Showing posts with label House. Show all posts
Showing posts with label House. Show all posts

Monday, January 29, 2007

Loving Hugh Is Easy Cux We're Both Beautiful...


In honor of Hugh Laurie winning yet another well-deserved awarsh*, I give you today's audio nugglet:




Hugh Laurie
written by Jason Stratham of The Cold Inclusive
Read by Ed Shepp (which if you're reading this blogsh, you kinda oughtta know by now, beeplet).


Enjoy!

Beep!
Ed Shepp



*awarsh (n) [uh-wawrsh]: Merteuillian construction of award. The source of the construction is the movie Dangerous Liaisons, with Glenn Close as the Marquise de Merteuil, in which she tells the Vicomte de Valmont: "Come back when you have succeeded with Madame de Tourvel, and I will offer you... a rewarsh [reward]."

Monday, October 30, 2006

Weekend Recaplet


Hey snuvvlepoogers. How was your weekend? Did you dress up like that 29th century Marie Antoinette Fantastiwhore from the inner city who is addicted to The Golden Girls and oozes a mystery peanut butter-and-pumpkin suspension from every laser-bullet hole?? You did?! Yaaaaaay!!! You must've been the best dressed Hallooweenster in the hizzy! I can tell you had fun, because of the way you're rocking back and forth and picking your face.

What did I do? Not a lot. What about Hallooween? Eh. Don't care this year. My Halloween Spooktacular aired. That's good enough fer me. Here's the breakdown of what I did do:

Friday I went to the station and got to see some nut overturn a big traffic divider while talking to some individual that I couldn't see. He yelled, "F*%$ your traffic cone and your... white thing!!!!" That and some other choice expletives, and he toppled the "white thing" {traffic divider} and went into the "restaurant" near the station. This restaurant--I've never seen it open. I'm convinced it's a drug running operation. Or a baby factory. Or a rogue paper mill. You never know up here in the Big City. After that I went home and meditated about all the hungry people in the world. And I ate a Reeses peanut butter cup in their honor. Do they know it's Halloween at all????

Saturday I got up early and did lots of forgettable nonsense before going to the station again. After I returned homenward, Jacob and I went to see Death of a President at the Angelika. Here are some short blorgps about the flim:
  • It strikes an unexpected somber, mournful tone. (Should that be unexpectedly? I'm a little retarded.) It was a tone that I expected, since I'd read a review of the movie beforehand. Although I was in the mood for something light and fun, I rallied for DoaP just so I could say that I saw it. Because it's probably banned everywhere except for New York, LA and San Francisco. Which I find kind of silly after watching it. A reviewer in Slate noted that it ends up center-right, politically, and that's true. It portrays the Left as wingnuts and gives a lot of screentime to the Right. Moreover, the aftermath of, er, The Event--it isn't really explored, except to mention something about the passage of a PATRIOT III Act. I thought it was going to plunge into full-on dystopia, but it didn't. Alas.
  • I didn't believe some of the accents. They were supposed to be "midwestern," I suppose, since the movie is set in Chicago; but some just didn't ring true for me. Nor for Jacob, who is from the Midwest. I kept wondering where the movie was flimed. It didn't help when someone said "lit-tra-lee" intead of "li-der-uh-lee." I said, "That's RP! J'accuse!" [Snort while doing that pig-nose expression where you pull up your nose. That's a lot of nose!]
  • Oh! I just remembered--the trailer for Perfume played during the previews. Yay for perfume! It opens Dec. 27th.
  • While mostly somber, the movie definitely had some comedic moments, not all of which were intended. The first was when reporters were at the hospital after ...The Event... and they ask some homeless person what happened in the ER. He says, "First they told us to get out. Then, they told us to get the HELL out." That was funny. Another funny moment: They used some footage of Dick Cheney speaking at a funeral. Whose I don't know, because Sandra Bullock wasn't there and I don't follow events she doesn't attend. Because we're such good friends. Anyway, Cheney says the name and a voiceover says, "George W. Bush." It's so bad--it's really funny. I think the whole theater laughed. The last really comedic moment: Someone in the movie is named Alouicious! No, wait, I mean Aloisius. No----Aloysius. Yeah, I had to look it up. Don't you think that's funny?? Don't you??!? Aloycious!!!!!!! HA!!!!!!!! I thought it was funny. I mean, how often do you hear that name?! I think I actually said, "Whahappah" when I heard it. Either that or I passed gas, and there was no shortage of that, since I've gotten back into the fiber supplement community! Yay! Fiber!! [toot]
  • I know you're wondering. So I'll tell you. Yes, there were a couple people who clapped at... The Event. But out of a theater of about 50, only one person clapped loudly, and two others very quietly. Which is pretty surprising considering it was the Angelika, that hotbed of conforming rebellion.
  • All in all, I thought it was an OK movie. Until I read the Slate review, which pointed out that it was just like an episode of Frontline, which is what I thought it was supposed to be. But Slate said that it should have said something, and, now that I think about it--yeah! It should have! Sometimes Slate is just right on. (Sometimes, however, it's seriously full of it. But those times make for such good radio, don't they?)
And then Sunday it was so windy that I was afeared to go to the station, lest a vengeful piece of debris strike me down, so I planted myself on the couch and xoned out to the House marathon on USA. Yay!!!!! I think that's what really made it feel like a holiday weekend to me; I associate TV marathons with holiday weekends every since I watched the Comedy Central AbFab marathon one Txgiving. How impresborgn: AbFab: witty British lushes cavorting around London; House: a mean-in-a-witty-way American-except-really-British Vicodin-popper cavorting around New Jersey. Somehow I never foresaw the 21st century like that.

Speaking of House, if you like the show, check out the interview with one of the writers on Television Without Pity. You can find it yourself; you're a big gnooplet.

And that was my weekend. As a last note, some searches about that Pantene commercial with Let It Xnow in it landed a couple people on this blog. Wow, I remember that commercial--I hope it gets put in rotation again this year! It's so creeeeeepy, with that autotune-or-vocoder-or-something on the vocal; it really sounds like some kind of eerie Christmas robot coming to kill you with its bulletproof holiday cheer. Good stuff! And that's the beep for now gnooplets.

Beep!
Ed Shepp

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Ephemera et Cetera

It's been a billion eons since I've postered anything to this blog, so I'll just do a quick recap of the teensy things I can actually recall, and then go straight to the ephemera.

Firstenly, remember the video I did for Damn the Flip Flops? Of course you don't, because even though I shot it 3 years or so on my digital camera, I was never able to sync up the sound and mix it properly, and then shrink it to a size that could be uploaded to these Inter Nets. But now, thanks to the magic of youtube and the editing talents of filmmaker Corey Smith, the video has finally seen the light of day! Wheeeeee! Of course, the concept of the vid changed a bit in the editing process, since long after I shot the scenes, I recorded the song of the same name (all of which is based on the real-life events experienced by Mark Baratelli and me back in the day in Tally. It's mapped on my platial). Originally there was just going to be the spoken parts mixed in with a bit from Superpowerpusssy (yeah, I still lerv that CD; it's still one of my fave projects); but it totally works synced up with Damn the Flip Flops. And, I have to say, the end turned out great! Thanks, Corey! Go and http://youtube.com/watch?v=wkJkSGi6ctM

Speaking of Corey Smith, we recently finished shooting a film for a class of his titled, Practical Reasoning. It's a 'philosophical comedy,' and it takes its name from a philosophy class I enrolled in at my first college and subsequently had to drop after I corrected the professor's grammar. (Yes, the correct phrase is "The reason is that," NOT "The reason is because...") I play a pretentious hipster know-it-all who goes around yakking nonsense in peoples' faces. The acting is way over the top, which is to say that it's just a bigger version of me. Kind of like me drunk, only without the screaming or that odd New Yorkish accent that seems to come upon me whenever I'm overserved. And more articulate. And more tired-er, since we filmed at the crack of dawn, and I was always running on practically no slizzeep. Unfortunately, at this moment I am lacking of the screenshots, but I may have some in the future. Watch for it!

Lastly from the pastly, I meant to put a post up here announcing when I had a post on the WFMU blog, but I lazed out, predictably. So in case you missed it (and it was a goodun), go here to read it. I talk about merkins, gawker and Pseu Braun living in a teepee.

And now, on to the current ephemera:

To paraphrase my character Mollie from Aguilleratry, "I'm completely obsessed with that show House on Fox." I lerv it. I came to it late, so I haven't seen all that many episodes, but already I'm totally enamored with it--I haven't been this all about a show probably since V. And Voyagers before that. I tell you, I'm so into it, I've even gone so far as to read slash! (!!!)(House/Wilson, of course.) What's the draw, you ask?

I'll tell you.

Like the two aforementioned shows, the appeal of House revolves all around its main character, Dr. Gregory House, a witty, crabby, Vicodin-addicted misanthropic genius who insults patients and talks down to his staff of hotties (and has some kinda romantic tension going on with his best friend Dr. James Wilson, played by Robert Sean Leonard of Dead Poets Society fame; or maybe not--I might just be reading too much slash). (In case you're wondering, V revolved around Diana (duh), cux of her scheming, charisma and hotness, and to some extent Lydia, cux of her English accent and German popstar haircut; Voyagers revolved around John Erik Hexum, because of his hotness, hottitude and hottricity; and that whole traveling-through-time-with-a-boy-who-was-about-my-age-at-the-time didn't hurt either.) I know what you're thinking: a mean, witty doctor who's addicted to Vicodin? It's too good to be true! Yeah, that's what I thought at first too, but after a few episodes, I realized that it is all it's cracked up to be, and I was hooked.

Now that I've gotten more into the show, I realize that the character of Gregory House only succeeds because of the talent of Hugh Laurie, the actor who portrays him. Apparently he's been around forever, but on English TV, so no American ever across the nation has ever, ever heard of him ever before, even though he's also been in movies & stuff. And I had no idea he was English until someone told me, because his American accent is perfect. (Even though some contest that, noting that there appear to be regional inconsistencies in the way he pronounces certain phonemes. To that I say, show me someone who has a perfectly consisten accent. Only people with uber-thick regional accents who've lived in one place their entire lives have perfectly consistent accents. If someone said that my American accent wasn't real, I'm sure someone could piece it apart completely in 10 seconds: His long i's often sound Southern, but then sometimes he comes out with a Canadian-sounding short o, and he even has a hint of Brooklynese at times, espeically when he says words like 'dog' and 'coffee.' So to anyone who says Hugh Laurie's American accent isn't spectacular, I quote Blair Warner to you: Turn blue.) Laurie manages to play House as the acerbic, damaged person he is, but at the same time humanize him and make him, I dare say, loveable. I also can't imagine any other actor his age who could bring enough charisma to the role to make House sexy, which he also amazingly accomplishes.*

Of course, at this point I have to admit that it should come as no surprise that I love the character of House. He represents a myth that I find irresistible, even while I acknowledge that it's nothing more than fantasy: the misanthrope who callously defies society's conventions and wins in the end through his sheer brilliance. Why wouldn't I like that, being a misanthrope myself? I'm always rooting for the crabby underdog, because I'm crabby! So while some viewers find House 'mean,' I'm always cheering him on when he makes a caustic comment (usually following up with a comical expression that I can't imagine anyone but Laurie being able to pull off). There are other ways I can identify with the character, but I need to see more of the show to understand whether I'm grasping the actual character of House.

So I love House. And I'm all about the House/Wilson slash. But now for some criticism. Just to address the most common criticism of the show, yes, it's totally unrealistic and often hysterical and operatic. But I don't really have a proglem with that. I did a little with that two parter where House shot the corpse and ruined an MRI machine, thinking that the show had gotten too over the top even for me, but I'm over that now. Here's my real problem: the seemingly inevitable romance between House and Allison Cameron, the young hot doctor on his staff who never comes off as particularly bright. From what I can tell from the fan forums (televisionwithoutpity.com's is quite good; myspace's is predictably bereft of intellect), everyone and her sister wants 47-year old House to hook up with 20-something Cameron. I gather from reading the forums that something must have already happened between the two characters, and in the season finale, the writers seem to imply that House is 'interested' in her. There's a scene where he essentially touches her by proxy, through an operating room robot--a button is cut from a blouse, a navel is blown on... Because this occurs in House's mind, a lot of people are inferring that House wants to have 'a relationship' with her. Now, my thought is that it's occuring in his mind because, on some level, he wants to fuck her. Because she's young and hot. But that doesn't mean that he wants a 'relationship.' Getting to the point, however: I fear that this storyline is going to be explored deeper in future episodes, and I'll be terribly disappointed with the show if it is. Because if House hooks up with Cameron, then suddenly we have every other show on television, and that tired cliche of the older, charismatic man getting the piece of cheesecake. Moreover, the show would become a soap opera, less House, M.D. than Who's the Boss?, and there's a reason that Who's the Boss? has become nothing more than a punchline: because that kind of show, where two characters dance around an inevitable, 'right' romantic pairing, is tired and stupid. Which, ironically, would superbly suit it to most of the American public (the booboisie, if you will).

If you're still reading, you're either agreeing with me or thinking that I want House to hook up with Wilson. Well, I do, but that's obviously not going to happen, even though it would allow for some rich, complicated storylines. So who do I think House should hook up with? None of the characters! I mean, granted, I'm not the sharpest tack in the box, but I've never worked in an office where everyone hooked up with each other just because they were there. Why would House hook up with anyone at his hospital? Being so intelligent, he would surely be familiar with the phrase, "Don't shit where you eat." Furthermore, why can't he just not be interested in dating at all? He is a 'broken man'--wouldn't he either have given up on love, or at least be too wary of it to engage after the debacle with Stacy? Didn't he even tell Stacy, the love of his life, that he couldn't give her what she needed, in one episode? So why would he hook up with Cameron, who, predictably, would 'heal' him? It's ludicrous. But let's say that House had to hook up with someone in the hospital: why not Cuddy? She's intelligent and gorgeous, and not afraid to meet House on his own turf intellectually. She's a woman, not a girl. So wouldn't it make more sense for House to be attracted to her? I mean, Wilson's (suposedly) attracted to her, and he's 10 years younger than House. (Then again, I just remembered all the 40-plus men I've known who seem to only be attracted to 20somethings. If that's true across the board, and it seems depressingly like it is, then perhaps it is more logical for House to be more attracted to Cameron. Hmmmmm...) But in the end I don't want to see anyone in the hospital hooking up with co-workers. It's unrealistic-in-the-bad-way for me, and I don't find it compelling. I hope they keep writing the show with adults in mind.

WOW! I didn't expect to write all that about a TV show. I guess I'll have to save my "Why Ace of Base's Cruel Summer sucks butt warts and how I would have produced it differently" for later. I've gone waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy too comic-book-guy in this entry already.

So that's the bizzzeep for now. More later, beepnerlets!


Beep!
Ed Shepp

Monday, September 19, 2005

Blinp!

John SmithYowz! It's been almost a month since I've posted! And, typically, now that I've dragged myself to writing a new post, I have nothing to say. Whatever.

Two weekends ago I slipped twice in my carb-conscious diet: first when I had Indian food for a friend's birthday and then when someone at Starbucks gave me a free sample of the Pumpkin Spice Creme Frappucino (the sample was pretty much the size of a Tall). The Indian food wasn't worth it, but the frappucino was. It was better than all the sex I've ever had (except for once); but I wouldn't expect any less from pumpkin. I'm very glad to see pumpkin consciousness growing in this part of the country, even if it is only for one season of the year.

My new favorite TV show is The Comeback, with Lisa Kudrow. It's absolutely brilliant, and Kudrow is the most amazing actress who ever lived. She can really do the whole fake L.A. thing while simultaneously showing the disappiontment and humiliation her character is feeling. Sadly, the season is over, so there aren't any more new episodes to watch for, for at least a li'l while. Hopefully it'll get picked up for more seasons, or whatever the hell the Hollywood term is for that. Watch it on demand if you can.

My roommate, my friend and I were thinking of throwing a Halloween party again this year, but I'm not sure if we will. I find that I just don't have much interest in it and I've got too much to do with something like that to think about on top of it. Cux I can't just throw a crap party--I'd rather not have one at all. So dunno if that will happen. Even if it does, I don't know what I want to dress up as--well, I do know. I want to be John Smith (as in Pocahontas), but I don't know if a good costume for that can be found and, as I stated before, I don't care very much.

Lastly, to add a speckle of interest to the most boring blog entry ever, I realized while watching some of that show House that V.P. looks like a younger version of House. (Actually, he looks like the actor playing Dr. House, but who cares what his name is. I'm referring to him as House.) He didn't believe me when I told him, so I did a comparison, which you see here:


What say you, all? Does VP look like a younger version of House? You cannot deny they have the same nose and face shape, and the same eyes, even. What does everyone think?

And that's all I've got for now.

Beep!
Ed Shepp