Wars, disease, famine, earthquakes, a really big case hitting the U.S. Supreme Court tomororow, and a movie about California breaking in half before The Rock fixes it with a helicopter–and STILL the top story in the news for a second day in a row is that some guys in suits related to some international soccer organization or another are corrupt. Woooooooo, I’m shocked.
What’s next? Hurling? (That’s not fair, hurling is kind of cool). Okay then: curling?
A guy named Sepp Blatter is somehow involved. I think he might have deflated some soccer balls, not to give anyone an advantage or anything, but out of vengeance for that name. Sepp Blatter sounds like an ineptly villainous Monty Python character–i’m thinking German guy, maybe with a lisp. Or maybe it’s German for “Tom Brady?”
My news aggregator is full of these soccer stories. What the hell? I could read them to find out what the deal is but, you know, it’s soccer. Maybe if it was croquette? Or Marbles? Marbles would make it a story.
But maybe this Sepp Blatter fellow is bad. It’s possible, I guess. I know Putin is all pissed off about it. But I’m wondering, what’s ISIL up to today? How about those Chinese naval hijinks? Floods in Texas? Lost shipments of Anthrax–that’s a real page 6 whoopsie, eh?
But maybe they did cover all that stuff adequately? It’s possible I missed it amidst all the coverage over news that McDonalds is going to make its buns a little crispier. And speaking of buns, have you seen what’s going down on The Bachelor? Oh, man–that Tammy Lee Sapinsky is up to no damn good, but she got a rose. What’s the world coming to?
The last fast food art post was a bit of a hit, so here’s another.
Has everyone seen the new-ish Filet O’Fish Commercial that rips off one of my all-time favorite movies, Wes Anderson’s The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou? Bad enough that this wonderfully quirky, subtle piece of off-beat cinematic brilliance is being draped in ugly commercialism, the Golden Arch-Villains employ a snotty, superior, hipsterish ironic tone to the commercial–this is a mockery, not a tribute, and clearly they’re expecting their audience to laugh at it, not with it. Who would have thought a big, hungry corporation (bigger and hungrier than a Leopard Shark!) wouldn’t get the joke.
I include a link to the commercial with one important caveat: YOU MUST NOT ALLOW IT TO SEDUCE YOU INTO BUYING ONE OF THESE (allegedly) SEA-BORN GREASE PATTIES.
Of course, there’s a certain degree of humor to be had from the idea the hipster sensibilities–that whole “look for something unique in order to bathe myself in that uniqueness just long enough that I can abandon it and say, well, I remember when that was authentic, long before they sold out”–being co-opted (not co-op, Pointdexter) to market these deep fried atrocities. There ain’t nothing authentic about Filet O’Fish, which is pretty much catfood on a mushy bun.
If you haven’t seen this great film, rent it yesterday–the soundtrack of David Bowie songs is worth the rental price alone, but the real treat is the fantastic cast, including Bill Murray, Anjelica Huston, Kate Blanchett, Owen Wilson, Willem Dafoe, and Jeff Goldblum.