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January 15, 2010

Here are some links I am loving these days.

• The shittastic ’78 Stigwood mess Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band: The Movie featuring the goddess Dianne Steinberg tempting the Bee Gees and Peter Frampton thus causing them overact and sing Beatles songs. I could tell you so many things about this casserole of holy hell. Like seriously there is a Peter Frampton/Steven Tyler fight to the death for a woman you’ve never actually heard of and Robert Palmer wearing a Vicar’s costume for some inexplicable reason … but I won’t.

• Tasha of Water in my Cereal talks about hair and takes Chris Rock to task for Good Hair.

• Redlami of writes about the dangers of befriending or pissing off crows. Many hahah’s.

• Shadow and Act’s poses and answers a provocative question, “What If Black Women Were White Women?”.

• Office Supply Geek hacks up a family of Sharpie Pens to get to the bottom of the burning question, “What’s up with the inconsistent ink?”

The Manfattan Project is quite possibly the best name for a blog, besides um, Snarky’s Machine. Also, it’s a great fashion site, touting a diversity of styles. Nothing against hipster fashion aesthetic, but it’s not my style aesthetic and I don’t like wading through picture after picture of people working So this site was a wonderful surprise.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. redlami permalink*
    January 15, 2010 8:27 am

    Sgt. Pepper is definitely one of the few movies that falls into my “so bad it’s good and then slips over the edge into being awful again” territory. Nearly every scene leaves me thinking “what were they thinking?” They managed to pick a bumper crop of soon-to-expire pop culture, whether it was George Burns’ oh, god-like Mr. Kite (and who decided to give the only speaking role over to his cigar-ravaged voice?) or Steve Martin’s King-Tuttish Maxwell, the bad boy character he finally got right in Little Shop of Horrors. The only scene that relieves the sense of Poseidon-dimension disaster is the Earth, Wind and Fire performance, which seems to have been filmed not only by a different director but in a different universe. Even a last ditch effort by Billy Preston (arguably the only actual Beatle in the film) can’t carry the weight of this turkey.

    I can hardly wait to see it again.

  2. January 16, 2010 2:24 am

    It’s so terrible that one hardly notices how good the interpretations of the Beatles catalog is! Now that’s stinky. Poor Robert Stigwood. I don’t think he’s been heard from since. Was there nobody there to say, “Hey man, you might want to scale back your vision a bit.”

    Though I did read someone thoughtfully decided to edit out all the spoken dialog and spare the audience some truly atrocious acting. It was bad enough without the words and I cannot imagine how exponentially worse it might have been if the spoken dialog had been left in.

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