I’ve been meaning to inject a considerable amount of text into this blog. Have to air the stench of the past two video entries—the reek of lousy shots, lazy editing, and the inexistence of story—right out of this baby, and replace them with the lousy, lazy, story-sapped drivel by which I am less annoyed.
Been preoccupied with varying degrees of human contact the past few days. Below is a part of the backlog. Will blog about the other days when I have the nerve.
[Wednesday] Yet again, in the spirit of the dastardly and bastardly, I went with Pubey Boy to the special screening of Transformers + launch of Mac Tonight, the campaign for McDonald’s 24-hour branches. Apparently, a toy-based movie and a fast food chain are grounds enough to hold a high-profile society event—celebrities, models, Tim Yap and all.
Before the movie, waiters served quartered, tooth-picked McCheeseburgers and McNuggets on silver platters. That the Pretty People there were off carbs and grease made these whored d’oeuvres all the more hilarious.
I liked Transformers, and I’m not into action movies, cars, or anything else that sounds good with the word octane. I had to bury my head in my hands because of some cheeseball scenes, but it was wonderfully, mindlessly entertaining on the whole. No particular emotional attachment to any of the robots, no particular endearment with Shia LaBeouf’s wide nostrils, no particular appreciation for the basic political commentary. I just sat down, ate my free apple pies, yielded myself to the blockbuster blitz, and liked it. Although Megan Fox’s tiny waist did spurn such black, black envy.
Pubey and I got into such a tizzy after the screening, because we realized how great it would be if the exploitation of 80’s toons continued and someone made a live-action Jem and the Holograms movie.
Jerica Benton! Eric! Synergy! Aja! Shana! Kimber! Pizzazz! Roxy! Stormer! Rio! All those orphans with side ponytails! I get into a Flashdance fit just thinking about it!
