdity of her passion in this issue reminds me of bono's line that he's all for fighting for what you believe in but he just could never imagine himself throwing chickens at people. i'm not sure that his comment really made sense, but it did make me laugh.

anyway, the point is, heather may be a bit crazy in my eyes, but she definitely has, shall we say, balls. even if she only has one leg. apparently, she tried to tell ms. jennifer lopez a thing or two about fur last week. and it didn't go so well.

heather got her prosthetic leg knocked off by one of j. lo's bodyguards! check out the story here.

my throat hurts too, sometimes

coldplay cancelled two tour dates this week, allegedly due to chris martin's vocal problems. i guess his throat hurts. i love coldplay, but, wow, that is not good. you can't just go canceling concerts on people. i hope he is okay.

i know people will say they cancelled due to ticket sales or something, but my understanding is that the tampa show they cancelled was sold out. they are supposedly rescheduling that one. birmingham, however, was not sold out, and it appears this one has been cancelled outright, which is kinda shady. but, innocent until proven guilty. i'm thinking he really did lose his voice. it has happened to the best of them. hopefully he figures it out so it doesn't happen again.

anyway, coldplay has an EP up on itunes right now with 100 percent proceeds going to hurricane katrina relief. and like mos def says, "if you don't care about the ghetto, then fuck u2!" and you know we think mos def is the smartest guy on the block, with his anger firmly placed on totally the right target, so i bought that coldplay EP pronto.

it has the single mix of fix you from x&y, which i already have, and don't even love, but i never paid for it, so this is payback. it also has live versions of fix you and pour me, which is a track they've played live, but never recorded in the studio, so that is a cool one to have. there is also an x&y b-side called the world turned upside down. 4 songs for $2.99 and a good cause, it's worth it.

considering it is for charity, it offers a great opportunity for music snobs everywhere to take this chance and slip some big bad mainstream music on that ipod. buy it for a good cause and if anyone ever sees it on your ipod, you can be all, i didn't buy that cause i like it, i bought it cause i care.

welcome back anonymous peeps

i opened the comments back up to anonymous and unregistered posters. mostly i did this cause my favorite comments are the spam ones about weight loss and other silly nonsense, but we also welcome actual posts from our friends. (and non-friends).

mostly i hope that all the bono haters who are on all my favorite blogs this week convincing people he is stupid, naive, evil and bad at singing (aah!), will all come visit us here and discover what a truly multi-faceted, complex, sweet, devious, irresistable, little, multi-millionaire, philanthropic, capitalist pig, cutie pie he really is.

peace

no rain, but we got bowie

can't get my head around putting together an adequate recap of the arcade fire show last night. the highlight for sure was when a dude named david bowie walked out on stage for the last couple songs of the night. the arcade fire peeps were in all black and out strolled the man in all white and you just knew it was bowie, unless you were one of the gloms of 21-year olds standing next to me going, who is that guy?

anyway, they finished with their biggest fan (david, not me) joining win butler in singing "wake up" which really can't be beat.

more later.

peace

ok, here's more

every blogger in NYC is writing up an arcade fire review right now, so i think i'll skip it. if you really want to know how they were, check out one louder nyc or brooklyn vegan or stereogum cause those blogs are full of peeps who know everything about everything. and nothing at all.

my opinion is that the coolest thing about the summer stage in central park is that if you stand in the right spot and crane your neck, you can see the tower at the top of yer man's apartment building. just so you know, his lights were on. but i digress.

it was very humid, very packed, and very laid back. indie kids don't do excitement. win butler even mentioned that the crowd was lame. the band kicks ass. they have horns, strings, guitars, crazy drummers. they are sort of like napolean dynamite with instruments. and, like, mixed with crack.

i am not a huge fan of regine's voice (sorry folks!) and sometimes when they are all singing at once, it is even too out of tune for me. there is a lot of energy coming out of the band, but they didn't draw all that much energy out of the crowd. probably not their fault, but it can't be epic (for me) if there's not a shared enthusiasm, and i did not experience that last night.

when bowie came out, nobody was surprised, but it was still a rush. the man had a heart attack last year and hasn't performed until his 2 guest spots with the arcade fire peeps this week. they love him, he loves them, we all love each other.

he played the classic tune queen bitch with them backing him and then they finished with wake up and bowie shared vocals with win. here's two photos i borrowed from arcade fire's site who borrowed them from brooklyn vegan.





later

fire and rain

so i have tix to see the arcade fire in central park tonight. it poured this morning so it should be a mud-bath. i hope it clears up. i hope i can get out of work in time to go. i hope i remembered to take my ticket with me when i left my apartment this morning. mostly, i just hope the concert doesn't suck.

i like french fries, too

there's a long, amazing, inspiring article on yer man in this sunday's new york times magazine. you can read an advance copy on their website. i only skimmed it though cause i want to wait to read it when i have the hard copy. i'm old school and all that.

they are also taking world poverty-related questions for bono on an email link. i sent one, but it was sort of obnoxious, so if it gets picked i'll feel bad. not really, but what are the chances of my query being picked anyway?

the article is pretty serious and very well-written. the best thing about new articles by good writers though is not the rehashing of all the grandiose qualities of yer man. it's the daily detail things that great reporters manage to capture. the human things. even with just a skim, i can tell you this author knows what he is doing. for example, here's a lovely bono dining detail that made me smile:

bono insisted on having lunch at balthazar, the downtown bistro, where the staff welcomed him as an old friend. he ordered half a dozen oysters, the filet mignon and a half-bottle—and then, sometime later, another half-bottle—of a clos de vougeot. when my lunch came, he ate the french fries off my plate, bill clinton-style.

don't ya know it

in case you miss cillian murphy or something, we'll just give one more shout out to the boy. after all, i heard that a real preachy little know-it-all announced on stage the other night that breakfast on pluto "is the best film at the toronto film festival." and i think you can trust the boy.

but do you think this movie can possibly be a mainstream hit in america? will people be turned off by a cross-dressing young boy who is an orphan cause his teenage mom was knocked up by a priest? or that the young pretty boy meets a tough IRA rock n roll man, who in turn falls in love with the boy?

personally i think gavin and cillian make a fine couple.



peace

we heart aaron mcgruder

it is ironic and slightly scary that some of the best political analysis in america comes from the comedy channel's jon stewart. don't fear though, there are places to find better political commentary than the comedy channel.

like the funny pages.

looking for trouble

think a certain somebody is looking to stir up some peeps? oh yeah, you know we like that.

it's official that kanye west is opening up for at least a week's worth of u2 concerts in december. funniest part? 2 of the the confirmed shows are in utah and nebraska. holy red states batman, are those people gonna hate themselves some kanye or what?

you know kanye, right? the guy who said this on national TV last week:

i hate the way they portray us in the media. you see a black family, it says, 'they're looting.' you see a white family, it says, 'they're looking for food.'

....america is set up to help the poor, the black people, the less well-off, as slow as possible. i mean, the red cross is doing everything they can. we already realize a lot of people that could help are at war right now, fighting another way—and they've given them permission to go down and shoot us!

george bush doesn't care about black people!

i'm laughing tears of joy right now. tempests and teapots, oh boy.

peace.

home again

took the red eye from CA to NY this morning and did not even get to see a sun rise. how lame is that? catching a glimpse of a rising sun from above the clouds is one of life's cooler experiences. jet blue does everything for ya, but they just can't time the sun rising i guess. oh well, hopefully there will be a next time.

right now i am tired. one good thing about that exhaustion is that i probably will be too mentally oxygen deprived to figure out how to buy more u2 tickets. at least for today.

peace

looking good

not gonna say we told ya so, but here ya go.

the little planets cillian and bono did in fact collide last night at the toronto film festival premiere of breakfast on pluto.

i'm flying home tonight. happily.

peace.

help

global beachgoing went up a level today with toes in the water in la jolla and coronado. tres cool. we also managed to visit our second truly authentic irish pub in san diego in 2 nights. it was called the field and, yeah, we liked it. the bouncer and i had on the same white bracelet.

i heard u2 did love and peace or else on the mtv hurricane concert tonight. holy fuck is that awesome. bono's headband said "help" and he sang some new lines: "lay down your guns, you americans."

cool. peace.

there's whiskey in the jar

news of the day: we like the leperkhanz. yeah, that's how you spell it, yo.

we heard mary j. blige sang one with the big boys tonight. and apparently it was good? awesome is what i say.

we missed b duetting with mj cause we were busy watching the leperkhanz rock it down at dublin square in san diego. combine irish folk traditional with nine inch nails and speed metal and edge's echo unit on the irish fiddle and you have the leperkhanz. oh yeah, and some pirates singing. drunk.

maybe when i'm sober i'll feel different, but all i can say tonight is music = life.

peace

sweet dreams

i'm in san diego, recovering from a day of sun and smackdown in the water. my brain is too fogged to form complete sentences. my second nap of the day is about to start lasting all night, so i figured i'd just post a picture. that course of action makes total sense.(to me.)

this magazine cover is from russia. the 3 guys in the back are in warrior pose, saying, "attention lance armstrong, paul mccartney and tom brady: step away from the lead singer. step away boys."

the headline says (really): as long as there is no war.

peace

richard simmons, marie osmond and moi

woke up at 5 a.m. today and it's been an interesting journey since then. full of surprises and revelations.

for instance, did you know you could buy sake at 7 a.m. at kennedy airport? well, you can. did you know that certain hotels think it is cool to put the ethernet internet connecter cord for your computer in the mini bar? well, apparently in san diego, that's how they roll with it. how you are supposed to do work once you've cracked open the mini, is frankly, way beyond my level of comprehension.

the best surprise so far is that my hotel is swank. beyond swank. i so don't belong here in my jeans and sneakers today. the lobby is a replica of the ante room at versailles. bien sur! or something.

in the hotel guide, there is a list of all these famous guests who have stayed here. there are some cool names like john wayne and sean connery and president nixon and the red hot chilli peppers. but the spice girls? richard simmons? marie osmond? you brag about this type of company in san diego, apparently.

also today, though i was not involved or responsible in any way, the irish lost their world cup qualifier 1-0 against france. well, there goes the first-place standing and qualifying spot up in smoke. guess we shoulda known it wouldn't last kissing time. but there are worse things than sports losses. don't we all know that.

tonight is for chilling and hoping that the san diego waves will be, oh not so cruel to me tomorrow.

peace

picture in my pocket

hola. i am off to san diego this morning. and, oh yeah, early morning, coffee-drinking, lazy walking beachgoing is on the must-do list. tokie magic is gonna meet me there, which is cool, cause she is the best kind of friend. she's so smart, yet so blissfully naive about certain things, it is the weirdest combo ever.

anyway, total bonus is that i got the loaner laptop from work. unfortunately it's cause i have a lot of work to do, but also, it will enable me to stay connected in cyber space. this may seem unimportant, but i must tell you, it's not. cyber space in the past year has given me inside scoops on some good stuff. free concerts, free music, pre-sales, rumors that turn to reality, and the like.

sometimes (okay, all the time), when i fly, i put a picture of bono in my pocket. this may seem odd, but ya know, it's not. when i was in high school, i played soccer with a picture of kristine lilly in my cleats. it's all relative, yo. anyway, after my trip to utah a few weeks ago, i washed my black hoody and in the right hand pocket it had two bono pix and a copy of this letter he wrote once to his dad. and um, the washing machine turned these pieces of black and white paper to mushy bits.

but don't worry, i printed out a new pic for my pocket. peace.

alright now, roy

this is keano. don't worry, we're not going to kick off roy keane week or anything. i mean, who are we to give support or criticism for keano? that's a schism we will leave to real irish people to figure out.

just suffice it to say that keano's a temperamental bastard, alright. but live in the moment, and all that matters is that he's the best irish player that's ever lived and he'll be on the field tomorrow in a big, big day for ireland. the bhoys in green are playing against france at home in a world cup qualifier.

ireland is leading their qualifying group with 3 games to play. so, through the first 7 games, ireland is ahead of their whole group, including france and switzerland. only the group winner is guaranteed a spot in the world cup. that's big stuff. france is coming in with zidane healthy, and i'll have to do my best not to take pleasure in every beautiful movement zizou makes on the field.

seriously, of course we want the irish to win. that way our mr. mullen will have a smile on his face when the big show starts up again next monday.

peace.

cillian murphy week: the finale

yeah, it's day 7, the final day of cillian murphy week. but fear not, yer man will certainly be back in this space soon enough.

cillian's upcoming flick is called breakfast on pluto. it should hit theaters in the u.s. by november. based on a book by patrick mccabe, directed by neil jordan (the crying game), breakfast on pluto features cillian as patrick "kitten" braden. liam neeson is in this movie, too. cillian's character, kitten, is an abandoned child who escapes from his foster home in small-town ireland to become a transvestite and a performer in london. oh and he also gets messed up with the IRA.

totally normal, right?

it seems likely that cillian will be in toronto next weekend as this movie is set to premier at the toronto film festival. 4 of our other favorite little irish dudes are also going to be in toronto prepping for the opening of the vertigo tour: leg 3. as if every other aspect of this film would not guarantee the movie's opening night intersecting with the u2niverse, there is the little matter of a man by the name of gavin friday being one of the stars of this flick. as mystery person might say, bono and gavin love each other a few lots.



it does not take a meteorologist or astrologist or astronomist or even a freak to guarantee that this forecast is correct: planet cillian is about to intersect with planet bono. let's hope the photographers remember to take their lens caps off...

travel safe boys. peace.

cillian murphy week, day 6

sorry, no new cillian movies to tell you about today. tomorrow is the last day of cillian murphy week, so today, here's just a tiny bit more info on yer man cillian.

just so ya know, cillian is from cork. he now lives in london. he is married. he studied law at university college cork. he plays guitar in a band called sons of mr. greengenes. he first established himself as a theatrical actor in london. he has had bit parts in some big movies, like cold mountain and girl with a pearl earring. he's 29. he used to play rugby. we like him.

enjoy the sunshine. peace.

cillian murphy week, day 5: batman begins

hmmm...it's not easy to bill this as a cillian review cause he is not the main man in this flick. he is the bad guy. the villain. and unfortunately, he is not a very tough kind of villain in this movie. he actually comes off as kinda, sorta creepy and even teeny. but oh so pretty.

liam neeson is also in this movie. we don't like every person who ever came from ireland. (seriously, yo!) but we do like liam. (and cillian). anyway, at least liam does us proud in this flick, cause he's tough. another tough mother in this movie is christian bale, who plays batman. he worked quite a bit on the traps and delts for this role, yep he did. in addition to looking fantabulous with his shirt off, christian also does a good, understated acting job. it's not slapstick like clooney's batman was.

michael cain, gary oldman and morgan freeman are all in this movie as well. quite a cast, right? and christopher nolan directed this. he also directed memento, which is one of the craziest, coolest, most unique movies ever.

so, all that said, batman begins is not as mindblowingly good as one might have hoped. it is dark and serious and a little too long. and oh yeah, katie holmes is in it, which is distracting cause all you think the whole time she is on screen is: eeeeeeew.

another negative part of batman begins is that for some reason, the people making this film thought it would be smart if everytime cillian turned bad and evil in the movie, he would do so with a burlap sack over his face. um, okay, whatever peeps.

but the special effects are good and there is a whole metaphorical meaning, which is always nice for dorks like me. yer man cillian happens to be smack dab in the middle of the metaphor. i don't want to give away the plot or anything, but cillian's weapon of choice is literally a gaseous form of fear. he has a toxin that just scares the bloody hell out of peeps. like you smell it and you see him all burlap bag on head and your deepest fears just overtake you.

if you do not know what this pervasive, all-consuming and self destructive fear metaphorically symbolizes—lucky you. that means you've probably never been packed in tight on a stalled subway car in a pitch black tunnel wondering if it is stopped for a good reason or a bad one. it's a metaphor for terror, baby.

in real life, i have an anecdote for these situations. it lives inside my ipod.

you'll have to watch the flick to see what batman's answer to fear in a burlap bag is. overall, this movie gets a B.

peace.

cillian murphy week, day 4: intermission

cillian murphy week probably should have started off with a post about intermission. this was the first cillian flick i ever saw, and i actually only saw it because colin farrell was in it. not that i am a huge colin fan, cause i'm not, really. it's just that if he weren't in it, i probably never would have read about it or anything cause it never would have gotten any press.

intermission is an indie/ensemble flick, and it's cool that colin decided to do it, cause it's not all big stars and hollywood bombast. it was made in ireland by a dude named john crowley. the coolest thing about the film is that it is about modern, messed up people who just happen to be irish. most movies you see in america that involve irish people are about the IRA or about the famine or leprechauns or something. but this movie depicts ireland as it really is: a country in the 21st century, folks! with druggies and do-gooders, wife beaters and lonely hearts, normal folks and criminals.

colin is a real bastard in this flick.

it is a guy ritchie/quentin tarantino-type plot where there are multiple stories, all of which connect somehow at the end. along the way, the plot takes slight turns off the traditional path, and displays sly, dark and even evil humor. yes folks, it's true, irish people can be really, really mean to each other.

cillian (not colin) is the central figure who connects all the stories in the film. i had never heard of this cillian murphy fella before i watched this. his part in the movie starts small and grows and grows until the end when his decisions become the most important, emotionally, to the viewer. (or maybe it was just this viewer. not sure).

cillian plays a normal irish boy who displays some poor, misogynistic judgment. he does some bad things for sure. but compared to colin's character, by the end, you actually just want to forgive cillian's character. (or at least, i know i wanted to forgive him. he didn't mean it!)

this movie is not as over the top as a tarantino movie. it is more slow-paced, but it is slightly violent and demented, and it has this weird thing going on with characters who are kinda, sorta twisted, but somehow normal at the same time.

i think this movie is a B/B+ and i recommend it. obviously.

do you want your daily interruption?

clicky clicky on the title link above to see the new franz ferdinand video for their upcoming single "do you want to". we love franz cause they make rock n roll that makes you wanna dance, yo.

this new song sounds kinda like franz's single that tore it up last year "take me out". but you know, take me out was probably my favorite single from ANY band last year. so if their new single sounds kinda, sorta like the best single of last year, can that really be a bad thing?

plus, this video is cool. it shows how franz is different from the other 80s-influenced dance rock bands of the day, like the killers, for example. franz are just nerdy art school boys. they aren't trying to be cool with poses. they just are cool, cause they are so uncool.

the video has an '80s vibe, but in a really good way. scottish boys are funny.

peace

cillian murphy week, day 3: 28 days later

alright, so this flick is a rental. you could put it on your netflix list, somewhere above the lame ben affleck and sam jackson "thrillers", but maybe behind the academy award nominee-type flicks from sean penn or bill murray or whoever.

it is a sci-fi movie really. a cult horror flick. this is not my usual fare. this one earns points because it is done by danny boyle, the man who brought you trainspotting. he doesn't make your typical hollywood bust 'em up and blow 'em up crap. he's a teeny bit off, you might say. and we like that.

basically, the plot revolves around a small group of people (including our boy cillian) running and hiding from (and murdering and killing) mobs of infected zombie type peeps. i should probably warn you that the first time the camera hits cillian in this film, he is buck naked. lying on his back, yep he is.


it's kind of downhill from there. but a lot of people really liked this movie. critics from some pretty prestigious publications raved about its social commentary and new twists on old-school horror. it gained some cult status.

personally, i didn't really buy into that whole intellectual aspect of it. but i did buy into cillian. and to be fair, it is not boring. at all. i'm just not too into its lack of character development.

in conclusion, there are some good things about 28 days later. first of all, cillian is the star. second of all, cillian is the star.

this movie for me is a C+, and i would recommend it if you like sc-fi and horror. or cillian.

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