<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:52:20.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BlowdenBlog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-117139675995224305</id><published>2007-02-13T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T15:56:58.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 250 Movies</title><content type='html'>Some friends and I have been looking at the Top 250 Movies on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/chart/top"&gt;IMDB.com&lt;/a&gt;, and we compared who had seen the most. I tied with several others at 183 (Hitchcock and Kurosawa films helped me a lot). Since this is a dynamic list, the top 250 can change every day, but the list is fairly consistent from week to week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting for “greatness” is an inherently flawed and subjective enterprise, doubly so when Internet voting is concerned (I could make 20,000 IMDB accounts and vote &lt;em&gt;Ernest Goes To Jail&lt;/em&gt; into the list, for example). Still it is a fun thing to talk about, and if nothing else, it helps me find great movies I’ve missed over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absurd part is how many recent movies are in the Top 250. When I checked on February 13, 2007, 43 films out of the 250 were released between 1920 and 1949. There were 48 films in the top 250 released from 2000 on. So about 20% of the greatest movies of all time have been released in the past seven years? What a miraculous age we live in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, voters are more likely to vote on more recent movies, and a 12-year-old might genuinely think &lt;em&gt;Return of the King&lt;/em&gt; is the greatest movie in the history of cinema, since he’s seen 100 movies total. Like hall of fame inductions, I think there should be a cooling off period before voting a movie as one of the greatest of all time (say ten years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should be considered for greatness? Influence, both cinematic and cultural, should be a factor. By that criteria, &lt;em&gt;Wizard of Oz&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Gone With The Wind&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Psycho&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Blade Runner&lt;/em&gt; will always be in a greatest movies list. Yes, &lt;em&gt;The Passion of the Christ&lt;/em&gt; might get in on that criteria, but let’s wait the required ten years before putting it up there. I’m surprised that a few incredibly popular movies didn’t make it, such as &lt;em&gt;Titanic&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Rocky&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;E.T.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Documentaries were not eligible for the top 250, which is outrageous. &lt;em&gt;Night and Fog&lt;/em&gt;, the French documentary on the Holocaust, should make the top 250, as well as &lt;em&gt;Hoop Dreams&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another obvious exclusion is the lack of movies from the developing world. India, the Middle East, and Africa are completely excluded, and there is only one movie from South America (&lt;em&gt;City of God&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last point: cinema is still an amazingly young art form. There are conceivably people alive today in 2007 who could have seen every movie on this list when it premiered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-117139675995224305?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117139675995224305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13369848&amp;postID=117139675995224305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/117139675995224305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/117139675995224305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-250-movies.html' title='Top 250 Movies'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-116491222632846349</id><published>2006-11-30T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:09:41.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Overrated Movies</title><content type='html'>I have said many times that lists are a lazy way to fill a magazine (or VH-1). Lists are easy to write, easy to edit down for space considerations, just plain easy. Some magazines seems to be made of nothing but lists (&lt;em&gt;Worth&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Men's Health&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Cosmo&lt;/em&gt; come to mind). 10 Ways To Trim Down Your Abs, 17 Mutual Funds You Should Be In Right Now, 10 Simple Paragraphs To Fill Up Page Two. People like them because they are easy to read. Lists boil down the content of a story into little manageable bites. No wonder USA Today loves them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that is a convoluted way for me to say "But I like this list!" Premiere magazine had a &lt;a href="http://www.premiere.com/feature/3268/20-most-overrated.html"&gt;list&lt;/a&gt; of the 20 most overrated movies of all time that I thought was provocative. I have not seen all of the movies on the list, but I give a resounding "Hell yes!" to many of those listed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I particularly agree with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Will Hunting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie feels like a screenplay. The central premise of a genius abused kid working as a janitor at MIT, that's too cute by half, but then they (the real writers of the screenplay, not Damon and Affleck) make him SO smart, it is almost a superhero movie. Robin Wiliams and Stellan Skarsgard have some interesting exchanges as old friends and rivals, but many passages of the movie should have a big blinking "OSCAR CLIP" subtitle like in &lt;em&gt;Wayne's World&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sort of funny that young retarded sweet innocent Gump interacts with all these famous people and events, but the gimmick gets old fast, and that's all this movie is a, a gimmick. I also despise the revisionist counterrevolutionary tone: a black radical with a huge afro walks around incoherently shouting slogans (to no one in particular), the token hippie guy beats up his girlfriend, and as the Premiere magazine article points out, the promiscuous drug-using girl dies of AIDS. Of course. Oh and it is HILARIOUS how Gump's mom prostitutes herself to get Gump into regular school. Playing that for laughs sickened me. Even friends of mine that are fans of this movie admit Gump's years long run across America was utterly ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monster's Ball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;em&gt;Requiem For A Dream&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Monster's Ball&lt;/em&gt; piles on the tragic events to ludicrous heights. Shakespeare can get away with that (it helps being the greatest writer of all time) but this movie will make you snicker after awhile. By the time Halle Berry's son is killed in a hit and run, you want to throw something at the screen and yell "Come on!" Halle Berry did not deserve an Oscar for this. She gives the fifth or sixth best performance in the movie. Fuck, P Diddy acted better than her. Billy Bob Thornton, Peter Boyle, Mos Def, and Heath Ledger were all excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easy Rider&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie must have been a blast to make. Everyone on the set was apparently baked, coked up, or tripping the entire time. It has the production values of a C-grade horror movie, the kind they would play on TBS in the early 1980s. The trip scene in New Orleans last five minutes and feels like fifty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone With The Wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of its huge success, fame, and staying power, this has to be the most overrated movie of all time. There are many other historical epics that were highly praised once but now look worse in retrospect (&lt;em&gt;Dances With Wolves&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Braveheart&lt;/em&gt; come to mind) but &lt;em&gt;Gone With The Wind&lt;/em&gt; still has tons of fans. It must be the cast and the big gaudy sets. Vivian Leigh and Clark Gable are all-time movie stars, no doubt. Leigh has more charisma in this movie than every Gwyneth Paltrow performance put together. Clark Gable was a stud, a cool dude, an American James Bond with the best last line in a movie ever. So there is &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; to this movie. BUT...it is a four-hour-long snoozefest! It's  interminably dull, and it glorifies a racist aristocracy that richly deserved to get its ass kicked. Setting aside the politics, this movie bores me to tears with its overwrought silliness. I don't think the real Civil War lasted as long as this damn movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really DON'T agree with these:&lt;br /&gt;2001: A Space Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;Nashville&lt;br /&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;Mystic River&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am on the fence about one choice. &lt;em&gt;American Beauty&lt;/em&gt; was overhyped for sure, but I still think it's a great movie. I get why people think it's annoying (the gay Marine dad is too easy, and the creepy next door neighbor kid IS creepy), but I love the riff on the pointlessness of modern American society. Kevin Spacey has never been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after &lt;em&gt;Gone With The Wind&lt;/em&gt;, which I believe inflation-adjusted is still the biggest grossing movie of all time, number two on my list of most overrated is &lt;em&gt;E.T.&lt;/em&gt; This beloved clot of treacle is one of the most popular movies ever, and so saccharine sweet diabetics can't watch it safely. Except for &lt;em&gt;Bambi&lt;/em&gt;, no other movie is more crassly designed to make little kids cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-116491222632846349?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116491222632846349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13369848&amp;postID=116491222632846349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/116491222632846349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/116491222632846349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/20-overrated-movies.html' title='20 Overrated Movies'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-114625506383191761</id><published>2006-05-04T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:42:37.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: The Wisdom Of Crowds</title><content type='html'>I haven't added anything to the original BlowdenBlog (kid-tested, mother-approved) in quite some time, so I thought I'd add some book reviews. Since I'm not a member of the East Coast Mainstream Media Elite, I don't have access to their perks, like pre-release comped books. I have to buy my books the old-fashioned way, through Amazon's website using my credit card. Also, I don't have the time to read that I would like, what with the six-hour work days, video games, and web surfing. That is a verbose way of saying the books I will be reviewing were released a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first review will be James Surowiecki's book &lt;em&gt;The Wisdom of Crowds&lt;/em&gt;. Surowiecki is a regular writer for &lt;em&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/em&gt;. His "Financial Page" column is always well-written, well-argued, and interesting. In fact, I can't think of a better writer on economic matters. He always explains the issues in a way that is easy to understand without being, to my non-economist mind at least, simplistic. My only criticism of his articles is that he always seems to come to decisive opinions about the best course of action for a given economic topic. Economics in my mind has always been an imprecise science, and I'm uneasy about unequivocal opinions on financial matters. Not that Surowiecki comes across as arrogant or partisan - his conclusions seem well-reasoned and objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a fan of Surowiecki's work, I eagerly looked forward to reading &lt;em&gt;The Wisdom of Crowds&lt;/em&gt;, and it was an enjoyable book. His central thesis is that groups of independently thinking decision-makers can come up with better choices than a small group of experts. His first example is Frances Galton, who discovered that the average guess of a cow's weight at a local fair was better than any individual guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He uses other examples, such as the method used to find the missing submarine USS &lt;em&gt;Scorpion&lt;/em&gt;. Dr. John Craven of the US Navy was tasked to find the vessel, and he used probability analysis to get a consensus best guess of the sub's location based on several independent estimates. This turned out to be highly accurate, and enabled the Navy to find the missing sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surowiecki discusses how groups of independent actors organize themselves in various ways, from betting on sporting events, to negotiating traffic, to participating in group discussions. One of the most compelling chapters in the book is the account of the meetings leading up to the &lt;em&gt;Columbia&lt;/em&gt; space shuttle disaster. Surowiecki gives a persuasive example of how all opinions need to be heard, even unpopular ones, and that centralized decision making does not always lead to better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Wisdom of Crowds&lt;/em&gt; is a lively entertaining read. Unfortunately, by ranging over such a variety of issues, his point about group dynamics is often lost. This problem is evident in many of the popular eclectic non-fiction titles of the past few years, such as &lt;em&gt;Freakonomics&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Blink&lt;/em&gt; (the latter of which I will be reviewing in a separate article). By giving a series of anecdotes, the reader can sometimes be left wondering what the overall point is. I don't think there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a central point to be gleaned from Freakonomics, for example (which is collected from a series of standalone articles and feels like it). Similarly, &lt;em&gt;The Wisdom of Crowds&lt;/em&gt; is partially composed of material from Surowiecki's &lt;em&gt;New Yorker&lt;/em&gt; columns, and it is hard to read as a unified whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is because this new wave of general interest non-fiction is in fact written by journalists (Surowiecki, Malcolm Gladwell, Stephen Dubner) who specialize in short story-driven features. Not that I was expecting a dull monograph on decision-theory or sociology, but I would have liked &lt;em&gt;The Wisdom of Crowds&lt;/em&gt; to have more thematic unity and a stronger conclusion. So groups of independent thinkers can arrive at decisions better than small groups of experts, where does that knowledge take us? Surowiecki gives some brief ideas, but I wanted more. Leaving your audience craving more is mostly a good thing, and Surowiecki left me urgently waiting for a followup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-114625506383191761?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114625506383191761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13369848&amp;postID=114625506383191761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/114625506383191761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/114625506383191761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/book-review-wisdom-of-crowds.html' title='Book Review: The Wisdom Of Crowds'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-113761571990725895</id><published>2006-01-18T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:32:56.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excessive Voiceover Gives You Cancer</title><content type='html'>Voiceovers in fiction need to be stopped. We hear voiceovers all the time in media, from an unseen newsreader speaking over video for a story, to Voice of God James Earl Jones pitching CNN and Verizon Wireless, to Daniel Stern going over his life story on &lt;em&gt;The Wonder Years&lt;/em&gt;. It is this last type of voiceover that I don't like (although I'm not wild about Darth Vader pitching products either). Obviously, voiceovers in news, sports, and commercials are an integral element of their genres, but the VO in fiction is a symptom of lazy writing and acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the memoir subgenre, (&lt;em&gt;Wonder Years&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Fried Green Tomatoes&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;My Name Is Earl&lt;/em&gt;), voiceovers are almost universally used. Here is a made-up example of what I'm talking about: picture a kid at a funeral. The camera zooms in on the kid's face as the narrator says, "The day my father died, I realized that I had to be the man of the house now. My mother and my younger brothers would need me, now more than ever. My childhood was over." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer is overexplaining a scene that we probably figured out already. Let the actors act. You don't have to beat the audience over the head with what you are trying to say. With the character's expressions and actions (and good point-of-view camera work), the audience will get the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, voiceover speeches easily veer into the cloying, maudlin, Hallmark Card sentimentality that I despise with every fiber of my being. Watch an episode of &lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/em&gt; (force yourself). The narration by the deceased character Mary Alice Young is sappy and wince-inducing. Now imagine the same episode without this jibber-jabber. You would still understand all the plot points. Rarely would a joke be diminished. The voiceover adds nothing to the enjoyment of the show. It actually detracts. Some might say that if the woman narrating (Brenda Strong) were a better actress, or if the dialogue were better, then the voiceover wouldn't be a problem. I disagree. Strong's acting isn't the problem, and the writing, while lame, isn't the worst part. Meryl Streep could be reading incredibly eloquent lines but it would still be a distraction from the sound and motion of the onscreen characters. Shut up and let the actors and director tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blade Runner&lt;/em&gt; is a famous example of bad voiceover being excised from the director's cut of a movie. Director Ridley Scott and star Harrison Ford always disliked the omniscient dialogue Ford was forced to do. It overexplained things we already figured out, and sounded like a distracting parody of old detective movies. Removing this track from the director's cut, Scott proved the voiceover narration was an unnecessary element. Other lesser film and television producers should follow his example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I saying that voiceover never works? Of course not. It is used to great effect in &lt;em&gt;American Psycho&lt;/em&gt;, for example. The only filmmaker I can think of who consistently makes VO work is Martin Scorsese, who masterfully uses the technique in &lt;em&gt;Goodfellas&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Casino&lt;/em&gt;. But Scorsese is a genius. He also employs slow-mo and music montages, two of the most tired gimmicks in cinema, and makes them fresh and interesting, which is just short of miraculous. So my advice to film and tv creators, if your name isn't Martin Scorsese, give voiceover a rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-113761571990725895?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/113761571990725895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/113761571990725895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/excessive-voiceover-gives-you-cancer.html' title='Excessive Voiceover Gives You Cancer'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-113531232102870147</id><published>2005-12-22T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:40:47.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons Will Save Us</title><content type='html'>Science magazine named evolution the 2005 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sciencemag.org/cgi/content/full/310/5756/1878"&gt;Breakthrough of the Year&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do those panty-waists at the American Association for the Advancement of Science know? Relying on experiments and empirical data?!? Bah! What happened to good ol' gut instinct? Which reminds me of one of my favorite Simpsons quotes, from the always-agitated Superintendent Chalmers: &lt;em&gt;"Thank the Lord? That sounded like a prayer. A prayer in a public school! God has no place within these walls, just like facts don't have a place within organized religion."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-113531232102870147?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/113531232102870147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/113531232102870147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/simpsons-will-save-us.html' title='The Simpsons Will Save Us'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-113330038733371322</id><published>2005-11-29T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:58:00.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate Fox (and I'm not even talking about Fox News)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/em&gt; got cancelled a few weeks ago, and I am still simmering about it. One of the best sitcoms of all time in my opinion, clever on many levels. Each episode was so packed with subtle humor that you could watch it several times over and find new things to laugh at each viewing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some critics claimed &lt;em&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/em&gt; had no likeable characters, which in their reasoning was the reason it failed to attract an audience. This is a ridiculous statement - almost all of the characters were likeable, despite their eccentricities. For that matter, &lt;em&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/em&gt;'s main four characters were all despicable, irresponsible people, yet the audience liked them just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character is (was?) Michael Bluth, played by Jason Bateman. Who would have thought Jason Bateman could be so good? On the show, he was a hilarious straight man to the many weird characters around him. When later generations deconstruct this show, he will be seen as the Ward Cleaver of Generation Y (or perhaps the white, less-annoying, postmodern version of Cliff Huxtable - can I overwrite this sentence any more?). Unlike his sitcom predecessors, Michael's life is a struggle (arguably a failure). The show put a another shovel of dirt on the grave of the American Dream. It showed crass materialism and ambition in a much uglier light than we usually see on American television. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; is probably why it failed to draw a mass audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barring a miraculous revival on another network (my dream would be for it to be on a pay TV channel like HBO or Showtime), &lt;em&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/em&gt; will be forced to end prematurely (that title sure is ironic now, huh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you &lt;em&gt;Arrested&lt;/em&gt; fans that like to get angry, here is a list of the truly, truly shitty sitcoms that are still on the air (as of November 29, 2005):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According To Jim&lt;br /&gt;American Dad&lt;br /&gt;Freddie&lt;br /&gt;Joey&lt;br /&gt;Out of Practice&lt;br /&gt;Stacked&lt;br /&gt;Still Standing&lt;br /&gt;The War At Home&lt;br /&gt;Yes Dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't even count the dreck on UPN and WB. To add insult to injury, some of these shows have been on a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; damn time. &lt;em&gt;According to Jim&lt;/em&gt; is in its fifth season, and &lt;em&gt;Yes Dear&lt;/em&gt; is in its &lt;em&gt;sixth&lt;/em&gt;. Of course, the incredibly overrated &lt;em&gt;Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;/em&gt; is remembered as a classic, so I obviously live in Bizarro World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-113330038733371322?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113330038733371322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13369848&amp;postID=113330038733371322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/113330038733371322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/113330038733371322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-i-hate-fox-and-im-not-even-talking.html' title='Why I Hate Fox (and I&apos;m not even talking about Fox News)'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-112482965321794531</id><published>2005-08-23T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T23:31:06.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn Apart By Hooks</title><content type='html'>I always felt that if I were to be sucked into a demonic netherworld where my flesh was torn off by hooks and biomechanical attachments were inserted all over my body (a la Hellraiser), I would want Nine Inch Nails to be playing. Nine Inch Nails is my favorite music for transcendental unhappiness. I don't mean, "Oh shucks, my baseball team lost last night." I mean existential angst, crushing despair that sits on your chest and presses you into the floor. If you were having withdrawals from heroin, and you got beaten and left for dead in a urine-soaked alley, AND you just got a Candygram that all of your family had been murdered, that would be Nine Inch Nails time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIN is basically one man, Trent Reznor, and I am not making fun of him. I think he is a phenomenal songwriter and lyricist. His latest album &lt;em&gt;With Teeth&lt;/em&gt; is awesome. I like every song on it from start to finish. I just think his music fits my worst moods. Reznor can certainly write a catchy pop song, but some of his music is the audio equivalent of an H.R. Giger painting. I find it very interesting that Johnny Cash liked Reznor's work enough to cover "Hurt," the depressing NIN song that became an even more depressing Johnny Cash cover. Cash's video for "Hurt" makes me tear up every time I see it. It is the most depressing thing I have ever seen that wasn't Holocaust related. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I was being too negative in my blog, so I thought I would be positive about something, or as positive as I can be. Trent Reznor is a great American (and so is Johnny Cash).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-112482965321794531?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/112482965321794531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/112482965321794531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/torn-apart-by-hooks.html' title='Torn Apart By Hooks'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-112416091666808747</id><published>2005-08-15T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:55:16.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Be sure to visit my slightly more serious site linked to the right. All proceeds go to your favorite charity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-112416091666808747?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/112416091666808747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/112416091666808747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-112370643258457547</id><published>2005-08-10T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T19:14:12.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TV/Movie Rules For Interracial Dating</title><content type='html'>Film and TV producers might be unoriginal, but they are also desperate to please their shrinking viewership (the kids don't watch anymore, what with the Internets and the Nintendos and the hula hoops). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their lack of backbone is evident in the formulaic casting of love interests. White people date white people, black people date black people, Asians date Asians. This is true on TV, in movies, and in commercials. Strangely, this interracial hooking-up rule even extends to same-sex couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some exceptions, which showbiz deems to be acceptable. Whites can date Latinos, and Latinos can date blacks. They are a sort of bridge minority. East Asian women can date white guys, but East Asian guys can't date non-Asian women of any color. Black guys can have East Asian girls dancing by the pool in rap videos but that's about it. Every other ethnic group I can think of - South Asians, Arabs, Persians, Native Americans - is issued a spouse of the same ethnicity. Correct that - Native Americans are never shown period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of couples you see in commercials, or as extras in the background of a TV show. See any mixed couples there? For interracial dating to happen in TV, it has to be a "very special" episode. In movies, interracial dating only happens when the plot of the movie is about race relations: see &lt;em&gt;Crash&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Jungle Fever&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Zebrahead&lt;/em&gt; (the last two movies came out over 13 years ago!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a regular old movie movie, interracial dating is non-existent. For example, &lt;em&gt;I Robot&lt;/em&gt; had Will Smith and Bridget Moynahan as the heroes, but there wasn't even a hint of sexual chemistry. The audience was denied the chance to see these good-looking people get it on, even in a PG sort of way. I felt ripped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Matrix&lt;/em&gt; sequels, with a large multi-ethnic cast, still followed the rules. Well maybe during the interminable rave scene in &lt;em&gt;Matrix Reloaded&lt;/em&gt;, an interracial couple is briefly shown, but I couldn't tell because I was in a boredom-induced coma by that point. If any movie series was going to have mixed-race romance, &lt;em&gt;The Matrix&lt;/em&gt; series should have. That it didn't is just another of the many, many ways &lt;em&gt;The Matrix&lt;/em&gt; sequels were disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teen, I imagined America would be a lot more integrated in 2005 than it really is. To build an inclusive multi-ethnic society, it would be helpful if film and television producers took some riskier casting decisions. In this regard, I do think entertainment can advance our society's attitudes. For example, I think &lt;em&gt;Will &amp; Grace&lt;/em&gt; probably helped mainstream homosexuality a little bit, to its producers' credit. Strangely enough, on-screen race relations have not progressed much since &lt;em&gt;Different Strokes&lt;/em&gt;. We need Will Smith and Bridget Moynahan making out, pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-112370643258457547?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/112370643258457547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/112370643258457547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/tvmovie-rules-for-interracial-dating.html' title='TV/Movie Rules For Interracial Dating'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-112344470715514012</id><published>2005-08-07T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:15:14.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking This Blog To The Next Level</title><content type='html'>Anyone who watches American cinema and TV with regularity knows how dismally repetitive and unoriginal it is. If one police procedural succeeds, there will ten ripoffs just like it, like "CSI: Special Victims Unit" and "Law &amp; Order: Dick Wolf Wants To Buy Algeria." As of August 2005, here were the one-hour police procedural shows that were aired by one of the four biggest broadcast networks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Case&lt;br /&gt;Crossing Jordan&lt;br /&gt;CSI&lt;br /&gt;CSI: Miami&lt;br /&gt;CSI: New York &lt;br /&gt;Law &amp; Order&lt;br /&gt;Law &amp; Order: Criminal Intent&lt;br /&gt;Law &amp; Order: Special Victims Unit&lt;br /&gt;Law &amp; Order: Trial By Jury&lt;br /&gt;NCIS&lt;br /&gt;NUMB3RS (sorry that is how they write it)&lt;br /&gt;The Inside&lt;br /&gt;Without A Trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen shows about cops or FBI agents! And I probably missed one or two. I'm not counting "Cops" and "America's Most Wanted" which aren't scripted and more comedies than dramas anyway (watch a reenactment on AMW and tell me that isn't a comedy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all the law-enforcement shows on my list were real, every third person in the United States would be murdered...in one season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that the TV goons are morons, just unoriginal. Look at the top ten ratings for July 25-31:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - CSI, CBS, THUESDAY, 9 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;2 - WITHOUT A TRACE, CBS, THURSDAY, 10:01 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;3 - CSI: MIAMI, CBS, MONDAY, 10 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;4 - TWO AND A HALF MEN, CBS, MONDAY, 9 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;5 (tie) - LAW &amp; ORDER: CRIMINAL INTENT, NBC, SUNDAY, 9 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;        - NCIS, CBS, TUESDAY. 8 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;7 - BRAT CAMP, ABC, WEDNESDAY, 9 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;8 - EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND, CBS, MONDAY, 8:30 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;9 - COLD CASE, CBS, SUNDAY, 8 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;10 - LAW &amp; ORDER, NBC, WEDNESDAY, 10 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reality show, two sitcoms, and seven shows from my cop show list above. So let me get this straight, Americans have a shit fit when a female nipple is exposed, but we can't get enough serial killers and autopsies? I'm glad the viewing public has its priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what fresh ideas are coming up this fall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bones - forensic show focusing on mastodons, oh just people bones? damn...&lt;br /&gt;* Close To Home - lead character is a prosecutor (hot chick, natch) but this feels like a cop show, not "Boston Legal"&lt;br /&gt;* Criminal Minds - profiler show&lt;br /&gt;* Killer Instinct - show about San Fran's "Deviant Crime Unit" if there is such a thing - I'm sure the show will be tasteful&lt;br /&gt;* The Evidence - duh, forensic show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'd keep making 'em too. Bread and circuses. Whatever keeps you TV honchos in coke and fake tits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-112344470715514012?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/112344470715514012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/112344470715514012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/taking-this-blog-to-next-level.html' title='Taking This Blog To The Next Level'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-111930789552975802</id><published>2005-07-05T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T08:13:39.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steven Spielberg Sucks</title><content type='html'>Does anyone still think Steven Spielberg is a great director? I wager most film critics think he is mediocre, but in the culture at large, there is still a feeling that Spielberg is an auteur, a master director who combines popular appeal with cinematic excellence. This is, of course, utter crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His technical skill is not what I'm talking about. He is more talented at directing action sequences than most directors. However, his films are usually nothing BUT a collection of good action sequences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of his films are forgettable, dull, and reliably disappointing. I like to say that Spielberg has made 2 1/2 good movies: &lt;em&gt;Jaws&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Schindler's List&lt;/em&gt;, and half of &lt;em&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/em&gt;, but that is churlish. I loved &lt;em&gt;Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;/em&gt; as a kid, so I have to give this a pass, even though I cringe at the Spielbergian flourishes as an adult. &lt;em&gt;Jurassic Park &lt;/em&gt; is an OK popcorn movie, but &lt;em&gt;1941&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Always&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Lost World&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Hook&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;A.I.&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Minority Report&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;/em&gt; are really fucking bad - unenjoyable, tedious, and insulting to the intelligence. I even think &lt;em&gt;E.T.&lt;/em&gt; and the last two Indiana Jones movies suck. &lt;em&gt;E.T.&lt;/em&gt; is repellently cutesy and saccharine, and the later Indy movies are a collection of ethnic stereotypes and ideas for amusement park rides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting that Spielberg, who tries so hard to be racially sensitive in the snoozefests &lt;em&gt;Amistad&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Color Purple&lt;/em&gt;, can exploit so many caricatures in his other movies. He sure hates Germans for example - there are evidently no decent Germans, ever. The one German that Tom Hanks frees in an act of mercy comes back to kill him at the end of &lt;em&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/em&gt;. I'm surprised the federal agents chasing E.T. didn't goose-step. Ok, ok, so Germans are easy to pick on...what about Indians, Asians, and Arabs? They are treated pretty damn badly in Spielbergdom, especially in the Indy movies. I can't think of a more offensive portrayal of Indians as in &lt;em&gt;Temple of Doom&lt;/em&gt;. Indians come in three varieties: peasants, bug-eating weirdos, and satanic slavers. Chinese are cackling gangsters or incredibly annoying little boys. Arabs are thieves and cutthroats, and Nazi sympathizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Spielberg films rarely feature memorable characters. The most outstanding characters in Spielberg's filmography are Quint (the crusty old sailor from &lt;em&gt;Jaws&lt;/em&gt;), Indiana Jones, Oskar Schindler, and Captain Miller from &lt;em&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/em&gt;. I would argue that all four of these characters stand out because of the performances of Robert Shaw, Harrison Ford, Liam Neeson, and Tom Hanks, not because of Spielberg. Robert Shaw and young Harrison Ford had an irresistible charisma, and Neeson and Hanks have the gravitas of all great "serious" movie actors (think Jimmy Stewart, Gregory Peck, Burt Lancaster, Richard Burton). To be sure, they had well-written material to work with, but I think of a good director honing the script, the performances, and the shot selection to make the sum better that it would normally be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spielberg doesn't do this, and often does the opposite. I honestly think any nimrod with a camera could have filmed Shaw performing his USS Indianapolis speech from &lt;em&gt;Jaws&lt;/em&gt; and had a great movie moment. Spielberg's gift, if you want to call it that, is to make touching scenes sickeningly sweet, amusing scenes cartoonish, and dramatic scenes laughably melodramatic. One of the prime examples is from &lt;em&gt;E.T.&lt;/em&gt;: Elliott and E.T. are shown dying in their hospital beds inside oxygen tents. That scene is purposely crafted to make little kids cry. It is ridiculously maudlin, and I sensed that when I was twelve and didn't know what the fuck "maudlin" meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another doozy is from &lt;em&gt;Schindler's List&lt;/em&gt; - the shameful "with this ring I could have saved 10 more people" speech that was so perfectly parodied in Seinfeld. That is vintage Spielberg. I don't know another film-maker that would have tried to make that sentimental tripe work, but at least that was in a GOOD movie. The most jaw-dropping, cloyingly sucrose moment in Spielberg's whole career might be the end of &lt;em&gt;A.I.&lt;/em&gt;, where the robot boy is granted one last perfect day with his mother. That moment is, for lack of a better word, gay. Gayer than "The Music Man." It is almost worth renting the completely awful &lt;em&gt;A.I.&lt;/em&gt; just to see this unintentionally hilarious scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spielberg has a fetish for precocious kids in "hilarious" hijinx. They are either saving the day or used as comedy relief. Short Round, the racist stereotype from &lt;em&gt;Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom&lt;/em&gt;, is the most egregious example, but there are more annoying kids to be found in &lt;em&gt;E.T.&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Hook&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;A.I.&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Spielberg staple is the happy ending. Families are united, the world is saved, and so on. &lt;em&gt;The Color Purple&lt;/em&gt; has one of the most inexplicably happy endings of any film I can think of. A plodding, serious movie, it breaks new ground by demonstrating, to the shock of moviegoers, that blacks were discriminated against in the United States, as recently as 1930. But not to worry, the movie turns into a musical at the end, with what appears to be an African music and cultural expo thrown in too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;/em&gt; has such a happy ending, I'm surprised the incinerated victims of the alien invasion didn't spring back to life and tell Dakota Fanning, "Thanks, little girl, we're alive because you never gave up hope! Now let's pass out candy canes and skip on down to the gumdrop factory!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A.I.&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/em&gt; are exceptions to the happy ending rule, but he is trying for an Olympian level of melodrama with those two. Tom Hanks' wonderful last line "Earn this" is marred by the tacked on framing device, showing old Private Ryan crying to his wife. That might have seemed good on paper but it just doesn't work, and I blame Spielberg because as the title says, Steven Spielberg sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-111930789552975802?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/111930789552975802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/111930789552975802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/steven-spielberg-sucks.html' title='Steven Spielberg Sucks'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-111930744562724608</id><published>2005-06-20T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:44:05.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weaponized Anthrax or Watching "Rebound"?</title><content type='html'>If you had to choose between getting a handful of powdered anthrax blown in your face or giving up two hours of your life to watch "Rebound" with Martin Lawrence, which would you choose? You probably chose watching the Martin Lawrence shitfest, but I bet you thought about it for a few seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Lawrence has always tested the definition of the word "comedian" to me. He mugs, he laughs, he plays a variety of goofy characters. These are attributes of a comedian, sure, but with the all important difference that HE ISN'T FUNNY. Every third guy in America under 40 has a set of jokes, silly faces, and impressions that are as funny as Martin Lawrence's tired act. That is no compliment, to Lawrence or to the United States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-111930744562724608?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/111930744562724608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/111930744562724608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/weaponized-anthrax-or-watching-rebound.html' title='Weaponized Anthrax or Watching &quot;Rebound&quot;?'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-111826123281511399</id><published>2005-06-08T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:39:25.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Twins: The Second Law of Pop Musical Dynamics</title><content type='html'>Classic rock radio is usually terrible. The idiot DJ's, the repetitive playlists of the same damn songs over and over (Radar Love?, yeah I've heard it thanks!). One particular annoying fact, a law of pop music if you will, is that some songs are forever entwined in radio airplay. Two examples come to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We Will Rock You"/"We Are The Champions" - if you hear Queen's "We Will Rock You" you WILL hear "We Are The Champions." It is a metaphysical certainty. Why? I have read that radio stations in the 70s received a promotional vinyl single with both these songs on one side, making it very easy to play both together. If that is the reason, so be it, but radio stations switched to CDs a long time ago, and many use computer audio files. There must be more to it than mere tradition. I think this song duo must be the perfect length for a DJ to go to the bathroom, or more likely, fill out a Wendy's application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heartbreaker"/"Living Loving Maid" - This pair of Led Zeppelin songs is also permanently linked. I like both songs but why-oh-fuck-why does "Living Loving Maid" always have to come after "Heartbreaker"? They are separate tracks on every Led Zep CD I have ever seen. Even on vinyl they are separate tracks with a space between them. The two songs were never even released as the A/B sides of a single. How about "Heartbreaker" followed by "Heartbreaker" by The Rolling Stones? No, that would be clever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-111826123281511399?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/111826123281511399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/111826123281511399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/radio-twins-second-law-of-pop-musical.html' title='Radio Twins: The Second Law of Pop Musical Dynamics'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-111775882013128089</id><published>2005-06-02T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:33:40.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why BlowdenBlog?</title><content type='html'>My name is David Bowden, I am a blowhard, and this is a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-111775882013128089?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/111775882013128089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/111775882013128089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-blowdenblog.html' title='Why BlowdenBlog?'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-111774965450616994</id><published>2005-06-02T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:32:43.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geouninominalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Geouninominalism:&lt;/strong&gt; this is David's First Law of Pop Musical Dynamics. This law came to me in about 1990 while I was cursing the "classic" rock radio station in Columbia SC. The name is my pastiche of barely remembered Greco-Roman prefixes from high school English, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Geo" as in geography, "Uninominal" as in "one-word." The word describes the eerie coincidence that most, if not all, popular music bands with a one-word geographically based name are . . . shitty. I mean really shitty. Here are my examples (in alphabetical order, not necessarily in order of execrableness):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alabama:&lt;/strong&gt; country not rock, but popular for way too long - and the beards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;America:&lt;/strong&gt; "A Horse With No Name" is their biggest hit (yeah it bores me too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asia:&lt;/strong&gt; this band includes members of Yes, plus Palmer from Emerson Lake &amp; Palmer. With this lineage, do I even have to add that they suck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boston:&lt;/strong&gt; I would rather hear the cell phone conversations of people trapped in the World Trade Center than listen to Tom Scholz sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicago:&lt;/strong&gt; Peter Cetera puts the "etcetera" in pop music. Try to listen to "Being Without You" without contemplating suicide. Don't try it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Europe:&lt;/strong&gt; arena crap-rock band from late '80s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kansas:&lt;/strong&gt; a band named after the state that is literally synonymous with white-bread, flat, boring Middle America; good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Styx:&lt;/strong&gt; a mythical river &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; count as a geographical reference, 'cause listening to "Mr. Roboto" is like taking a slow boat to Hades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Law of Geouninominalism works because you have to be pretty uncreative in the first place to name your band after an area. It's like the members threw a dart at an atlas to name themselves. Confusing names like these lead to stupid conversations, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like Chicago."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't. It's too cold."&lt;br /&gt;"No, man, the band Chicago. With that awesome Pete Cetera."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;"No problem, that gets confused all the time."&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm sorry you have Down's Syndrome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume there are more obscure bands with names like "Florida," "California," and "Russia." We can only hope their members failed as musicians and now suck dick for crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exceptions To Geouninominalism:&lt;/strong&gt; My friends have tried to disprove my presumptuous rule by giving me counter-examples, such as Paris (a rapper), Portishead (moody British band), and Texas (a moody British band with one great single featuring Method Man). These are definitely exceptions to geouninominalism if you consider them popular. However, in the U.S., Paris and Texas are not widely recognized as being the names of musical artists, and &lt;a href="http://www.portishead.gov.uk"&gt;Portishead&lt;/a&gt; isn't recognized as a place name at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falsely-Perceived-To-Be Exceptions To Geouninominalism:&lt;/strong&gt; You might cry out, "What about The New York Dolls and Hanoi Rocks?" They aren't &lt;strong&gt;one-word&lt;/strong&gt; place names, and stop yelling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-111774965450616994?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/111774965450616994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/111774965450616994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/geouninominalism.html' title='Geouninominalism'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13369848.post-111774526626347753</id><published>2005-06-02T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:47:46.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Statement</title><content type='html'>I decided to make this blog to put some of my crazy and/or humorous ideas out in the public domain, in the hope of popularizing them for future generations of slacker self-indulgent wastrels. I'm also a writer-wannabe with no commercial outlet for my work, so this serves as my intermittently released opinion column. Like Thomas Friedman in The New York Times, except good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13369848-111774526626347753?l=blowdenblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/111774526626347753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13369848/posts/default/111774526626347753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowdenblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/mission-statement.html' title='Mission Statement'/><author><name>David Bowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916439895187721912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
