Nothing is Sacred, the World is Ending, yada yada....
It's bad enough that we have to see Steve Martin try to take on the Pink Panther legacy, but news of a remake of "
Every Which Way But Loose" starring The Rock is more than I can bear. Why not Tom Cruise in "Citizen Kane?" Jennifer Love Hewitt in "Breakfast at Tiffany's?" Vince Vaughn in "Psycho" (oops)?
If there is a God, He will arrange for Clint Eastwood to take The Rock out back of the 'shed for a little chat...
American Idol
I think I speak for every thinking person in America when I say that the first week of American Idol is TV nirvana. Screw Masterpiece Theatre and CSPAN. When TV was first invented, this is exactly what what's his name had in mind.
The first week is that rare combination of circus freak show, talent show, scantily clad women, complete dorks, travel channel (hey, I got to see what Gainsville looked like. And I am noticing a slight but incredibly interesting change in hotel conference rooms in each region. Aaaa, America, your beauty is wide and deep), angry parents and relatives who are so deluded by their little angel that they can't see how much they suck and the people trying to become the next William Huong (spelling?) by impressing America with their ability to be both tone deaf and entertaining in a creepy sort of way. And some skinny color commentator. And let's not forget the underlying sexual tension between Paula and Simon and Randy.
I will lose interest when they actually start singing for real. But for now, throw away the controller and get out of the way. There maybe a 300 pound man about to mime out Kenny rogers tunes while wearing a pink tutu.
