#104 Back to the future

In case you missed it, Monday was 'the future.'

*sigh* Oh to still be a child of the eighties convinced that right now we'd be Tony Stark.

#102 Seaweed

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#088 Ride me inside me it's supertight.

Pop starlet Jackie Q (the character Rose Byrne plays in her new comedy Get Him To The Greek)'s new ridiculously oversexualised and over the top comedic modern pop pisstake 'Supertight'

Bahahaha man I love Rose Byrne.

#074 Eat da poo poo

Oh dear. It seems the misinterpretation of homo's has reached new levels with the Ugandan hate campaign to outlaw ALL homosexual acts. Which of course, always involve eating poo apparently.

I know this should be making me angry, but the sheer ridiculousness of it all, and an African accent bearing Pastor repeatedly using the phrase 'Eat da poo poo', is too much for me to handle haha (I'm guessing he hasn't seen Two girls one cup.)

See the disturbingly sad and misguided doco Missionaries of Hate here

(Surely there's an eat da poo poo dubstep remix already...)

#059 Notre Jour Viendra

Not surprisingly after a constant stream of undercurrently dark music clips, the anticipation for Romain Gavras' debut feature film has him buzzed as the next big thing. Already from the teaser you can tell there's that dark, uneasy rawness teamed with amazing cinematography that he's become so well known for.

Notre Jour Viendra (Our Morning will come) was originally named Redheads (Oh god not again with the Gingers Rom) with a sales synopsis that reads :

"What do you do when you're a red-haired teenage loser with no friends except for an older guy, your shrink? When everyone hates you, especially your family? When all your peers make fun of you and kick you around? The answer: you and your loser buddy blow all the cash you can get your hands on to buy a sportscar, you dress smart and you head for the land of redheads, Ireland. But what starts off as a search for an ideal, gradually escalates into a rampage of hate, violence and self-destruction."

*rubs hands together*

(Maybe not worksafe if you work for psycho's/a government department, there's boobies.)

#044 Wanna see some Michael Jackson moves?

1984 in New Zealand, I'd just been given my first stonewash denim jacket (only to lose it at a blue light disco) and while the rest of the world tried to emulate the dance moves of one Michael Jackson, we too had our cardboard boxes and lino thrown down rewinding the moves of our homegrown MJ - The guy from the Poi-e video.

After being back in NZ for less than a week, mid-grieving about leaving Sydney, I finally went to see Boy and after being hit with Poi-e in the opening credits, I realised it was exactly the 88 minutes of slap in the face 'roots bro roots' therapy I needed.

Taika's new remixed vid (cut and sliced in a day) with scenes from the original Patea Maori club clip and Boy is the perfect blend of 1980's NZ, , and with NZ Music month in full force, the challenge to try and get Poi-E back to No.1 in the NZ charts by christmas is in full force.
Crazy horses for life.

(Maybe this time we'll all learn the words instead of just going hard out at the "Poooooi-eeeee" bit.)