these are things you do when it's unusually cold on a may sunday afternoon. good, because i found this article about EMP by the lovely writer Richardo Baca.
blah blah. So, someone bought me this shirt that says "rock star" in rhinestones. it's pink! i can't figure out if i'm mortified or in love with it, but after seeing "mean girls" last night, i at least know the kind of place where the want for said shirt came from. what a terrible, terrible piece of claptrap, worse than yr average teen drama bc it tries SO hard to be self mocking, yet unravels to a drivelly, full house dad moment very early on and offers still the weird, binary view of high school life that feeds into stereotypes. anyway, the queen of 'the plastics,' the popular girls, has all this fake rock star memorabilia in her bedroom, yet there is little or no actual music in the movie (except a terrible cover of a billy idol song at the end), and apparently, they did not release a soundtrack for the film. Well, hmm, a movie like this could have greatly benefited from an album full of bitchy rock music, no?, and it seems like maybe (ya, you know it was coming) gender ghetto thing that a movie about women in high school wouldn't have a killer soundtrack, where Donnie Darko or any of the Hughes films, etc, always make it very important to identify teenage drama with pop music. (I mean, the opening of Darko, with EatBunnymen's "Killing Moon" holy shit! they had me RIGHT THEN!).
Oh, also this post about my fear of publicists. am i wrong in this sentiment? well, maybe a little, bc there are labels that i tend to work with very often, and have not the most distanced relationships from, but it's because i share their visions....of course, those pubs never thank me...it's only really independent publicists that do this...wonder why?
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