Especially when I catch the bitches snoring like chainsaws in the night. Believe that shit is getting documented.
In fact, there’s at least one person around here who knows that my camera roll knows where the bodies are buried… or at least it sounded like someone was burying bodies. With heavy equipment. And chainsaws.
Marijuana is a helluva drug.
Years later: still building a collection of snoring videos.
not to be needy or demanding or anything, but i’m still super curious about more of your thoughts on musicals! you said you had at least 10 more and it’s pretty much all i’ve been thinking about the past two days! 🖤 (thank you for responding to the first one by the way 🥹)
I got busy!
The first time I heard of Julie Taymor, it was when she signed on for what would eventually become the legendary Broadway disaster Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark. I’m not sure, but I think my first Taymor movie was Titus with Anthony Hopkins. (I’ve also seen The Tempest with Helen Mirren as Prospero.) But the movie I’ve watched over and over? Across the Universe, her bold, flawed attempt to turn The Beatles’ oeuvre into something approximating a connected narrative. Evan Rachel Wood is adorably fucked-up —she’s the Jennifer Jason Leigh of her generation— and Jim Sturgess was pretty much born to bring charm to a patchwork character like Jude.
I cannot for the life of me figure out why my parents let me go see The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. I know they were teetering on the edge of divorce and were desperately looking for some Family Activity, but I feel like taking a tween and his little brother to a Dolly Parton/Burt Reynolds musical about cheerful, singing prostitutes was… a choice. I remember being told to cover my eyes every time a tit popped out, but that’s about all the curation they did. I’m being generous to call it a modest work, but Dolly is always a gem, and Burt had more screen charisma than just about anyone on the planet.
Bo Burnham: Inside is the only perfect thing made during the pandemic. It’s not easy to watch… even when it’s fun, it’s not. But the kid’s gifts are just off-the-charts, and he perfectly captures the vibe of 2020 in a series of catchy, depressing, hilarious songs.
I ignored Lin Manuel Miranda for a long time, and when I watched Moana, I felt justified in ignoring him… I almost snoozed through it. But when Disney+ released the recording of Hamilton and everyone else was watching it, I figured “what the fuck, join the herd.” So I did. And I was extremely disappointed for about thirty minutes. This oily little twerp can’t sing! What is this shit?! Then Renee Goldsberry raises her glass, the turntable spins backward, the narrative breaks free, and thirty minutes later, the oily little twerp with the thin voice had me crying. Sure, Jonathan Groff and Daveed Diggs steal the show over and over, but how could they not? LMM gave them gold, and they ran with it.
Jewison’s Jesus Christ Superstar is so fucking ‘70s, I almost feel slapped by all the bell-bottoms. And that fruity, goofy opening on the bus tested my twenty year old patience when I first saw it. But when Carl Anderson’s Judas came roaring on to the screen, I was hooked. Then I realized Yvonne Elliman —whose “If I Can’t Have You” is probably my favorite disco song of all time— was Mary Magdalene and “I Don’t Know How To Love Him” hit, so I was taken from “hooked” to “mesmerized”. I wasn’t instantly in love with Ted Neeley’s Jesus for much of that first viewing, but when he lets loose in Gethsemane… well… Jesus.
The Little Mermaid wasn’t the first musical I loved, but it was the first one I bought. I grew up in a time when Disney animation was basically garbage, with nothing meaningful being produced for decades… and then along came Ariel with her collection of forks, and that sonorous crab. When Disney released it at a then-unheard-of price of twentysomething bucks, I gave it a shot… over and over and over again.
My relationship with The Nightmare Before Christmas is trickier. I don’t deny that it’s good, and I grasp that it has dug its claws deep into the culture, but the music… it’s okay. It’s fun. But I seldom find myself humming a tune.
I’m not going to get all detailed about The Lion King, Beauty and the Beast, or Aladdin. They were good. Ashman and Menken kicked ass. I’m not in love with any of them —“Hakuna Matata” was kinda run into the ground at the time— but I acknowledge their value.
I’m running out of steam here, and I’ve already raved about Encanto on the blog, so I’ll close with the thought that “Surface Pressure” is the best Disney song that isn’t about loving something, and it is perfect.
No, the smartest thing a cunt can do is realize she’s pretty damned bright and thus needs to be owned by someone who makes her feel dumb by comparison.
I would still think you’re the sweetest man, even (and especially) with your hands around my neck ❣️
I prefer smothering you.
I still have a chance to see your eyes get big first with excitement, then fear, then resigned bliss… and I save everyone in the room from having to listen to you try to express your inane “thoughts”, which, let’s face it, all boil down to babbling variations on “thank you Daddy”.
The Daily Dad — Feb 28, 2024
Things you might want to know:
Denis Villeneuve Says TV Corrupted Movies, Defends ‘Dune 2’ Runtime 💭 Thank you, Denis, for casually explaining why your work leaves me cold. Take the naked Ana De Armas out of Blade Runner 2049 and I would have fallen asleep… his contempt for dialogue is what makes his Dune an unwatchable exercise in tedium. (Speaking of Dune, David Lynch is a master of crafting unsettling images that haunt the viewer, but his dialogue lingers in my mind decades after hearing it. Cinema without words is missing the point.)
Apple Music Debuts Heavy Rotation, A New Daily Made For You Playlist ❝ This morning I woke up to a pleasant surprise. Apple had quietly added a new Made For You playlist to the Music app called Heavy Rotation that’s updated daily. As you’d expect from a playlist called Heavy Rotation, mine is comprised of 25 songs, most of which I believe I listened to yesterday and probably
R.I.P. Chris Gauthier, Once Upon A Time actor 💭 I watched the first four or five seasons of OUAT —and all of OUAT In Wonderland, which I considered the superior show— but I can’t say Smee made a big impression on me. Sad, though.
Netflix confirms it’s cutting off Apple billing for legacy subscribers 💭 I don’t give two shits about Netflix’s bottom line, but I wish Apple would ease up on the transaction cut they take, just so people like Netflix will keep their payment processing within the ecosystem. It is dramatically easier to cancel/renew subscriptions that are processed by Apple, and I cringe every time I have to jump out to a browser to manage something.
There’s a New Theory About Where Dark Matter Is Hiding ❝ An idea derived from string theory suggests that dark matter is hidden in an as-yet-unseen extra dimension. Scientists are racing to test the theory to see if it holds up.
Game of Thrones movie trilogy was blocked by HBO, say showrunners 💭 Someday there will be a blistering tell-all that addresses all sides of those disastrous last couple seasons of what had been —up ‘til then— one of the best shows on TV. I really need to appreciate shows like Breaking Bad more, for how well they stuck the landing within the nightmare world of corporate television.
One fateful night a little girl scrolled upon her phone… Her greedy hand working away an already yearning cunt (that would only come to worsen over time…), when she stumbled upon a story… But, this story was different than all the ones that came before it – This one spoke to her. Once she read its words, they began to seep into her brain like saplings – that would one day grow into so much more than she could have ever imagined. She would feel, for the first time in her pathetic little life, a love she’d be chasing for the rest of her days – as well as a man who, many years down the line, would become her entire world. As her fingers sped and as a crescendo became a descent, she unknowingly sealed her fate – and earned herself a debt of orgasms that were never meant to be hers. It was a blip to her within the moment, something she didn’t even give a second thought – surely it was *only* a story, what could the harm be in words? But, words are like magic, dear child, and soon you’ll come to learn – *this* is only the beginning.
I don’t agree with him about many things, but when Alan Moore talks about the unity of magic and symbolic communication, he’s spot-on.
