March 26, 2012
AKB48 and the Pop Culture Hive Mind

Hello faithful readers/people who saw this post pop up on Twitter!

This is the first of what I’m hoping will be many articles that chronicle my descent into the strange strange world of Japanese popular culture. If all goes as planned, you should be able to track the gradual degradation of my sanity through the increasingly manic nature of each entry. But I shouldn’t get ahead of myself just yet. I’ve barely even begun! 

I think I had been in Japan for about four hours before I first heard about AKB48, the mythic pop group that dominates the cultural consciousness here. “If your students ever ask you what music you like, just say either The Beatles, Michael Jackson, or AKB48. Everyone knows them. Everyone.”

Wiser words have never been spoken. Right away, the first person I met in my town asked me what famous current Japanese people I knew, and after saying the traditional “Ken Watanabe, Hayao Miyazaki, and Ichiro” response, I decided to go for broke: “and also AKB48.” He lost it. “YOU KNOW AKB48? すごいですね!* Everyone loves them here.” Even in this tiny inaka town (there are about 5000 people living here, we have no real public transport to speak of, and some families don’t have full-fledged internet), AKB48 had made its mark.

Really, AKB48 has achieved a type of pop culture saturation that is unrivalled by any western musician. Sure, Adele’s music is pretty inescapable (I like “Rolling in the Deep” just as much as the next person, but did I really need to hear it at least once every hour this past summer?) and Lady Gaga has one of the most recognizable faces on the planet (even if it was decked out in a beard of insects to make a statement about the treatment of transgendered people), but do either of them have their own store in the Japanese equivalent of Times Square? Can you name a pop performer who puts on a show every.single.day (I’m excluding Broadway talent simply because most of them aren’t household names. Sorry, theater nerds.)? Does any contemporary artist have three different TV shows that air every week? AKB48 has become ubiquitous in Japanese culture, a real J-Pop juggernaut (J-Poppernaut?) that dominates the airwaves, both radial and televisual. Even adults can’t get enough of those crazy dancing and singing girls.

So what exactly is AKB48, you ask? It is, according to the Guinness Book of World Records, the “Largest Pop Group on Earth.” And this title is well-earned.

I refuse to post the original music video of this song. Go look it up yourself!

There are currently 54 members of the main group with 23 extra trainees/understudies waiting in the wings, if the group’s website is to be believed (I worry something was lost in translation on it, as the numbers don’t quite add up with the Wikipedia numbers, but oh well). Originally, the “48” part of their name represented the forty-eight members of the group, but because of their insane popularity, membership was expanded while their name, which had already become a recognizable brand throughout the country, stayed the same, rendering the number meaningless. As a result, there’s no real sense of individuality or specialness within the group. Granted, the main group is split into three different mini-teams (Teams A, K, and B, of course! And the trainees make up the unfortunately bland “Team 4,” clearly getting the short end of the spirit stick.) and each of these mini-teams has its own captain, but as far as I can tell, there is no real distinction amongst the members. They are all part of this pop monstrosity together. In case you need any further evidence of the interchangeability of the team members, the group routinely holds contests to determine who will be the lead singers on AKB’s next single. What sort of contest, you ask? Rock, Paper, Scissors (I could seriously write another article detailing the prevalence of that game as a problem-solving method in this country. It’s everywhere. I imagine business negotiations using it.).

Here’s the winner of a recent Jan-Ken-Po tournament, reacting in a completely normal way.

I honestly can’t imagine a starker contrast to the western conception of the pop star. American culture in particular tends to celebrate the power of the exceptional individual. We attach ourselves to the narrative of these people, we become invested in their lives, we buy gossip magazines chronicling their upskirts, sexploitations, and prostitute-purchasing misadventures. We want to learn about how Taylor Swift, Adele, or Katy Perry took a bad break-up and turned it into a best-selling single or how Lady Gaga was once the quiet girl at the back of her NYU class before becoming the meat-wearing, in-egg-living monolith we know today. We want to hear about the strength and determination of these people because that is what we as a society tend to value. We believe that if we were to work as hard as these people, we too could attain financial success and cultural ubiquity. It’s the inevitable extrapolation of the American Dream, where a person can make millions by working hard at something they love to do.

Even during the 90s, the glory days of boy bands and pop girl groups, you still got a sense of the individuals in the group. Sure, they did all the same synchronized moves and no one really had solo songs in the group, but you still got a sense of their individual personalities. This sense, the idea that one of them was the “bad boy” or the “sporty” one or the “artistic one,” made each member basically irreplaceable. I’m not particularly well-versed in the history of boy bands (middle school was the height of my “only movie soundtracks and scores” phase. Sooooo awkward.), but I can’t think of a group that actually replaced a single member, much less multiples, and retained their popularity. And as my friend Karina, card-carrying feminist and noted Angela Carter reader, pointed out to me, “with the Backstreet Boys, per se, everyone knew each one of the members’ names and image… You could get a poster of Nick Carter or A.J. or Brian [by themselves],” simultaneously raising a very good point on the nature of the 90s boy band and demonstrating far more knowledge of the B.B. (did they ever call themselves that?) than I could ever hope to have. This is the reason why these members could eventually work towards solo careers. Not everyone turned out to be Justin Timberlake, who seems to have thrown pop stardom away in favor of starring in mostly tepid movies and occasionally revitalizing SNL, but at least they all had a shot at it.

AKB48, on the other hand, emphasizes the power of the collective and the replaceable nature of its team members. Can you not keep up with the group’s hectic schedule (and these girls do work their asses off. Daily performances, three TV shows, and studio recording is part of the everyday routine)? Are you injured? Are you just getting old and losing your popularity? The group has Team 4 to fall back on. At any point in time, they can pull you out and pop in a replacement like a fresh battery. No one is essential. When I ask students who their favorite member of AKB48 is, they either respond with a laundry list of names or simply say which team they prefer, unless I speak to a student who really knows their AKB48. Consequently, whenever students ask me who I like, I usually respond with, “They have names?”

Once you get past the INSANE introduction, the name of this song translates to “Ponytail and Scrunchie.” Seriously.

Now, there are, as always, exceptions to this idea of faceless anonymity. When the group was first conceived, there was an online petition to get a waitress named Mariko Shinoda who worked at Akihabara Theater (later renamed the AKB Theater) an audition for the group. She was successful and became one of the group’s most popular members. She has since gone on to become a singer, actress, model, and television host (seriously?! Japan works its celebrities so hard!). She proved that it is possible to differentiate yourself from the herd, it’s just incredibly difficult.

But there are also incidents of intense strangeness that reiterate just how replaceable the members are. Last year, the group’s manager announced that a new member named Aimi Eguchi would be joining them.

Here she is, boys! Here she is, world!

After stoking the fires of fandom with news about this incredible new member (including a featured article/portrait in the skeezy Japanese magazine, Weekly Playboy), it was finally revealed that she didn’t actually exist. In a real life example of that boring Al Pacino movie that I somehow ended up seeing twice (ugh), it turned out that Aimi Eguchi was actually a CGI composite of several different AKB48 members created to sell candy for the Ezaki Glico Company, the makers of Pocky (!!!). The company was able to pick and choose which parts of which members were most attractive and bring them together to form the “perfect” pop idol (Mariko Shinoda’s mouth was actually selected. Good for her.). No single member (or even real person) was deemed attractive or good enough to represent this candy company.

The truth comes out.

And on top of all this, Japan seems to be collectively jumping on the bandwagon. There are AKB48 branches/sister groups sprouting up in cities all over Japan. There’s SKE48 (centered in Nagoya), NMB48 (based in Osaka),HKT48 (from Fukuoka), and SDN48 (also from Tokyo, but this is the “Adults Only” group). My students told me which of these groups is the most attractive as well (a word of advice: SKE48 is great, but stay away from HKT48. They are かわくない!**). But much like the Indiana Jones movies, nothing compares to the original. There’s no sense of AKB48 slowing down. In fact, it was recently announced that the group is going to have its very own anime released sometime this year, ensuring that they will burrow even further into the Japanese consciousness, like that weird robot thing from The Matrix that climbed into Keanu Reeves’s belly button. And given the fact that they can continually replace the old members (via a delightfully euphemistic “graduation ceremony”), producer Yasushi Akimoto may have created a pop culture perpetual motion device, one that can adapt to the times and change its image without people fully realizing it, simply because it has no identity of its own.

Their first single. They were so young and innocent then. They still are, but they aren’t the same girls.

*-すごいですね!- A common Japanese usually translated as “Isn’t that amazing?!”

**-かわくない!- “They are not cute,” which is about as cruel as the Japanese get.

-Kyle

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Post-script: If it sounds like I’m going to spend my time with these articles dumping on Japanese culture, I apologize. That’s not my intention at all. I love Japanese culture. Why else would I be here? I don’t even hate AKB48. I find elements of the group (notably their portrayal of sexuality) to be very troubling, but I also find them to be a fascinating reflection of the Japanese mentality. Also, “Heavy Rotation” (the first video I posted in this article) is a real catchy pop song. Seriously. Listen to it and try to not get it stuck in your head.

January 3, 2012
Cultural Resolutions

‘Bout time, eh? Sorry about the ridiculously long hiatus, folks. At least it wasn’t a “Third Season of Avatar: The Last Airbender“-esque hiatus. I guess it was closer to a “mid-third season of Lost” hiatus. More irritating than ridiculously lengthy. 

So, in the spirit of the New Year, new beginnings, and, as Lucille Bluth would say, “a whole new set of lies,” I’m going to kick off this post by saying that I plan on regularly contributing to good ol’ Omni (as his friends call him). No longer will I sit idly by and let my important thoughts on popular culture simply waste away in my noggin. Instead, I’m going to get back in the habit (just like Whoopi Goldberg in Sister Act II!!!) of actually posting here. Look forward to it!

Now, here’s a list of the things I hope to accomplish pop culturally in the next year. Nothing like setting goals that are both totally attainable and conducive to my lazy desires.

1) Breaking Bad- I know, I know. It’s pretty damn embarrassing that I still haven’t watched this. For some reason, the prospect of starting a new TV show is often so daunting to me that I can’t muster the energy to get the ball rolling. This show in particular never held any interest for me, despite that fact that every critic/snooty television viewer has been singing its praises since it started. It stars the dad from Malcolm in the Middle. Do you really expect me to take this seriously? But finally, after four years of unending fervor, I’m finally taking the plunge. Locking it down. Starting it up. This final bit needs more unnecessarily mixed metaphors.

Edit: Just finished the second episode of first season. This show owns me now. So glad I have no idea what’s going to happen in it.

2) Saga- Hooray! Brian K. Vaughn is finally writing comics again!!! The man behind Y: The Last Man and The Runaways took a ton of time off to go be some kinda big-shot television writer (that’s where the real glory is, after all). And while I would argue that his stint on Lost was the absolute peak of the show (late season 3 to the end of season 5), the comic world has missed him dearly. BUT, he’s coming back and his new project looks awesome. The guy himself described it as Star Wars meets Game of Thrones, so it’s not like he’s setting the bar particularly high for himself. Now if only I could figure out how to get issues mailed to Japan.

3) Prometheus- Yes, yes. We all know The Dark Knight Rises is supposed to be the high point of summer movie fare. But between Bane’s imitation of the “Little Charlie’s Pizza Machine” (congrats to the three people who understand that reference) and that ridiculous moment in the trailer with the stadium and the guy outrunning the explosions and the bad CGI and questionable physics and the whole “that was probably supposed to be really impressive, but it just looks stupid,” not to mention the fact that apparently Gotham’s football is just the Pittsburgh Steelers (come on Christopher Nolan! You didn’t even change their uniforms?!?), let’s just say that I’m tempering my expectations for that one. HOWEVER, holy crap, Prometheus looks awesome. I mean, look at it! Even if it doesn’t end up in the sci-fi pantheon like Alien/Aliens (which it’s clearly related to. I see you, Space Jockey chair), at least it’ll put a good sci-fi horror movie back in theaters. I just need to find a theater that will actually screen it in English. That’s actually more challenging than you might think.

4) Stand-up Comedy- If you’re not Louis C.K. or Patton Oswalt and you’re a stand-up comedian, odds are I have no clue who you are. This is another horribly embarassing pop culture blindspot I have that I’m intent on fixing. Any and all suggestions would be welcome (as long as they aren’t Dane Cook. That dude sucks.).

5) Japanese Pop Culture- As some followers of the blog know, I am currently teaching English in Japan. Pop culture here is as insane as we in the west think it is, if not moreso. Between the 8 different iterations of the 48-member girl pop group located throughout the country, the manga character whose superpower is ripping off parts of his face and feeding it to people, and whatever the hell this is, it is definitely… intriguing. And I want to know more about it. Expect some updates as I delve into this pop culture niche and subsequently lose my connection to reality.

Okay, that wasn’t so hard. I can definitely see this becoming a routine. In the mean time, if you feel so inclined, dear reader, post your pop culture resolutions so that I can blatantly steal them and claim them as my own.

-Kyle

August 16, 2011
The “Hail Mary Phenomenon”

So I recently finished watching Twin Peaks for the first time. Nothing like coming to an early 90s party 20 years too late, right? Now I know that the show has had a great deal of praise and criticism heaped on it over the years and of course, the show definitely deserves both. Just about everything involving Laura Palmer, Special Agent Dale Cooper (Haverford’s greatest fictional alum. Sorry Russel Crowe in State of Play, but Kyle Maclachlan wins), and Bob is pretty awesome. But a lot of the stuff around it wasn’t nearly as compelling and while David Lynch and Mark Frost may have intended for the murder to gradually sink into the background as the lives of the town people became more important, nothing else could hold a candle to it. Except this, which is easily one of the best scenes in the show (sorry for the kooky aspect ratio, but with Youtube, you takes what you can gets).

But I digress. As disinterested as I became in Twin Peaks (and it gets really dire once they reveal who killed Laura), I forced myself through it. Through the “James Hurley leaves town to reenact The Postman Always Rings Twice in the stupidest way possible” storyline. Through the “Dale Cooper’s archnemesis likes to dress up in mustaches” and the “Super Nadine goes to high school” and the “Heather Graham comes to town and is the most beautiful woman ever.” It’s as bad as it sounds. I almost quit out of frustration.

But then, the finale. Holy crap, that finale. I don’t think anything on TV (much less network TV) has been that strange or that alienating. David Lynch, probably the only person who really knew how to make the show, came back, managed to pull the entire thing out of the frying pan, and then threw it into whatever the nightmarish Lynchian version of a fire is. It’s an incredible episode of TV. No, it’s an incredible hour of anything.

So now, I’m going to turn the article around. Other Omnivosaurs and followers of  Omnivosaurs: what are other parts of a work of pop culture that make up for the weaker whole? A single issue of a comic book or a song on a lackluster album? An outstanding scene in a mediocre movie or an excellent episode of TV? Let the inner light move you as it did Dale Cooper. Share your favorite pop culture “Hail Mary.”

-Kyle

July 16, 2011
“Community” and Rubber Band Reality

Wow. It’s been a while.

So a few weeks ago, The A.V. Club posted a series of articles chronicling an interview with the showrunner of NBC’s Community, Dan Harmon. Over the course of four separate pieces, they went through every.single.episode of the show’s second season and Harmon critiqued them and illuminated the creative process behind the show. If you are an ardent Community fan like myself, then the articles are definitely worth your time.  It’s fascinating to see a showrunner talk so openly about his work, discussing the character he likes to write for the most (Britta), the character he has the hardest time understanding (Shirley, and it shows), and eventually going so far as to blast some episodes as failures (though I can’t believe he says that about the season finale, which I thought was a solid cap to the numerous storylines the show had been juggling).

Perhaps the most interesting element of the articles is Harmon’s discussion of the balance between the more outrageous elements in the show and actual character development that the writers attempt to achieve. He cleverly refers to it as the “Jeff-and-Britta-Fucking Question,” in a reference to the show’s first season spectacular, “Modern Warfare,” an episode that fused action movie tropes with the culmination of the occasionally irritating but normally entertaining will-they-won’t-they couple. Because they wanted to expand the show’s universe in the second season, they needed to find these human elements that would act as an anchor to the craziness of the plot.

Of course, this isn’t a new idea. It’s something that The Simpsons writers would call “Rubber Band Reality.” They had developed their characters and the world of Springfield enough that they could have something as outrageous as Bart adopting an elephant for an episode and still be able to pull off something as melancholic and meditative as Homer meeting his mother for the first time in thirty years, only to have her leave soon after. The show maintained this balancing act for an incredibly long time before it gave way to its more cartoonish leanings and became far less effective. The Simpsons Movie (as well as a few recent episodes of the show) attempted to right this balance (Marge taping over the wedding video is a pretty beautiful moment), but the show still errs on the side of farcical cartoon (that beautiful moment that was undercut by an earlier scene of Marge and Homer undressing with the help of woodland creatures), often at the cost of this emotional honesty.

The problem is clear: once the rubber band that holds the two concepts together snaps, it’s nearly impossible to fuse it together. For another example, take a look at The Office. For a show originally based in realism, it has become increasingly contrived (driving a car into a lake? Really?) and less interested in being honest towards its characters (so no one except Oscar and Michael shows up to Pam’s art show, but the entire workforce attends Andy’s production of Sweeney Todd? Come on.). And now, I have come to view that show as that half-hour chore that is on between Parks and Recreation and 30 Rock.

And don’t even get me started on the remarkably inconsistent mess that is Glee. Ignoring character contradictions, dropped plotlines and songs that barely relate to what is actually occurring onscreen, this show can’t even establish a vaguely coherent world for these pubescent blobs of vaguely drawn archetypes to inhabit. Sorry Glee, but you can’t have both plotlines about a school’s financial cutbacks and a song-and-dance number that takes place in an enormous pool of water on the school stage. I’d cut that club’s funding immediately too. And while I’m at it, leave “Singin’ in the Rain” alone.

So I worry about Community. Granted, its rubber band stretches farther than that of The Office, so its audience can handle a zombie invasion set to ABBA one week and a contemplative and somber take on a bar trip the next (I’m pretty certain “Mixology Certification” was my favorite episode of TV last season) and not feel as though the show is being schizophrenic or betraying itself. But because it stretches itself farther, there is a far greater chance that the rubber band will simply break and Community will descend into what shall be referred to as “The Pit o’ Wackiness,” where Troy and Abed will actually go into space and Shirley will attend a new church that is frequented by real life vampires. Or something. Even though I enjoyed it, the season finale is the closest the show has come to falling into this trap. If they hadn’t established the characters as well as they had, moments like Annie and Abed making out amidst a deluge of orange paint wouldn’t have worked at all. So it’s to their credit that they were able to pull off such an act.

As long as Harmon and his writers continue searching for the “Jeff-and-Britta-Fucking” of every experimental (I hate using the word “gimmick”) episode, they can steer clear of it. But as the show continues (for years and years! Right, NBC?!) and the writers continue to explore the same relationships, that rubber band is going to lose its elasticity and Harmon and his writers are going to have to decide which direction they want the show to go, unless they work on fundamentally changing and developing those relationships. The heart of The Simpsons was the Homer-Lisa relationship (stop this the moment some horrible John Mayer song starts… stupid tribute videos), but once the writers started leaning on the “the bumbling father doesn’t understand his genius daughter” story too much, it stopped being effective and both characters became caricatures of themselves (the devolution of Lisa Simpson might actually be fodder for a future article). I guess to sum it up, you can avoid the Pit O’ Wackiness for a while, but eventually, even with the most careful planning, you will steer a little too close to it and slip in.  If it sounds like I’m being too harsh on Community, it’s only because I expect great things from it, more so than other TV shows. They’ve done a great job so far. I have faith in them.

And on a final note, fuck you Emmy Voters for not honoring this show at all. At the very least, give Donald Glover some attention. Are Jon Cryer or the four actors from Modern Family (Four?!?! Jesus) really that much better than him? No. No, they aren’t. And where was the Christmas episode for animation? Ridiculous. 

-Kyle

June 14, 2011

Presenting: the four stages of experiencing the Real Steel trailer for the first time; a photo-journalism portfolio (Real Steel is a movie starring Hugh Jackman about robot boxing matches that is not a joke or parody or funny prank played by a studio executive).

Photos starring Kyle. My reactions were pretty much the same, but no one was around to photograph them.

Also, did everyone watch this week’s Game of Thrones yet? My copy of the episode cut out thirty seconds before the end but I assume nothing too crazy happened. I’ll probably be fine jumping right back in next week. (Just kidding: Rest in Peace, Walker’s attempts to predict the plot of Game of Thrones.) Also, I would definitely watch a spin-off show about two hapless neat-freak peasants who are forced (due to feudalism; not funny) to clean up the huge messes left after the beheadings that seem to occur weekly on this show (Game of Beheadings, coming 2012).

-Walker

June 4, 2011
Approaching Archer

I grew up on the James Bond movies, a fact that probably explains my desire to travel the world, my fantasies of defeating evil Soviet villains, and my penchant for horrible sexual puns. Plenty O’Toole, indeed. But in all honesty, I’ve come to enjoy just about all of them, from the legitimate greatness of something like From Russia With Love to the incredible cheese that is Moonraker (It’s Roger Moore… as James Bond… in space!).

Of course, James Bond has gone through a bit of an identity crisis lately. After the abomination that is Die Another Day (who would have thought that an invisible car and a prolonged Madonna cameo would backfire?), the long-running film franchise was rebooted with Casino Royale. Then the series suffered a backslide in the form of Quantum of Solace, a weak attempt to ape the success of that whole Jason Bourne trilogy, a film series people have come to view as “more successful” than James Bond. Here’s hoping the next installment can solve these problems and figure out what exactly makes Bond great (though without Martin Campbell in the director’s chair, I’m a bit worried). Now don’t get me wrong, I love Royale as much as everyone, but even that movie has its flaws: namely the fact that it just isn’t as fun as the series can be. Apparently, the occasionally cringe-inducing but normally enjoyable wit of James Bond got lost in the shuffle of the reboot. Shame.

Thank God for Archer! For those who don’t know it, Archer is the perfect trifecta of things that I enjoy: spies, bizarre comedy, and animation. It’s a show that could only exist in our mash-up era culture, a time when the pitch of “James Bond meets Arrested Development” can be seen as marketable. And it’s brilliant.

See, James Bond is a ridiculously easy target to tear apart. It legitimately takes no effort. He’s corny, and to quote his superior, he’s “a sexist, misogynist dinosaur, a relic of the Cold War.” He’s very much a product of his time period and most attempts to move him beyond that have not been very successful. Even Goldeneye, the most successful of the post-Cold War, pre-reboot days (aka the “Pierce Era”), exists in the shadow of the USSR. Just look at the opening credits, which involve scantily-clad women destroying statues of Communist figures. He’s someone who can’t really exist outside of that particular context.

But to deconstruct that figure, reveal his sorts of insecurities, make them funny, and still manage to have the occasional exciting spy adventure the way that Archer does? Or to reimagine Moneypenny as a sex-crazed trust fund-financed brat? Or Q as the most demented mad scientist this side of Jeff Goldblum in The Fly? Or M as the ultimate Oedipal mother figure? And have all of that be successful? Baby, you got a stew goin’. 

And to combine this idea with the sort of humor people associate with something like Arrested Development (complicated character relationships, clever wordplay, dense callbacks, and of course, a slight sprinkling of potential incest) is nothing short of genius. It breathes new life into the spy genre, modernizing a lot of the spy genre and giving that decrepit “James Bond” figure his mojo back. Of course, it also helps that Archer appears to exist in some strange universe where the Cold War never ended but technology has still developed in certain areas, but that’s the subject of another article. This one has gone on too long. 

Um… in conclusion, give Archer a shot, I guess. Just a tip.

-Kyle

May 29, 2011
Bridesmaids Successfully Builds a Better Mousetrap

Okay, not really.

I liked Bridesmaids, the Kristen Wiig-vehicle that is supposed to be the ingenious fusion of the chick flick and Judd Apatow’s gross-out aesthetic, the definitive proof that women are funny, and possibly the Second Coming (take a shot every time the blog features Rapture-based humor).

Here’s the rub, though: it’s not these things. Let me clarify: it’s a funny movie, especially one that undoubtedly sent shivers up the spines of every NBCUniversal executive (at least until they realized they could just market it as The Hangover— for ladies ). Kristen Wiig showed she’s better than those repetitive characters they force her to keep trotting out on SNL (I’ve come to bury Gillie, definitely not to praise her): she’s actually a pretty hilarious actress who deserves more attention.

Perhaps more importantly, it’s unfair that it has these (ultimately unattainable) expectations attached to it. No one was waiting for The Hangover to demonstrate that men could be funny (for the record, I really don’t get why so many people worship at the altar of that movie… it’s kinda funny, but really?!), so why do people need these constant reminders that women can be funny? Has Lucille Ball faded from our cultural memory? Do people not remember that Elaine Benes walked away with more than her fair share laughs on Seinfeld? Does no one watch Amy Poehler, Rashida Jones, and Aubrey Plaza on Parks and Recreation? Seriously, watch Parks.  TV has numerous examples of funny women (and look, I didn’t even have to mention Tina Fey!), so why don’t the movies?

Fine. I’m putting the soapbox away. I guess what Bridesmaids does best is prove to the people who make movies that movies based around female characters who aren’t “married to their job” or desperately searching for “Mr. Right” while careening down the track towards Spinsterville can find an audience and make money. It demonstrates that the chick flick doesn’t need to reheat the meat left on the poor 22-year-old desiccated carcass of When Harry Met Sally in order to pack people into megaplexes across the country. Bridesmaids isn’t the grand reinvention of female-driven movies, but rather a indication to Hollywood that they can have their perfect wedding cake and eat it too (nothing like ending an article with a cute, if vague quip that’s tacitly related to the subject at hand): yes, you can tell a story about a fully-formed, funny (yet potentially unlikable!) female character and still somehow get people to pay for it. It’s not the Second Coming, but rather one of the signs that it’s about to take place (take another shot).

-Kyle

May 25, 2011
Getting to know you (referring to me)

So I figure I had better make your acquaintance quick, before the blog takes off without me. This is my chance to let you know a bit about me and what sorts of entries to expect from me, isn’t it?

Okay, an important disclaimer right off the bat: I know next to nothing about music, so I’ll be steering clear of that for the most part. Okay, acknowledged the tone deaf elephant in the room. Now on to the fun stuff.

Things I’ve Been Known to Enjoy

1. Jurassic Park- I take an inordinate amount of pride in my dinosaur knowledge.
2. 90s Sci-Fi/Fantasy Shows- My love for The X-Files and Buffy knows no bounds.
3. Buster Keaton
4. The work of Kurt Vonnegut 
5. Daisy Steiner
6. Film Noir and Hardboiled Literature- Raymond Chandler owns a piece of my soul
7. Occasionally understanding bizarre British slang
8. Final Fantasy (until recently, that is)
9. Revisiting all the things I enjoy over and over again to make sure I get everything I can out of them (even if it means listening to that DVD commentary on that Simpsons episode ten times)
10. Saag Paneer

I also have two double-jointed thumbs.

Feel free to give me some feedback on my articles, too (since I’m basically just copying Walker wholesale anyway). I apologize if this initial post comes off strangely. Pilots are notoriously difficult.

-Kyle

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