Showing posts with label Flight of the Conchords. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flight of the Conchords. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

That's a Title?


Before I say anything tonight, I'd like to thank the lovely and talented Stephen Rader (you know who he is, 'Raderettes') for the shout-out on his ferociously fabulous blog Are You There, Blog? It's Me, Stephen. He and I both know that when we finally meet face-to-face (and we will - oh, we will), the Theatre - nay, perhaps Western Civilization itself, will never be the same.
Anyway, I wanted to post about this movie the other day, but that was when my Internet was wonky and I lost a post. So, here it is now.
Gentlemen Broncos, is the latest from Napoleon Dynamite director Jared Hess and his co-writer brother, Joshua. Michael Angarano (probably best known as Jack's son on "Will and Grace") plays a high-schooler who worships Science Fiction author, Ronald Chevalier (Half of the duo responsible for "Flight of the Conchords," Jermaine Clement). When a blocked Chevalier steals the lad's novel (changing the names only slightly and turning the hero into a gay stereotype), trouble ensues.
What I think I love most about this movie is the cast. The always-hilarious-no-matter-what-she's-in Jennifer Coolidge (Best In Show; American Pie) had me sold, before seeing Moon's Sam Rockwell riding a flying reindeer rigged with outboard missiles made it a "Must See". How insanely fun does this movie look? Enjoy:
Honestly, is it me or does that just look bizarre and hilarious or not? I can't wait for this one, either.
More, anon.
Prospero

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Flight of the Conchords

Okay - I guess I have to start by saying that I got rid of HBO and Showtime about 3 years ago. Alan Ball's brilliant "Six Feet Under" had ended on HBO (in the single best series finale in television history, I might add) and "Queer as Folk" was about to have it's final season on Showtime (the show - always little more than an extra-sexy soap-opera - had become stale, anyway, so I didn't feel like I was missing much. I didn't watch any of the channels' other series ("The Sopranos" had already jumped the shark two seasons earlier) and they both played the same crappy, old movies, over and over. I cut a huge a huge chunk off my cable bill and got DVR, which is the best invention since the VCR.
But lately, I'd been reading about an HBO comedy called "Flight of the Conchords," about two Kiwi (New Zealander) musicians who move to New York to make a name for themselves. The critics were calling it fun, quirky and original and as I read more about the show and the duo, I got curious. Now, I'm too lazy to go watch them on YouTube (I can't access YouTube at work, and just don't bother at home), but I was desperate to at least hear songs with hilarious titles like "Hiphopodomus vs. Rhymenoceros" and "Mutha 'uckas." So, when I was in New York last weekend, while browsing the bizarre assortment of fun items at Urban Outfitters in Union Square, I came across their CD. On a whim, I bought it (I also bought a couple of other CDs at the Virgin Megastore, too).
Here's the deal: I still haven't listened to it. Don't know why. I opened it, took out the disc and looked at the very colorful, 2-sided mini-poster that came along with it, then put the disc back in the jacket and set it on my desk. I'm looking it at as I type this. Don't know why I haven't played it yet. Fear of disappointment, maybe? Maybe it's that my subconscious thinks that if I don't listen to it, I won't know that I've wasted my money on something I don't like. I honestly have no idea. I've listened to the other CDs I bought that day.
Maybe I'll listen to a song tonight. If I like it, I'll try some more. Maybe not. Help me. Please, help me.