I just discovered that if I unplug the router in the morning I get a heck of a lot more study down. T’is a good feeling. Randoms:
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I think I saw this movie, _The Krays_ about 20 years ago. I just watched it again. It’s not bad, but if I had a time machine I’d probably go back and try to convince the principles, Gary and Martin Kemp, to not do it because it was the end of Spandau Ballet, and they made great songs, like ‘True’. That song will be around forever, but the film is already buried.
Then I’d go back to the late 1920s and convince Hitler to pursue a career in writing books for children and young adults.
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Also, I find this insanely gorgeous. It’s like a muppets skit, but real. The perfect synthesis of Man, (human) feline and internet. This is the kind of thing that’s put me 4 weeks behind schedule with the study, and will undoubtedly conquer vastly superior races across the galaxy.
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I’m really getting into cop shows. It’s mostly because I like the scenery. It’s like a time machine, visiting a city at a certain time in history. CHiPs is LA in the late 70s. A month or two back in the cultural theory unit when we came up to postmodernism and the reading on how LA is like hyper-real simulacra I put the point to the class that wasn’t it just another city? But I guess I am starting to see how Hollywood may have warped its reality a bit.
The second series is interesting. They lost the old(er) school brass-dominated scoring and have gone for a more 4-on-the-floor disco beat, plus the guitar is more effected. They’re still pushing the boundaries as is evidenced (ep02S02) by this brilliant juxtaposition of images; a tiger, a supermarket–a tiger in a supermarket.
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It was only because of Karl Malden dying the other day that alerted me to ‘The Streets of San Francisco’. I d/loaded the pilot episode and it was pretty ace. 1972. Big cars and everyone had sideburns, which makes me feel at home. It’s pretty easy to see that Police Squad got a few of their ideas from here, and from there, The Naked Gun.
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Lt. Stone & Inspector Keller, working around the clock, eating around the clock
I’m also watching Miami Vice again. 1984. It’s pretty okay. I like how a bit of info on the wikipedia page about it says that in planning the show some exec handed someone a ripped little bit of paper that just said, “MTV cops” — make it happen. The first ep of the series had some things going on about identity and obfuscation. Flava Flav does repeat guest appearances in series 1. Given that P.E. must’ve been going by then I don’t know how he reconciled the whole Rebel without a pause thing with playing a character who’s a snitch for THE MAN.
Update: 10/14/09 I just found out the guy playing Noogie was _not_ Flava Flav. Whoops.