
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
2009: The Resurrection of Pop

Sunday, December 6, 2009
I Apologize My Fellow Accidental Hipsters...
Because I am about to blog about Disney Princesses...and not ironically. Nothing excites me more than a 2-d animated flick. I love the more experimental Fantasia and less formulaic Pinnochio, but everyone, no matter who you are, responds best to a princess film. When every Disney faces a flock of flops, they always make epic comeback with great princess tales. Why? Because when done right, they are flop proof. I wasn't always sure exactly why until I rewatched Snow White with a more analytical view and discovered the genius of Disney storytelling. The animators create the characters out of back stories they hide from the audience. We meet the queen and her step daughter through their actions and simple wants. Feminists may complain that Snow White needs her Prince to come, but we all need princes. For some of us, a prince is a paycheck and for others, he's college acceptance letter. The film executes every plot point so clearly and cuts out all the bull so we know their desires. If she dies and he never comes, it breaks out heart because everyone desires something so stupid and vain. Why else would she bite an apple, the archetype for want?
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Long Time No Blog
Ten Reasons Why Walt Disney's Pinnochio is the Scariest Movie EVER
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Lady Gaga The Fame Monster...Could the Princess of Pop Beat The Princess of R&B?
What's at Stake: Pretty much nothing. The Fame initially bowed at #4 and then stayed there for a year, making it the highest selling album of the year. Since this isn't technically a new album, just a reissue, industry analysts will label a debut north of #5 as a success. The sales of her new singles from the reissue matter much more. Biggest Day In Music of 2009...But Who Will Win?

On November 23rd, five of pop's biggest stars will release their new albums and each star has a lot to lose. So, over the next few weeks I will make a prediction on where each star will stand when their albums debut stateside. I begin today with Rihanna.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Romance is Dead?
What morons declared the romantic movie dead? Oh, Time, Entertainment Weekly, and every other dog darn publication did. Although every year movie studios force us to watch bridezillas argue over dresses, the great romantic pictures are not dead because they never existed. Say what, Auntie Christopher Robin? Look at Gone With the Wind. It tells a story about self-empowerment that happens to include a crucial subplot involving a stirring romance. Rose and Jack fall in love against a canvas of historical tragedy and personal loss. As assassins attempt to murder Whitney Houston, the diva falls for Kevin Costner, her bodyguard. The supposed "romantic classics" are actually musicals, historical dramas, character studies, or other genre pictures involving love. Every time a director attempts to create "a classical romance" they create epic failures, such as Australia. This occurs because only three things happen in a straight up romance, according to Liza Minnelli: the boy gets the girl, the boy looses the girl, or the boy gets her and then looses her. It doesn't leave many story options available; however, a thriller involving love leaves us with an unimaginable amount of third acts. Romance never died. It just hides beneath Moulin Rouge, High School Musical, Twilight, and the latest Tyler Perry morality play. If only it hid beneath our real life stories. If only.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Let's Imagine A Better World Where Lisa Left Eye Lopes Never Died

Thursday, October 15, 2009
Congratulations, You FINALLY Discovered Postmodernism. Now Will You Please Shut Up
Listen, I'm just as excited for Where the Wild Things Are as the next "accidental hipster" or trendy teenager, but this movie is not INDIE or new. Its post-modernism and it is PRODUCED BY A MAJOR CORPORATION. (While I'm at it, I might as well burst another bubble. The Gap owns Hot Topic. Goths, start shredding your Slipnot tee now!) Also, taking a children's book and making it into a movie is not new. Everyday at school, I hear countless people talk about how they will cry as they watch the trailer and have always owned a Wild Things doll, even though, we all know they bought it at Urban Outfitters. (Also, a corporation. Sorry for bursting SO MANY bubbles.) The movie looks great, but stop acting like you just discovered Fellini and Spike Jonze is some underground hero. They sell his music videos and/or Adaptation at Target and Best Buy. Get real.Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Call Me Blasphemous, Courtney Love and Hole Kicks Kurt Cobain's and Nirvana's Bum!
It was 1994: the year grunge died. Across our cardigan wearing nation, kids rampantly blasted Nirvana: Unplugged, Channel horribly designed flannel coats, and the media relentlessly attacked the new Yoko Ono, the new Nancy Spungen: Courtney Love. Except this time, fans thought (incorrectly) that Nancy transformed into Sid and murdered Gen X's reluctant John Lennon, transforming herself into a global, tabloid sensation.Sunday, October 4, 2009
The Resurrection of Pop

Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Gaga's Curious Predicament, Queens' New Songs, and Other Lil Tidbits

In other news, its late September...which means NEW BRITNEY! Unlike Gaga, who has only partially accomplished her mission, Britney always deliver sultry slutty pop which never fails to shock. Already, conservatives are rallying around the mother having threesomes theme of "3." Britney constantly gives us the usual but its always the usual we least expect. Take note Gaga. You should take note too, Madonna. Your new song, "Revolver," sounds predictable and a tad Britney circa 2007. What happened to the envelope avant garde Madonna? Did she have to sell her soul to Weezy?
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Best Week for Oprah (and us pop culture lovers) EvAaAaA!!!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
She's Miss World. Please Don't Kill Her. I Want A Sequel!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Have I Read This Book, Yet? Nope, but I will blog about it!
I'm no fan of pulp lit. Okay, I'm a fan of SOME pulp lit, but I have to read this novel. I'm not sure I even want to. I probably will hate it. However, something inside of me, something deep within me, something probably called great marketing tactics has led me to believe I must, and trust me, I will, read this book. I know no spoilers, but I know the basic plot. Robert Langdon and a hot American chick (probably a student) investigate a murder leading to the discovery of THE LOST SYMBOL, which not only solves the crime, it changes the world! I hate formulas and James Bond, but holy guacamole does that formula make me excited! I preordered it on my kindle and on Tuesday morning it was there. Now tell me if you know anything more post-modern than preordering a downloaded copy of a formulaic rehash of James Bond Madonna vs. The Catholic Church, I mean the Masons, style? I don't. Got to go do homework and then KINDLE. (That's right I don't read pulp lip, I kindle that shit.) Peace lovers.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Whitney Houston Returns to Music With An Unexpected Album of Ballads and Modern Disco

Coarse, raspy, and vulnerable are not words typically used to describe Whitney Houston’s vocals. However, after a decade of reality television, drug abuse, and divorce, Houston has transformed her once perfect voice into an instrument damaged from neglect. Prior to her tabloid infamy, critics and fans adored her superhuman ability to emit feelings no one else could express. But when Miss Houston began her downward spiral much of the public rejected the diva, viewing the tarnishing of her voice as the selfish behavior of an ungrateful diva pampered for way too long.
Ironically, on I Look to You, her “comeback album,” Whitney may no longer hit high notes but for the first time in her career sounds oddly sympathetic and human. Clive Davis, Houston’s longtime mentor and executive producer, has crafted the album as a hip-hop boxing match balanced between up-tempo modern disco and sappy ballads. On the first five tracks, produced by hit makers Alicia Keys, R. Kelly, Akon, and Danja, Houston clearly struggles to belt the catchy refrain of girl power anthems like “Million Dollar Bill.” Throughout these feel good jams, Whitney attempts to convince us that she’s still the curly haired girl who stole our hearts with “I Wanna Dance With Somebody.” “I want you to love me/like I never left,” she begs us; and for the first half of the album it seems like the old Whitney has left us forever, leaving us with an unconfident diva battling for survival in a radio ready boxing match against the trends of the new Millennium.
But as her mentor Clive Davis said, it only takes one great song to return to the top of charts, and with “I Didn’t Know My Own Strength,” Whitney stands a chance at reclaiming her legacy. On this gorgeous hymn penned by Dianne Warren, Houston feels no need to attempt to sang in 1990, but instead allows her emotions to come thru in a simple hymn expressing her ability to survive her greatest challenges. “I was not built to break,” she claims and on the next few tracks on her album she returns to her confidant glory.
On the club ready “Worth It” and break up jam “Salute,” Whitney accepts her raspy voice and flows with R. Kelly’s rhythms, clearly having a good time in the sound booth. Whitney may struggle to hit the notes and her voice might sound more Amy Winehouse than Chaka Khan, but between her raw honesty and the slight schadenfreude, Whitney Houston delivers a solid hit worthy record, which may not reclaim her thrown, but reinvents her as a tragic figure rising from her challenges as a new and different Whitney Houston.
Greatest Week For Pop Culture Ever? Maybe, just, Maybe!
FINALLY! The VMA'S return to their trashy, avant garde glory. For the first time since 2003 I'm going to remember the Video Awards for some glorious moment of pop history, not an epic Britney with blonde weave and pig belly hot train wreck of a disaster. Ever since the show travelled to Miami for a structureless and Diddy filled in the round show, the VMAS have lost their trade mark spunk and controversy. As ratings fell, MTV attempted to regain viewers by "reinventing the show," which only led to claustrophobic performances in hotel rooms and bloated IMAX screens floating over Timbaland's head. Even worse, they hired actors and Diddy, not stand up comedians, to host the show. Sunday, August 30, 2009
The Irony of Miley Cyrus (Which Miley probably has no clue about)
I first heard "Party in the USA" while watching the now infamous stripper pole on top of an ice cream truck Teen Choice Award performance. Defending herself against the controversy, Miley stated that the performance's trailer home and the song's lyrics represented her "American" roots. Last time I checked, trailer homes did not represent democracy. Miley sees herself as the stereotypical white, all American, Nashville girl. However, just by looking at her single cover you know Miley represents Hollywood, not Tennessee. From the spike bracelets on her wrists to the Urban Outfitters pseudo hipster top, Miley screams "I'm a product of the Disney Tween Machine." This conflicted persona, similar to Britney's innocent Lolita appearance circa 2001, is exactly what makes her biggest single (thus far) so damn appealing. Dr. Luke, the hit maker who crafted "I Kissed a Girl" and "Circus", combines the country song store structure with Rihanna's "I'm having a great party refrain that has nothing to do with any verses." This juxtaposition of Miley lamenting about how outcasted she feels in Hollywood with her lover for her "song" and "the Party in the USA" works as a perfect metaphor for this identity conflicted teen queen.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
A Beautifuly Flawed Echo
This of course brings me to Joss Whedon's Dollhouse. When Dollhouse first aired, us Brown Coats balked at the granddaddy of modern serial television. (Sorry Lost fans, Buffy did long story arches way before that plane even crashed and Dark Shadows invented it.) How could Whedon give us a show with such a flawed structure and plotline? The early episodes felt like Sci-Fi CSI and when it finally started kicking ass we wondered why it took so fracking long. However, after I watched the unaired "Pilot" I see the brilliance of Joss's ways. Because we suffered through the horrid first five episodes (Eliza the backup singer, anyone?) the jump into the mythology and secrets beneath Echo came as shocking plot details, wheras if we Echo encountered Agent Ballard on the first episode we wouldn't have blinked. The pimples, the cult episode, and over all shittiness actually is what makes Dollhouse one of the best shows on TV. Its flawed, but that's what made season one so fucking beautiful in the first place. Now if only we could have a Susan Boyle on US tv.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Her Career Could Use A Little Bump

For those of you that don’t know, last night ABC Family premiered Lindsey Lohan's first movie in over two years, albeit a TV one. In Labor Pains, Lohan's first anything besides a line of coke and leggings brand since the disastrous I Know Who Killed Me, she stars as a hard working secretary who fakes a pregnancy to keep her job. I'll be honest, its not her worse movie, but I also didn't finish it. It was just another TV movie. The screenplay lacked substance and for a film originally intended for the big screen why did the cinematographer focus on close-ups?
One has to wonder if the advertising company who created Pains's "Her career could use a little bump" tagline as an ironic allusion to Lohan's fall from the new Molly Ringwald turned Julia Robins to the new Tatum O' Neal turned into every other child star. Why Lohan, a talented actress once poised to be Hollywood's biggest star in a decade, chose this crappy screenplay instead of summer blockbuster The Hangover, as her comeback vehicle is a mystery to everyone. She can't blame it on her agent (she got her the other gig via a mutual client) and she can't blame it on the media. She can only blame it on herself. From dying her hair blonde to starring in Killed Me it seems Lindsey Lohan hates the girl deep within her ninety pound body America undeniably at one point loved. Although Lohan's family first caused the self-destruction, which ignited the crashing train known as the second half of her career, Lindsey is an adult and it is only she who is destroying the charming girl within.
Unlike other twenty something year old has beens, such as Misha Barton, I rooted for Lohan as I watched ten minutes of this forgettable film because she has a genuine (but unused) appeal. It's not like she can't have a comeback- fucking Britney Spears came back from “Gimme More”- but if she does not dump Samantha Ronson, ditch the coke, and disappear for a year before triumphantly returning in a small, yet show stealing performance in a Judd Apatow comedy along with her old trademark fiery red hair she's destine to avoid her destiny and become Sean Young instead of Lindsey Lohan, the red headed adult megastar of the twenty-first century.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
CAT POWER VS./IS BRITNEY SPEARS
Unlike Britney Spears, I learned about Cat Power a few months back through the lore, not the CNN coverage. From the blog posts, the books, cultural analysis, and music I saw Chan Marshall as the honest real deal, a rare musician who offered her true confession to her wounded empathetic fan base, not some contrived factory girl like Duffy. While waiting outside the Culture Room in downtown Fort Lauderdale before An Evening With Cat Power began, I told Kayla, the young punk rockish chick from Chaminade-Madonna waiting next to me, I paid 120$ to see Britney Spears’s Circus show a few months ago. Immediately Kayla started ranting about how Spears lip-synchs (no shit Sherlock). I said I didn’t care. I went to see a performance, not an opera. I’m not sure I’ve ever received a dirtier look than the one Kayla shot at me after I dropped that comment.
After waiting for three hours, doors opened…and we waited for two more. The crowd inside consisted of flannel wearing hipsters, rich south beach girls, and a large assortment of emos. I asked Mr. Manorexic Flannel next to me if he knew who was opening, which he retorted back with a condescending chuckle and shook his head, “its only Cat Power tonight.” Unfortunately, Mr. Manorexic Flannel was wrong. Chan decided to force the audience to watch her favorite Willie Nelson DVD via a small movie screen. During Nelson’s set, the flannel teens in front of me found the Cat Power set list on stage and gossiped for twenty minutes about the songs Chan might play.
After listening to the four foot tall blonde behind me bragging about knowing Madonna and how gross it is “when Madonna eats sushi with no air conditioning on,” Willie Nelson faded to black and the words “CAT POWER” played on the screen. I expected light to shine on the stage, but no spotlight glimmered center stage. Like Madonna or Britney Spears, Chan waited for the audience to chant “we love you” before she took the stage. Still dark, Chan entered and bowed as the audience worshipped her. Then for the next half hour, Ms. Marshall blended her songs into one long repetitive ballad as she hopped about stage on one leg like Ashley Simpson. “Metal Heart” sound like “The Greatest” which sound like “New York, New York.” This bizarre performance art confused me. Was I watching Chan Marshall return to her infamous state of psychosis or was she simply rocking it out avant garde style? After Chan hid behind a speaker during “Metal Heart” her adoring fans whispered “she’s so amazing” and “keep going” as I realized this was a breakdown Britney Spears shaving her head style.
After she hid behind the speaker, I texted my brother. When I looked back at the stage I noticed Chan had disappeared. I asked the dude next to me where she was and he informed me she abandoned her set and the guitarist ran after her. “My life is complete! I’ve seen a Cat Power Meltdown during Metal Heart the best fucking song ever!” he told me. I complained about her meltdown and another fan glared at me “don’t you feel bad?” “I did pay 33$ to see a performance, not a breakdown,” I replied. I soon learned Cat Power fans are hard core as they come. The blonde chick responded as if I had pissed on a grave. After fans shouted “we love you,” Chan Marshall returned to the stage and bowed (again) and then once (again) blended her songs into one bad symphony of sadness. No apology, no improvement. Chan Marshall just expected her fans to adore her and they caved in.
Last night, I left the show pissed as hell. I spent hardcore cash…on a meltdown. Originally I viewed the artist and her fans as real honest folks, but now I see them as contrived as the Britney Spears show. Both Marshall and Spears lack stellar vocals and both of their fans live in self-designed false personas. Cat Power fans have artificial angst and couture homeless people cloths. Britney Spears fans have artificial happiness and couture cloths. Same thing. However, what Spears makes up for her lack of vocals in flips, dancing, and acrobatics, Marshall made up for in awful dancing, singing with her back to the audience, and a calculated freak out. Last night I though the princess of pop had an ounce of talent and the indie queen had none. Yet today, I see the Cat Power show as one of the greatest concerts I have ever seen. It took talent and bravery and good old fashioned tabloid razzle dazzle to stage her meltdown. By creating a breakdown and performing abstractly to cover her flaws, Chan Marshall made a statement about the current state of talent in American music. Her show was a musical TMZ clip. The sound, the melody, that doesn’t matter in 2009. It’s about the persona, the image, the bizarreness, and the level of insanity. People now read into the expansiveness of it all, not the composition. After all Lady Gaga (the queen of crazy) just had her third number one single in a row. Insanity is now music and insanity is now great and therefore, despite her lack of talent or rhythm, so is Cat Power.