What do they make dreams for?

“Blurred Lines” is a calling card. The man of “When I Get You Alone” is long overdue for a new signature jam. Robin Thicke’s heavy lidded lover boy schtick has aged into something that’s a little bit sleazy and off-putting and somehow that’s okay? Because it’s self aware and therefore, a little bit funny? Unlike J-Timbs, who always seems about to crack into an ingratiating Disney smile no matter what smooth move he’s pulling, Thicke appears legitimately disreputable and that is part of his slow wink charm. He is the seducer that you are just a little bit embarrassed to fall for, since his presentation is so overt. How could you, a smart individual, fall for this Continental-type shit? Why is he pronouncing his Ts like that? Why am I smiling back? When did the dancing start? What is happening?

So what makes a good girl? Or a nice guy? The idea that not everyone wears their sex drive on their sleeve? That you can be classy in the streets, freaky in the sheets? Yeaaaah…and? Luckily, Thicke knows he’s not breaking any new ground on the subject (or musically— though reanimated Marvin Gayeisms are always welcome), which is why he becomes less and less interested in it until he’s just offering you weed and patting the seat next to him with a goofy grin. This is Friday evening before the party, so relax. Get loose.

(Despite my initial lukewarm reaction, this has become a major ear worm. I want to do a get-ready-to-go-out dance to it. Apply some expensive, tasty lipstick, fit into dresses from my early 20s, trill my fingers to the maybe I’m going out of my ma-a-a-a-a-a-i-n-n-n-d, and shout YOU DA HOTTEST BITCH IN THIS PLACE! Do over-the-shoulder Pat Cleveland-style camera poses to the flat-voiced I feel so lucky/you wanna hug me/what rhymes with hug me? bit. The track is infectious because it is repetitive in just the right way, the simple little bass line constantly picks you up and brings you right back to the beginning. Game over? Nah. Press START. Again and again until you’re great at it.)

PS Forget about the video, I ain’t even linking that nonsense.

Describe yourself in 3 television characters…

shalewa:

debbiecountry:

dustychenille:

lewbasnight:

istealforksfromrestaurants:

girlmoxie:

bronxcheer:

doyourwardance:

dyinggod:

Hank Hill, Tina Belcher, Larry David.

Louise Belcher, Elaine Benes, Brenda Walsh

Gene Belcher, Artie the producer, Laura the receptionist.

Leslie Knope, Lou Grant, Walter and Perry

Bob Belcher, Larry David, Lucy Ricardo

Lurch, Grady Wilson, Reverend Jim

Jan Brady, Liz Lemon, and Lisa Simpson

Alf, Lindsay Weir, Nana Mary from Roseanne

Khadijah, Brian Krakow, Roz the bailiff

Curtis, Lucy Ricardo, Nick Miller (honorable mention: Dis Bad Bitch)

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"So I get up on the big morning and I think, You gotta compose yourself. You don’t want to push too much to impress. You don’t want to shrink back in your shell because you’re nervous and inhibited just because a major pop star is on set. I approached it as I would any day. Except I developed a sort of coping mechanism where I started to say to myself, Well, she’s probably going to have a whole entourage. It’s gonna be a whole thing. I wonder how much Taylor Swift is gonna hold us up today. God. But then this magical gem of a human being shows up. She looks like a butterfly flying through the summer sky, and she couldn’t be more excited to be there…have you seen the video for “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together”? It’s got real passion, and she put passion into this. I start thinking to myself, Do you think she would be a regular on the show?"

Max Greenfield on working with T-Swift and the New Girl finale

I am looking forward to tonight’s episode but am also sad that there is no fluffy summer alternative to take its place. Does anyone remember laughter? I don’t want to get stuck with Don and The Wall and Chekhov’s Ricin laced cigarette without my fictional pals in 4D. I know, I know. Boo freaking hoo. Bring on the feelings!

Re: Last night’s episode of Mad Men

Where was Dawn? They drew attention to her absence twice but offered no explanation. Recappers didn’t even notice. Commentary?

ourroyalcustomers:

dtownsteez:

Mariah Carey - #Beautiful (feat. Miguel)

I wake up and this has been posted. GOOD MONDAY MORNING TO EVERYONE.

Needs a few more listens but this is verging on perfect.

Miguelito and Mistress Mariah making your Monday.

nickminichino asked: OH MY GOD WHAT WOULD BE YOUR PROGRAM FOR WEIRDO LONER FILM FESTIVAL

(Sorry for the belated reply Minichino, I am living in the land of the Previously Placid Baby Who Has Turned Into The Up All Night Teething Mad Dog of Doom. I am incredibly sleep deprived and may have missed a few as a result. Send me your suggestions.)

Naked - The regent of weirdo loner movies.

Repulsion - A girl. Her bangs. A rabbit. An image in the mirror.
Kind Hearts and Coronets - I am allowed only one sociopath movie that causes giggling.

Monseiur Hire - Voyeurs Anonymous
La Pianiste - Isabelle Huppert usually leaves me cold (I know this is borderline heretical) but she was incredible in this movie.

The Conversation - Yeah, yeah, yeah Royal Tenenbaum is your favorite. But THIS, THIS. Gene Hackman’s Harry Caul and his transparent raincoat trumps all.
An Angel at My Table - Kerry Fox is not actor, she is a sorcerer.

Un Coeur en Hiver - Weirdo Loner, music and mental seductions: my catnip! (Been working on something about this one for ages, would like to eventually submit it to A Bright Wall in a Dark Room. The current draft is a bit strange and unwieldy though.)
The Whole Wide World - I find this one unbearably sad which is odd because it stars Renee Zellwegger.

The Low Down - Snuck something about this film here.
Next Stop Wonderland - technically, NSW’s Erin, played by that sad-eyed lady Hope Davis, is not that much of a weirdo, but she has, for understandable reasons, isolated herself. Somehow she manages to portray, as one character in the film rightly points out, the essence of Saudade. The music helps but the rest is all her.

Year of the Dog - Another unnerving entry from the mind of Mike White.
Sex, Lies and Videotape - The 80s movie loving part of me will never forget 80s James Spader.

Greenberg - Ben Stiller always has barely suppressed hostility and rage roiling under the surface of all his roles. He doesn’t have to hide it Greenberg. It’s no wonder he seems looser here than he has in ages. A rare “there but the grace of god” film that actually makes you feel quiet elation along with relief.
The Zero Effect - Previously mentioned. (Coincidentally, Stiller is in this one as well but his insistence on playing level 10 disgruntled for the whole movie doesn’t really work for a neo-Watson. Replacing him would have probably made a better movie.)

Harold and Maude - Most weirdo loner movies focus on the moment the lead character ceases to be either. The beauty of this one is that Harold will always be a weirdo. Cue the Cat Stevens and celebrate life.

everygreatsongever asked: OK. if there you could adapt any movie from the last ten years into a TV series, which would it be?

It’s funny because the answer of movie to TV adaptation is always, always (Minichino - this is definitely a contender for the Weirdo Loner Film Festival) Jake Kasdan’s The Zero Effect. It’s basically yet another Sherlock Holmes update, the crucial element though is leading man Bill Pullman and his awesome squinty-average-guy-who-is-secretly-crazypants charm. Kasdan apparently wrote it for Pullman, inspired by his well-hidden squirrely personality. How much do I love that he inspired the total freakshow that is Daryl Zero? TOO MUCH.

I have a lot of feelings about Bill Pullman. This is the guy who un-showily acted the hell out of his roles in While You Were Sleeping* and Lost Highway. Also, the area between While You Were Sleeping and Lost Highway is where I like to live, movie-wise. He is on TV right now but sadly, that show is not doing it for him.

This doesn’t answer your question though. Zero Effect was released in 1998. Boo!**

SO, let’s go with Mike Leigh’s Happy-Go-Lucky. I went in there worried I would want to throttle the sunny with a vengeance protagonist Poppy but wound up being charmed and legitimately surprised by her reactions to situations. Reactions that I, as a confirmed hot tempered grump, would never, ever entertain. I’d like to see more of that character.

This question is nicely linked with this one.

*Don’t front, that movie rules.

**Ha! Wikipedia tells me that Kasdan tried to sell it as a pilot starring Alan Cumming but it wasn’t picked up. OF COURSE. Again, it’s all about casting. Cumming, that scoundrel, that pixie, just doesn’t work as Zero. Zero has to be a cipher, blandly American, someone you don’t notice until they say the thing that stops you cold.

takethecityandrun asked: What do you think of Jonathan Demme's wide use of the POV shot as a storytelling tool?

It’s been a while since I’ve seen a Demme film and all I can think of are close-ups; Clarice Starling’s startled peepers, Sister Carol singing “Wild Thing” out in the street and Spalding Grey’s ample, slick forehead. My favorite though is those white sneakers approaching slowly, that “Hi! I’ve got a tape I want to play.”, then the slow pan up to David Byrne’s head, moving his head like a chicken pecking away at birdseed.

The only POV shot of his that I can remember is that Buffalo Bill following Clarice around the basement bit. Is this a thing Demme’s known for? Really? Or are you just messing with me Jeremiah?

When I think of Demme, I think of color and music. Remember that scene in Philadelphia where Tom Hank’s character is talking about opera and it is very, very blue? Red? He’s sweating, Denzel Washington’s character is sweating, we’re sweating. Demme is very clean generally but I love these wild moments.

jonathanbogart asked: What TV show makes you laugh the most?

The one about four weirdos living together in loft splendor, playing incomprehensible drinking games that mix lava with politics and being the dumbest of all the dummies in la la land (a place where many scenes from the film Beverly Hills Chihuaha were shot).

I hadn’t expected to fall in love with New Girl. That ad campaign prior to the first season was awful, made me want to screw up my eyes and say no no no no forever. But I gave in, I did, they made me, I love slapstick and idiocy. Especially after a hideous Tuesday full of academic nonsense. I want lighthearted and stupid but also sweet. Practically everything else I watch is all kinds of heavy— heavy dragons, heavy serial killers, heavy espionage, heavy Kiwi scenery and heavy advertising to which I’ll soon add heavy meth dealing. I need some escapism, something goodhearted and funny, beer buzz followed by a bon bon type of treat.