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You know manners? Well how much do you pay for them? You don’t pay anything, do you. Because good manners cost nothing. Not one penny. But you don’t care, you still don’t use them because you think manners are a be fey, a bit old fashioned.
Well, let’s say you were confronted by a 500 pound hyperalloy combat chassis hunk of cyborg hate from the future, you’d probably find your manners then, wouldn’t you? Otherwise, you’d be…terminated.
WINNING!!! We’re all winning now because the internet is full to the brim with Charlie Sheen winning and snorting 7 gram rocks up his eyeballs. You can’t search for a cat video or some pr0n without Charlie rearing his manic head.
And so it goes. Here’s the celestial being himself with that other popular Charlie of cultural memeage. Charley from those infomercials. Someone needs to mix the Prodigy track “Charley Says” with Mr Sheen in. We’re see who’s winning then.
The nation’s sweetheart and first Geordie to ever leave Newcastle, she’s now so famous you can’t get out of bed without bumping into one of her many clones that roam the British countryside looking for an angry fix.
So what better tribute to such a shining example of towering intelligence and workhouse ethics than this 47 second clip. She shoots, she scores, she gets cheated on by a hairdresser.
If you saw Gaddafi frothing at the mouth amongst the ruins of Tripoli waving his green book about like a mad gorilla made of plastic, then you may have thought, “What on God’s earth?”.
It’s the sort of insane behaviour that is crying out for someone like Charlie Brooker to chew over with his scathing wit. And, thankfully, he did.
By putting the zany, hyper theme music from Hawaii Five-O it adds a jazzed up fun time vibe to the whole galactic war thing. And to be honest, the films that could do with lightening up the most are those first three.
What with all that boring crap that took place in the senate, whaaaaat ever! But zingy music that makes you want to jump about and swing a lightsaber like a marching baton, now you’re talking.
What with all the Top Gear furore kicking off at the moment about stereotyping Mexicans, let’s take a timely look at Stewart Lee’s Top Gear-hating routine. Running way ahead of the band wagon he was hating on it long before it became about selling newspapers.
Why? Because it’s presented by a bunch of smug nob-jockeys in badly-fitting jeans, who are about as rebellious as smoked salmon canapes. Laugh. Out. Loud.
Dance can be such an expressive art form, allowing for the performer to dive into the depths of the human psyche and explore the emotions and feelings that make us who we are.
Just take this interpretation of the classic Marti Pellow heroin comedown song “Love Is All Around”. Truly, this is what separates man from the animals. The power to interpret Wet Wet Wet.
Everything is a remix; you, me, all those films you love. And especially Star Wars. Oh my. After watching this you’ll wonder if there was an original idea in the whole first (fourth, whatever) film.
Old Georgie Porgie was walking around in his long, dark emperor’s cloak rubbing his warm, fat Ewok paws together randomly pointing at various movies in his collection and growling excitedly at every one of them. Stealing that scene from there, this scene from that, lifting that character from this and on and on until he had his movie. Easy. And as for Kill Bill, it’s basically the movie equivalent of a mash-up.
