Let’s All Puke With the Pussycat Dolls
March 16, 2009

A few weeks ago, I discovered that A.R. Rahman’s Academy-Award-winning song, “Jai Ho,” was reworked.  With the Pussycat Dolls.  That’s terrible.

Fortunately (?), the fun didn’t stop there.  The Pussycat Dolls have made have a video accompaniment to their musical crapsterpiece.  If you’re curious to know what it’s like to barf simultaneously from your eyes and ears, you can watch it here.  I’m not going to embed it, firstly because you can’t  embed the Youtube version (thankfully), but mostly because I don’t want my blog to get the Pussycat Dolls’ strain of the clap.  Consider yourself warned, though, because seriously:


I think this video needs to be preserved in a cultural time capsule so that future generations can know what it looks like to profoundly sell out.  I’m not certain who’s worse in this situation.  Is it the Pussycat Dolls for turning there sad bid for a few more moments of relevance into a nightmare ad for a cellphone, or A.R. Rahman for willingly appearing in this train-wreck of truly epic proportions?

D: Both.  Obviously.

The only solution to this toxic mess is to take away A.R. Rahman’s Oscar and lock the Pussycat Dolls in that train station.  Forever.

Thanks (I think?) to Videogum for dropping this mess in our laps.

A.R. Rahman is One Step Closer to Becoming the Cuba Gooding Jr. of Best Song Oscar Winners
February 24, 2009

I may be profoundly unimpressed with the ridiculous Slumdog Millionaire sweep (Best Editing?  Really?), but I’m not such a crotchety bitch that I can’t recognize credit where credit is due, and I can fully admit that the end of Slumdog is innocuous and sweet:

There’s also something kinda creepy in a cultural-fetishization/imperialization sort of way, what with a movie about growing up in the slums of Mumbai being written and directed by two white men from the UK, but whatever.  I’d be inclined to complain about how, if the Academy really felt so inclined to give Slumdog a Best Song win, they could’ve at least picked the better song, but “Jai Ho” is perfectly fine, the Oscars are over, and we can all move on with our lives, right?


Look at what I found on iTunes today:


Ugh, Just Stop It, Slumdog Millionaire
February 4, 2009

When the Slumdog Millionaire trailer came out, I cried (don’t judge me!  Sigur Ros used in trailers has that effect on me!!).  When I saw the movie, I cried some more.  Whatever.  I have a nougat-soft sentimental side, and I liked the movie.  These things happen.  But then this happened, and this too, and it’ll probably happen again, and I’ve started to cry for a different reason.slumdog-millionaire-fl-021

It’s not that I hated the movie or am trying to jump on some backlash bandwagon.  Fine, Slumdog Millionaire, you’re this year’s Little Miss Sunshine/Juno.  You’re safe for mass consumption yet just edgy and international enough to make people feel like they’re broadening their horizons.  Neat.  But now you’ve gone too far, and you MUST be stopped.


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