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May. 26th, 2008 10:09 pmI want a love who'll never stray
When he sees other girls, he looks away
And if he never kisses me, well that's alright
'Cos we can just cuddle all night
I went out with the intention of buying some litter for the cage and get rid of the DVD gift card I got for Christmas, and voila: Mission accomplished.
The handy thing was, the Norwegian Free Record Shops have been purchased by Gamestop, so they're just about throwing their DVDs after you. I got five:
- Do Not Adjust Your Set. I've had my eyes on this one for about a year now (bonus young!Michael Palin, wheee).
- The Kid. Can you believe I've never seen The Kid? Thank God for the Chaplin Collection, I'm a sucker for DVD extras (though they aren't always wired right on the menus).
- One Night at the Roxbury, possibly the only nineties comedy of *that* variety I find at all funny (although the relationship I have with my ex might be a bit strained, it's good to have someone you can shout "EMILIOOOO!" at who won't press charges).
- Road to Utopia, score! It's a battered, cheap copy, but I finally got my hands on it. I'll watch this tomorrow, oh yes.
- And finally, the Norwegian 1967 movie STOMPA til sjøs ("STOMPA at sea"). Purchasing this was, even by my standards, a bit pathetic, because I really can't stand the STOMPA movies (they're based on Anthony Buckeridge's Jennings books, only with different names, stories, locations and the age they're set in), I only purchased it because Rolf Just Nilsen is in it (and he sings the cheesy and wonderfully cute ballad Morsevisen). I was extremely close to getting Operasjon Løvsprett, which is a wonderful comedy (wherein Nilsen delivers what I deem to be the second greatest pick-up line in history), but I decided for something he sings in instead.
I can't believe how ignored Rolf Just Nilsen's work is these days. He used to be big (before I was born, in all fairness. Am I the only one who feels sad when I think about certain people and the fact that they died before I was born? That I haven't coexist with these brilliant persons for a single second of my life?)
If I ever got my hands on a time machine, I'd travel back to the sixties and (after stocking up on migraine tablets and attending a couple of Beatles and Kinks concerts), I would somehow become Nilsen's manager, only to tell him, "Rolf baby, I know you make quite a pretty penny on your comedy records and voice acting, but would it kill you to make a record with serious material?" Somehow most of the recordings of him singing "serious" songs were snippets for TV. I could kill for a decent soundfile of his rendition of Mister Cellophane.
I'll try to explain what a brilliant all-round entertainer was once I can figure out how to do him justice.
When he sees other girls, he looks away
And if he never kisses me, well that's alright
'Cos we can just cuddle all night
I went out with the intention of buying some litter for the cage and get rid of the DVD gift card I got for Christmas, and voila: Mission accomplished.
The handy thing was, the Norwegian Free Record Shops have been purchased by Gamestop, so they're just about throwing their DVDs after you. I got five:
- Do Not Adjust Your Set. I've had my eyes on this one for about a year now (bonus young!Michael Palin, wheee).
- The Kid. Can you believe I've never seen The Kid? Thank God for the Chaplin Collection, I'm a sucker for DVD extras (though they aren't always wired right on the menus).
- One Night at the Roxbury, possibly the only nineties comedy of *that* variety I find at all funny (although the relationship I have with my ex might be a bit strained, it's good to have someone you can shout "EMILIOOOO!" at who won't press charges).
- Road to Utopia, score! It's a battered, cheap copy, but I finally got my hands on it. I'll watch this tomorrow, oh yes.
- And finally, the Norwegian 1967 movie STOMPA til sjøs ("STOMPA at sea"). Purchasing this was, even by my standards, a bit pathetic, because I really can't stand the STOMPA movies (they're based on Anthony Buckeridge's Jennings books, only with different names, stories, locations and the age they're set in), I only purchased it because Rolf Just Nilsen is in it (and he sings the cheesy and wonderfully cute ballad Morsevisen). I was extremely close to getting Operasjon Løvsprett, which is a wonderful comedy (wherein Nilsen delivers what I deem to be the second greatest pick-up line in history), but I decided for something he sings in instead.
I can't believe how ignored Rolf Just Nilsen's work is these days. He used to be big (before I was born, in all fairness. Am I the only one who feels sad when I think about certain people and the fact that they died before I was born? That I haven't coexist with these brilliant persons for a single second of my life?)
If I ever got my hands on a time machine, I'd travel back to the sixties and (after stocking up on migraine tablets and attending a couple of Beatles and Kinks concerts), I would somehow become Nilsen's manager, only to tell him, "Rolf baby, I know you make quite a pretty penny on your comedy records and voice acting, but would it kill you to make a record with serious material?" Somehow most of the recordings of him singing "serious" songs were snippets for TV. I could kill for a decent soundfile of his rendition of Mister Cellophane.
I'll try to explain what a brilliant all-round entertainer was once I can figure out how to do him justice.
