Month: July 2000 (Page 2 of 3)
Almost forgot to include my favorite quote from Idiot Seanvant (I admit, I stole this nickname) on “Survivor” this week:
“The only reason to band together and vote as a group would be for strategy.”
Clearly, too stupid to live. The other “castaways” should mince him up and serve him with their rice – then they wouldn’t need Rich’s fishing skills.
I know you can get “Survivor” post-mortems in about a million places on the web, but only here at words mean things do you get the most concise, useful commentary without having to wade through thousands of words. Here it is:
Sean is the stupidest human alive.
“Always do what you wish you could.”
Personality test:
When Demi Moore, playing both a fabulously successful Manhattan career woman and a fabulously chic single mom in the French wine country in “Passion of Mind,” says sulkily to her New York therapist, “There’s no one to love me,” do you:
A) ride it out, hoping your $7.50 wasn’t utterly wasted,
B) blurt out at the screen, “Oh, boo hoo!”, or
C) surreptitiously wipe a tear from the corner of your eye?
Just for the record, I chose B.
Yesterday I received an e-mail from a woman in Blackpool, England asking if I might be able to procure for her one of those plastic billiard ball toys that answer yes or no questions – I’m afraid to even say the actual name of the toy should the toy company decide to swing its legal cudgel my way. But the name is similar to my website name, so I understand her confusion. The power of the internet reveals itself in mysterious ways, if you ask me.
My earlier disparaging comments about “Big Brother” notwithstanding, I admit that I love “Survivor.” Now that a few weeks have gone by, we talk about the cast members like we do characters in a soap opera – a soap opera where they eat rats and race each other on obstacle courses. Will Richard’s alliance with Susan and Kelly continue? Will Gervase ever catch any fish?
The show is everything I hate about popular culture in the year 2000, and yet I can’t look away.
I have a rich inner life. It’s my outer life that needs an infusion of cash.
Well, it took just over two years for the dystopian “future” of “The Truman Show” to come true, as the clueless, craven crew of “Big Brother” traipsed into their booby-trapped home last night. I remember, way back in June 1998, looking at Truman’s “ring cam” and how his world was defined by the cameras that surrounded him and the people who watched his every move on television, and thinking, well, at least we’re not there yet.
We’re there. And we should take a long look around.
I guess “The Running Man” is next. Look out.
Just watched Clockwatchers again. What an amazing film. In addition to being a fascinating depiction of what can be the soul-draining process of “work,” people’s reactions to it are almost as interesting as the movie itself. There’s a lot more going on there than just an “Office Space”-style comedy about temping.
Watch it and see for yourself.