Princess Pickle (AKA “Noise Unit”) is sick again, so I’ve been stuck with this pink, fluffy limpet squeaking indignantly any time I try to remove her from my lap. Without the use of my arms (or legs, or lap for that matter), I had only one option: television. And not any television, either. Trash television.
It’s like the ultimate comfort food – a gloopy guilty pleasure that is sinfully satisfying. I first indulged in three episodes of The Vampire Diaries (season 4) before trying to find out when 90210 was coming back for a fifth season. I was annoyed to find out it was already halfway through, and not on 4 On Demand, so it was a very big, guilty-pleasure relief to find that Netflix has the whole of the first season, which I’d never seen. Continue reading →
It’s not actually that easy to make a decent comedy, since few of them really make me laugh. I sat stony-faced through The Wedding Crashers, was barely amused by The Hangover, and plain didn’t getNapoleon Dynamite. I therefore had low hopes for yet another time-travel comedy.
Hot Tub Time Machine is self-explanatory: a jacuzzi at a ski resort transports loser Adam (John Cusack), his friends Nick (Craig Robinson) and Lou (Rob Corddry) and nephew Jacob back to 1986. They interpret this as an invitation to improve their future lives, despite warnings from mysterious pool mechanic Chevy Chase. It’s basically Back to the Future with Harold and Kumar humour – with Jacob (Clark Duke) as the one panicking that he’ll never be born. Continue reading →
Some of these clips of great comedy about video games are a lot of fun (most of them are barred to the UK), but they often don’t reflect the reality of a household where both of you are gamers. For example, Christian Finnegan talks about arguments, and the tradition of how people tend to keep bringing up past rows over and over and how they’re never really settled.
In our house, both being gamers, we know when an argument has reached a Checkpoint, which keeps things refreshingly linear. We’ve made too much progress to start the whole thing from scratch, so you just have to put up with whatever dialogue choices you’ve made to that point and keep moving forward. Trying to revisit a previous argument is as futile as trying to go back to the previous level, only to find that the door is barred behind you. Tough s***, sucker! You should have picked up the Achievement Points the first time around. Continue reading →
OK, I don’t really have a lot to say about this show, except that I’m confused when people tell me that they’re not watching it.
I mean, come on: it’s not that much of a hard sell. A relatively good-looking sports coach hits on hard times and finds work as a male prostitute to bored housewives in order to make ends meet. It’s basically Nip/Tuck without the surgery, or Desperate Housewives with … uh … more desperation.
What I like about it is the characterisation. The protagonist and his bookish, nerdy pimp are extremely likeable – but the supporting characters are just as fascinating. There’s the totally amoral life coach who might be his ticket to success. There’s his refreshingly un-pretty twin children – moody teenagers of which one is a sexually-confused goth and the other a sulking girl with at least a hint of feistiness. However ridiculous the tofu-eating poetry-reading female “pimp” is, she never loses our sympathy – which leaves us with a show in which a story essentially about sex is almost every time a morality tale about the virtues of friendship in the modern age.
It’s not Spooks good, but it’s one of the best things on at the moment, which makes it worth your while.