I Hate the 70's
Specifically, I hate 70's music. All that power rock stuff-I hate it. I tried to listen to Aerosmith and Led Zepplin and I just couldn't do it, not even to fit it. When disco arrived and that was what my friends liked, I was relieved. Here was fun music, catchy music, not that rock-opera, so hooked on it's own self-importance that it was ridiculous. And when I first heard punk-well, that was it. My disco-loving friends were surprised I liked it, but punk was awesome and it was the first music I liked that was mine.
This is in reference to two movies I saw over the weekend, and music played a large part in both of them.
First up, The Wrestler. I really didn't want to see The Wrestler, but if Mickey Rourke is going to win an Academy Award for it, I want to see it for myself. I knew going in that there plenty of things I wouldn't like and that was all true. The 80's power ballads (which might as well have been 70's power ballads with a little more electronica), the big 80's hair, professional wrestling and last but not least, Mickey Rourke's face. It's painful to look at him when I remember how he was almost pretty in the 80's-and talented. To look at him now is to witness the worst of what human being can do to themselves, willingly. And for all the things that I didn't like about this movie, it has stayed with me since I saw it. It's a bit like Monster-dislike and repulsion..and yet it won't go away. So, good for you Mickey, for living up to your potential after 15 years of screwing up. I think Sean Penn should win but I won't be unhappy if Rourke gets it instead.
I got Still Crazy because my friend R recommended it. he told me the soundtrack was addictive and he would lend it to me once I had seen it-and I may have mocked him. I was definitely sceptical. But Bill Nighy was in it (which was the reason we were talking about it)and as I'll watch him in almost anything, except for Pirates of the Caribbean, I got it. And as I watched it, I'll be damned if R wasn't right.
Still Crazy is about getting the band back together. You know, that crazy late 70's band with the power ballads and ridiculously elaborate clothes. The one where the lead guitarist died of a drug overdose, the lead singer freaked over a lightning strike and keyboard player is now a bit broke. That band. The thing is, the music is catchy, the performances are great and the whole thing is not only fun, it has a heart-mainly supplied by the great Bill Nighy and Bruce Robinson. Why did I not know who Robinson was until now? He was in Zefirrelli's Romeo and Juliet, he wrote Withnail and I, he wrote Fat Man and Little Boy. And as the drug-addled musician who had a nervous breakdown, he makes this movie, despite Bill Nighy stealing almost every single scene. All Robinson has to to do is give his half-smile from under his ragged bangs and he's won over everyone-this guy has charisma to burn.
And I even liked the 70's music in it-and here's a link to the final scene.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2SJbhVbPsA
This is in reference to two movies I saw over the weekend, and music played a large part in both of them.
First up, The Wrestler. I really didn't want to see The Wrestler, but if Mickey Rourke is going to win an Academy Award for it, I want to see it for myself. I knew going in that there plenty of things I wouldn't like and that was all true. The 80's power ballads (which might as well have been 70's power ballads with a little more electronica), the big 80's hair, professional wrestling and last but not least, Mickey Rourke's face. It's painful to look at him when I remember how he was almost pretty in the 80's-and talented. To look at him now is to witness the worst of what human being can do to themselves, willingly. And for all the things that I didn't like about this movie, it has stayed with me since I saw it. It's a bit like Monster-dislike and repulsion..and yet it won't go away. So, good for you Mickey, for living up to your potential after 15 years of screwing up. I think Sean Penn should win but I won't be unhappy if Rourke gets it instead.
I got Still Crazy because my friend R recommended it. he told me the soundtrack was addictive and he would lend it to me once I had seen it-and I may have mocked him. I was definitely sceptical. But Bill Nighy was in it (which was the reason we were talking about it)and as I'll watch him in almost anything, except for Pirates of the Caribbean, I got it. And as I watched it, I'll be damned if R wasn't right.
Still Crazy is about getting the band back together. You know, that crazy late 70's band with the power ballads and ridiculously elaborate clothes. The one where the lead guitarist died of a drug overdose, the lead singer freaked over a lightning strike and keyboard player is now a bit broke. That band. The thing is, the music is catchy, the performances are great and the whole thing is not only fun, it has a heart-mainly supplied by the great Bill Nighy and Bruce Robinson. Why did I not know who Robinson was until now? He was in Zefirrelli's Romeo and Juliet, he wrote Withnail and I, he wrote Fat Man and Little Boy. And as the drug-addled musician who had a nervous breakdown, he makes this movie, despite Bill Nighy stealing almost every single scene. All Robinson has to to do is give his half-smile from under his ragged bangs and he's won over everyone-this guy has charisma to burn.
And I even liked the 70's music in it-and here's a link to the final scene.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2SJbhVbPsA
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