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This is where we get hot
Jun. 16th, 2008 04:40 pmOh please
Lend your little ear to my pleas
Lend a ray of cheer to my pleas
Tell me that you love me too
The weather was rubbish, so we didn't go to the Medieval Festival, instead we went to the cinema and saw the new Indiana Jones movie.
And it was a fun romp, like it should be. I can overlook a lot of blemishes watching Indiana Jones movies. All I ask for are some dusty ruins, a snake gag, Harrison Ford doing his half-grin, and some action scenes that makes you punch the air and go "hell yeah!". And it delivered, sure.
I would have liked it more if somebody had looked at the finished product and thought, "Wait - those bits doesn't make any logical sense, we need to fix that" (and I'm not talking about the scifi here). It would have been lovely if it had managed to stick to its own premises, but ah well, you can't have it all. The snake gag was pretty funny this time, that makes up for it in my eyes.
Talking about movies, I had a quick shufti through the DVD section at the library again today. There exists such a thing as an experimental low budget version of Macbeth from 1979 with Ian McKellen and Judi Dench in the cast - that's gotta be a bit brilliant, doesn't it? I didn't get that, though, I got Monkey business instead. There are days fit for a murderous dysfunctional married couple, and days where you'd rather have Groucho Marx delivering thinly veiled insults to pretty women. This day is one of the latter.
I also found a CD of some later Bing Crosby material, and it's the worst I might ever have heard of his stuff. Appearantly the songs weren't too bad (if a little bland) when they were recorded in the late fifties, but they were given the full orchestra treatment after his death and reissued, and it sounds so incredibly dull and formulaic and there's some horribly reverberation stuff going on. I can't bring myself to listen to it all.
I think I've decided when it comes to Bing, the earlier - the better. I'm still so in love with the music from when he was in The Rhythm Boys.
And just to prove it, I'll do something I never do - include a MP3-file of the greatest boyband in history (until the Beatles showed up, anyway):
The Rhythm Boys - Mississippi mud/I left my sugar standing in the rain (live)
Lend your little ear to my pleas
Lend a ray of cheer to my pleas
Tell me that you love me too
The weather was rubbish, so we didn't go to the Medieval Festival, instead we went to the cinema and saw the new Indiana Jones movie.
And it was a fun romp, like it should be. I can overlook a lot of blemishes watching Indiana Jones movies. All I ask for are some dusty ruins, a snake gag, Harrison Ford doing his half-grin, and some action scenes that makes you punch the air and go "hell yeah!". And it delivered, sure.
I would have liked it more if somebody had looked at the finished product and thought, "Wait - those bits doesn't make any logical sense, we need to fix that" (and I'm not talking about the scifi here). It would have been lovely if it had managed to stick to its own premises, but ah well, you can't have it all. The snake gag was pretty funny this time, that makes up for it in my eyes.
Talking about movies, I had a quick shufti through the DVD section at the library again today. There exists such a thing as an experimental low budget version of Macbeth from 1979 with Ian McKellen and Judi Dench in the cast - that's gotta be a bit brilliant, doesn't it? I didn't get that, though, I got Monkey business instead. There are days fit for a murderous dysfunctional married couple, and days where you'd rather have Groucho Marx delivering thinly veiled insults to pretty women. This day is one of the latter.
I also found a CD of some later Bing Crosby material, and it's the worst I might ever have heard of his stuff. Appearantly the songs weren't too bad (if a little bland) when they were recorded in the late fifties, but they were given the full orchestra treatment after his death and reissued, and it sounds so incredibly dull and formulaic and there's some horribly reverberation stuff going on. I can't bring myself to listen to it all.
I think I've decided when it comes to Bing, the earlier - the better. I'm still so in love with the music from when he was in The Rhythm Boys.
And just to prove it, I'll do something I never do - include a MP3-file of the greatest boyband in history (until the Beatles showed up, anyway):
The Rhythm Boys - Mississippi mud/I left my sugar standing in the rain (live)
