Thursday, October 14, 2004
That New Growing Pains Movie Looks Like It Could Be "The Shit"
I could barely stand watching either the debate or the game last night. Both were just boring lifeless more of the same unendurable shit. The first debate was interesting because it was the first, and because Bush seemed so deliciously retarded. The second debate was significantly less interesting, but it at least had a format that distinguished it from its predecessor, as well as an anger-saturated, shout-filled performance from the President. This last one was just torture, though, just constant restatements of the same damn questions, answered with the same damn stock replies, misstatements, and distortions.
And sweet Jesus, I'm ready to believe that these Red Sox just might be cursed, like, for real. Schilling's ankle, which has been bothering him since May, finally gives out right before their first playoff game against the Yankees? John "I was pretty good in 2002 but haven't pitched outside of MLB Slugfest since" Lieber shuts the most productive line-up in baseball out for seven innings? The Sox are so thoroughly, cosmically fucked, always and forever, that you'd think they drank God's last can of Pimp Juice, or something. It still wouldn't surprise me if they won the series, even without Schilling, but these first two games have demoralized the fine, sturdy, only slightly occasionally assholish citizens of Boston and various outlying surroundings.
But so, the debate was as dull as my wit, and, for whatever reason, I was peculiarly uninterested in paying close attention to a baseball game. Still, Wednesday was not a complete televisual bust, howsoever, as the best show currently on tv was particularly great last night. Lost has been mostly excellent, and yesterday's episode was easily the best thus far. The backstory of Locke (the creepy old guy with the eye-scar) featured some of the finest, most direct and effective character development this side of Freaks and Geeks. After having conditioned us to think of Locke as a potential villain solely through the use of ominous musical cues and the character's physical appearance, the creators of Lost proceeded to turn him into the most sympathetic and respectable character on the show. They enacted a complete, drastic shift in the audience's attitudes in one single episode. And in keeping with the traditions of a good origin story, they raised as many new questions about Locke's past as they answered (and that doesn't even include the big obvious question about what exactly he saw when the "creature" approached him in the clearing).
But so, Lost is about as good as tv gets. It's so good that it's more entertaining than the process that will decide the fate of civilization as we know it. It's even more exciting than Pedro versus the Yankees. I would recommend this program to anyone who enjoys enjoyment, and dislikes that which is dull and lifeless.
I could barely stand watching either the debate or the game last night. Both were just boring lifeless more of the same unendurable shit. The first debate was interesting because it was the first, and because Bush seemed so deliciously retarded. The second debate was significantly less interesting, but it at least had a format that distinguished it from its predecessor, as well as an anger-saturated, shout-filled performance from the President. This last one was just torture, though, just constant restatements of the same damn questions, answered with the same damn stock replies, misstatements, and distortions.
And sweet Jesus, I'm ready to believe that these Red Sox just might be cursed, like, for real. Schilling's ankle, which has been bothering him since May, finally gives out right before their first playoff game against the Yankees? John "I was pretty good in 2002 but haven't pitched outside of MLB Slugfest since" Lieber shuts the most productive line-up in baseball out for seven innings? The Sox are so thoroughly, cosmically fucked, always and forever, that you'd think they drank God's last can of Pimp Juice, or something. It still wouldn't surprise me if they won the series, even without Schilling, but these first two games have demoralized the fine, sturdy, only slightly occasionally assholish citizens of Boston and various outlying surroundings.
But so, the debate was as dull as my wit, and, for whatever reason, I was peculiarly uninterested in paying close attention to a baseball game. Still, Wednesday was not a complete televisual bust, howsoever, as the best show currently on tv was particularly great last night. Lost has been mostly excellent, and yesterday's episode was easily the best thus far. The backstory of Locke (the creepy old guy with the eye-scar) featured some of the finest, most direct and effective character development this side of Freaks and Geeks. After having conditioned us to think of Locke as a potential villain solely through the use of ominous musical cues and the character's physical appearance, the creators of Lost proceeded to turn him into the most sympathetic and respectable character on the show. They enacted a complete, drastic shift in the audience's attitudes in one single episode. And in keeping with the traditions of a good origin story, they raised as many new questions about Locke's past as they answered (and that doesn't even include the big obvious question about what exactly he saw when the "creature" approached him in the clearing).
But so, Lost is about as good as tv gets. It's so good that it's more entertaining than the process that will decide the fate of civilization as we know it. It's even more exciting than Pedro versus the Yankees. I would recommend this program to anyone who enjoys enjoyment, and dislikes that which is dull and lifeless.
