While it’s true I’m getting (ever so slightly) older and wiser and angrier and bitter I don’t believe this was supposed to be in the rule book. It appears as if information, after all, is not what we’re looking for. It’s the people who deliver that information is what’s what or that’s what they’d have us believe.
It’s hip to binge-watch TV shows and god forbid anyone in this day and age having to wait a week – a whole seven days to catch the next installment of their favorite, or probably their roommate’s favorite, show.
In this time of impatience, TV watchers have missed actual good shows because of the drivel most watch known as REALITY TV (which really isn’t reality but that’s for a later date.) You know who you are!
I love film; comedies, dramas, sci-fi and yes, rom-coms… if done well. Studies show the average length of a feature film has been constant since the sixties – they just seem longer. The problem is that most of them shouldn’t be especially in this age of instant gratification.
Why is “these are not the droids you’re looking for” more prevalent in pop culture than “he’s dead, Jim?” I’m going to catch the heck for saying this; Star Wars fanboys are snobs and you know it. I can say that, I’m a sci-fi (not Syfy) geek. Star Trek is the passion but I’ve always have a huge place in my heart for Star Wars (that is, the original three.) I’ve watched science fiction since the world was young; from Twilight Zone to Farscape and beyond and movies like Plan 9 from Outer Space and Logan’s Run to Blade Runner to, well, the new Trek film. So, why won’t Star Wars fanboys get down with Star Trek?
The island from Lost seemed like a mysterious, interesting and adventurous place to go if, you know, you were on your way to the big cheese. Gilligan’s Island had perfect climate, palm trees and two beautiful but very different women to spend time with. Tom Hanks had a volleyball named Wilson. However, the island that Oliver Queen (Stephen Amell) was lost on for five years did not seem like a bunch of laughs. Arrow, yes a CW show, is quite possibly the most riveting show on television. I didn’t say it was the best but not since 24 has a show been so frustratingly quick after forty-four minutes. Continue reading
God bless us, everyone. President Obama recently set an executive order in motion to try to get automatic weapons and heavy magazines off the streets. He did this, allegedly, for a self-serving reason; to try and save some lives. A lot of people are up in arms (yes, I realize the pun) over this declaration with some supposed rights being taken away. I suppose, after 9-11 and for years before, people didn’t care that government was already usurping privacies with illegal wire taps, being able to identify the web sites you frequent and exactly what lies you spoke of in your E-harmony emails.
As season three concludes it is, now, time to reflect on the show called Girls. That is, now that all the exultation and wonder and merriment about this groundbreaking show has subsided. After all, it has been three seasons and there are newer, au courant (look it up) shows to call irreverent, revolutionary and the good ole ditty; “can’t miss.”
A few years ago a somewhat fresh new show came along with a diverse take on the “Family” comedy genre. Three separate but connected families showed that different family dynamics all make for great comedy. Modern Family has been on for five seasons and it has won four Emmys. I watched it from the beginning and it was funny… for the first half of that first season. The problem is that for some reason the last episodes of that season were absolutely unwatchable. I stopped watching and was flabbergasted to learn that the folks who vote for the Emmys not only nominated it but gave Modern Family the award for best Comedy. I almost fell out of my lazy-boy chair. I mean, what were you thinking!
Paradoxical statement — In the heart of all of us is the perennial longing to be what we are not.
While only some know who they really are, more do not even realize what they want. This may be one of the worst pressure’s one can inflict on one’s self. You can’t even afford the luxury of thinking about yourself these days or some group will ‘peg’ you as a deviant. Herein lies what could be the biggest crime in the maiden voyage of the twenty first century. Lack of pure thought. While technology and medicine growth are wonderfully manifesting geometrically, our social skills are diminishing just as rapidly. In essence — we have no time for each other, let alone ourselves. Continue reading
These are the best of times, these are the worst of times; or so that’s how it goes. After one realizes and understands that there are indeed many ups and downs, then, and only then, can one perceive happiness. However, this concept is too black and white. Continue reading