Thursday, December 29, 2005

Beastie Boys 'Check Your Head'

I watched ‘Dark Water’ and got that joker back in the mail ASAP. It’s important for me to keep logjams from forming. The flow is important. Keep ‘em coming and going. Let no moss grow under a DVD from Netflix. I’m a junkie, pure and simple. I need a fix everyday.

‘Dark Water’ sucked! Even the lovely Jennifer Connelly couldn’t save it.

You know, I’m starting to worry about her choices in roles. I’m sure that she’s just making a living, but come on. ‘The Incredible Hulk’ really sucked. I still haven’t watched the whole thing. I have it on tape and it’s easy for me to finish it, but it’s just not very interesting.

‘Dark Water’ is about a woman who is dealing with a nasty divorce with child custody at the forefront. She moves into an apartment that’s two steps better than a cardboard box. She also finds out that there’s water everywhere and none of it to drink.

There are some supernatural things going on with her daughter, but it’s disguised as her having an imaginary friend. And quite honestly, the movie is boring as hell. I suggest that you stay away from it.

I think that it’s interesting to point out, there’s probably more water in this film than in ‘Jaws’. It rains during the whole movie. Faucets left running flood the apartment upstairs. There are some water issues in the basement laundry room. The elevator has a leak where water is constantly pooling. The film is VERY water intensive. Hell, there’s even one scene where I think that Connelly is retaining water.

I was watching an episode of ‘Ghost Whisperer’ that I have on tape from a few weeks ago. I really like that program a lot and when I watched it yesterday, I noticed a couple of things…

The ‘Ghost Whisperer’ is REALLY pushing the big boob agenda. There are busty women everywhere on that show. Jennifer Love Hewitt has been blessed with a couple of Winnebagos in her driveway. The token black chick is really hot and during the workout scenes at the gym, she’s sporting skintight exercise apparel. And, she has lovely, full round breasts her damn self.

The story revolves around a woman that the ghost whisperer sees at the gym. She’s dead and wondering why her son and husband don’t talk anymore. Her son is a boxer and he’s preparing for a charity prizefight there at the gym. So, Jennifer Love Hewitt helps her find out what went wrong.

And wouldn’t you know it… The ghost who is in her 50’s is hot and stacked like an IHOP platter. This particular episode is very cleavage intensive.

You’re probably thinking that men are running this show, right?


Hewitt is an executive producer on the show. One writer who is a woman wrote this boxing episode. And the director is none other than Joanna Kerns. You remember the name because she was a TV mom on ‘Growing Pains’.

So… Who is really pushing the “big boob agenda”?

Women like to point to pornography and television aimed towards men and I think that’s wrong a lot of the time. I have always felt that women’s magazines are responsible for making women feel uncomfortable about their bodies. That’s just my opinion.

The other thing that I’ve noticed about these types of shows and movies… The ones that have passed on are always wearing clothing. Why?

If you were a spirit, wouldn’t you be energy? There would be no need for clothing.

But… Perhaps you would have a choice of how you look once you’ve shed your skin and left the body behind. You can wear what you want. You can change things that you couldn’t change as a mortal, like getting that nose job. Maybe you can lose a few pounds. As the dearly departed, you could change whatever you want. You could take any face that you wanted.

Or maybe you can’t change anything because of the perception of one’s self? Or maybe the perceptions of others rule how you would look when you become a spirit? Once your appearance is locked in by the collective conscience, you will always be as you are.

Okay… I’m through being weird and deep.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous6:05 PM

    You've missed a crucial point - writers aren't casting directors nor wardrobe directors. So unless they're writing scenes in which female characters actually rip open their shirts before hoisting their boobage up on a counter for display, they're not getting any more input in the cleavage quotient beyond, 'female, black, late 40's.'

    And you have yet to ever, in the 12+ years I've known you, be "through being weird and deep."