Monday, September 20, 2004

"I'm worried, damned worried, that I just won't laugh," says NZ Heralds TV critic Greg Dixon, about the new animated local show Bro'Town (TV3, 8pm Wednesday). Dixon is a fan of English comedies like Absolute Power; "It is, of course, very English. And we are not very English." Cultural identity crisis, anyone? Three words - LIGHTEN UP, CRACKER!

"Moderately sized and immoderately pink, Johnny Ramone's ranch house sits high in the Hollywood Hills, guarded by a regiment of cactus and a stuffed, snarling wild boar. Inside, the mounted menagerie includes a duck, a pheasant, a raccoon, a brown bear and a two-headed calf, who are kept company by three unstuffed but very old cats. The lime-green walls are almost completely covered with dozens of perfectly spaced framed posters advertising horror and science-fiction movies of the Thirties, Forties and Fifties. "The worst movies had the best artwork," said Johnny, indicating War of the Colossal Beast and Attack of the Crab Monsters. "
Read more from Rolling Stone's fine piece on the late Johnny Ramone here. RIP. If you get a chance to see the film End of the Century (which visited here for the Film festival in July) don't miss it. It fucking kicks ass. There's some live b&w footage of the Ramones way back in 1975, and the energy coming offstage is just incredible.

Oh yeah, I'm back, and I am going to swear. A lot. With good reason. read the paper/watched the news lately?

UPDATE: Watched Bro'Town last night: very funny was the general consensus in our household, but probably not in Greg Dixon's shack.

Tuesday, August 24, 2004

I'm out like bellbottom trousers.
I've seen this coming for a little while now, and it's finally here. I've been writing this for a year, and have decided that it is time for a break. Normal transmission may be resumed at a later date. Thanks for dropping by, and take it easy.