thoughts on media

Last night John and I were watching TV at his parents' house--Iron Chef interspersed with moments from some show called It's Me or the Dog, which from what I could see consists of a dog nanny going around helping morons who have anthropomorphized their dogs into severe behavioral problems. During the breaks there was commercial after commercial for Marmaduke, which is a movie that I guess someone thought was a good idea for making money? I will never understand Hollywood.

Yes, I know about the Marmaduke Explained blog. It's funny. I like it when people make fun of stupid comic strips.

Anyway, these commercials. The song they were using in the ads was "Tik Tok," and it struck me what a perfect confluence of aptitude it was. A nothing movie about a nothing dog, being advertised by a nothing song by a nothing performer. It was the Dorian Gray portrait of synergy.

Ugh, the video for "Tik Tok" is so stupid. I've only seen a couple of lines into it, but good criminy. So juvenile. Yes, we get it, Ke$ha, you're SO naughty and shocking. Conservative society quakes at your approach. It doesn't mean you can sing. And the dollar sign in her name! Does she even realize what a grody trope she is? No, not trollop, but yes, that too.

Moving on . . . we finally saw Iron Man 2 last night, and it was a madcap romp. I was delighted by the knowledge that Robert Downey Jr. must have been wearing some wicked tall lifts, and thought I could actually see stilts in a few scenes. Mickey Rourke was scary. Sam Rockwell either as himself or as the Justin Hammer character appeared to have used gross amounts of self-tanner, mainly on the palms of his hands. The fight scene with Scarlett Johansson/Natasha Romanoff was like watching an arcade game--was that on purpose, or were there constraints of time/money at play? Not sure. What I liked most about the movie was having my faith and trust restored in the pure and unselfish motives of the military industrial complex.