Ironically, the people most likely to enjoy Beauty and the Geek are those least likely to watch it. It is, after all, a reality show, and that’s not normally the preserve of anyone with more than a room-temperature IQ. But just as I’d stumbled upon and eventually loved Big Bang Theory, I had the same slow thaw towards B&TG for precisely the same reasons.
There’s that mild discomfort that stems from identifying just a little too closely with one side or the other. It’s not the behaviour of the “geeks” that makes me realise I’m one of them, but my absolute contempt for the “beauties”. Beauty, it seems, means nothing more than to be slim and polished. You don’t have to be particularly good-looking – few of these women are blessed with pretty faces – but you do have to be skinny, orange-baked and big-haired. The former is something I’ll never master, and dieting knocks a good 20 IQ points off your glucose-deprived brain. The latter is easy enough to achieve, but every minute you spend exfoliating, waxing, plucking, scrubbing and moisturising is a minute you don’t spend (say) reading up on current affairs. If I look at the “beauties” and automatically assume them to be vacuous, shallow and a little bit thick, I’m probably not far off the mark. Since this is a TV game show, they’ve chosen the most extreme bimbettes – just as the geeks are fashion-clueless and socially awkward, with no room in their brains for anything beyond physics and Star Trek.
Forget everything you think you know. Forget the context in which you’ve heard this song so many times. Forget whether you love it or hate it. Forget every preconception and belief you have about this song, close your eyes and just … drink it in.
With so little time to blog, posts can take days to compile. This time I thought I’d bring you along for the ride.
OK, so you remember the little joke about electronic musicians a few days back? I thought, “Hmmm. Why can’t it be the girl worryng her boyfiriend, instead?” Then it occurred to me that I didn’t know any female IDM acts. I figured I’d find a few.
As usual lately, there’s no time to go into too much detail, but Rupert Wyatt’s glossy sci-fi yarn is technically spotless, well-acted by all (including Andy Serkis in the virtual monkey suit, James Franco as the sympathetic human, and a near-unrecogniseable Tom Felton playing another sadistic bully. Continue reading →
Now available for pre-order is a side-by-side compilation of works by avant-garde composer Penderecki – probably best known for Threnody‘s inclusion in The Shining and The Children of Men – and Jonny Greenwood (yes, that bloke from Radiohead, who also did the soundtrack to There Will Be Blood).
This makes me feel so incredibly old. It’s not that it’s aping the 80s – we were aping the 80s back in the 90s, after all. Nope, it’s that it goes to such lengths to pretend to be from that unseemly decade, in all its mixtape-and-batwing-sleeves glory.
I figured a film about a teen assassin starring Saoirse Ronan, Eric Bana and Cate Blanchett was a pretty safe bet, but there are just too many credulity-stretching head-scratching moments for Hanna to be any good.