What I like about the mobile app/game Draw Something isn’t the game. As a game it doesn’t make a lot of sense. Should I try to make it hard for my opponent to guess what I’m drawing? If I make it too hard, he won’t guess, and then neither of us gets a point. But if I make it really easy, then where’s the challenge for my opponent/collaborator? What exactly are we doing here? Continue reading Draw Something, Picasso-style
The DVD I currently have from Netflix is that of the BBC television show The Extras, Season 2, Disc 1. I’ve had this DVD sitting on my coffee table for weeks. I love this show, but every time I think I should go and watch it, something stops me.
That something is my hatred of pain. It hurts to watch this show, just as it hurts to watch episodes of the BBC’s The Office. The first time I tried to watch that program (programme?), I got about ten minutes in and had to stop. I liked the humor, but I winced every time Gervais’s character, David Brent, said anything awkward — which was about every 20 seconds. Eventually I got through the first episode, and somehow I built up a thick enough skin that I could enjoy the rest of the series.
I don’t watch the American version of The Office either, because I never could get started with it. If I could just get going I’d love it, but I have to steel myself.
I liked the first season of The Extras very much. Tonight I wanted to post something about it, and on YouTube I found the above clip from an episode I haven’t yet watched (because it’s sitting on my coffee table, spurned).
Here’s a funny thing: I watched about ten seconds of the clip and stopped it. Closed the browser window. My entire insides were wincing in embarassment. I know it’s going to be hilarious to see how it plays out — but can I stand it?
Still, I can’t keep that DVD forever. I’m going to get through at least one episode tonight, even if I have to pause the disc every few minutes and leave the room for a breather. Wish me luck.
UPDATE: I got 10:34 into the episode before having to pause and leave the room. This is episode 2 of Season 3 — the one excerpted above. I was pleased to be able to stand the bit with the guy asking for change, but next scene with Maggie asking for an autograph was awesome. I love her in proportion to how clueless she is. Funny, funny stuff, but relentless. OK, once more into the breach, my friends.
UPDATE #2: I fortified myself with a cocktail and made it through the rest of the episode. Which was awesome.
I like The Extras more than The Office because it retains that awareness of social taboos and hypocracy and adds awareness of the current star/celebrity culture, yet all the while allows the protagonist (Ricky Gervais’s character, Andy Millman) to be more sympathetic, kind of a tragic figure. In this second season in particular, he has traded in his integrity for a little bit of success, and Life does not let him forget it for a moment. There’s poignancy in his self-awareness of what he has done and how he has trapped himself: a pure tragedy in the classical sense.
Also, the show is damn funny. The guests each episode are awesome. Apparently, each one was a fan of the original Office, and each skewers his or her perceived image. This season started with Orlando Bloom as guest. I’m not a fan of Mr. Bloom — he was appropriately cool and efficient as Legolas in Lord of the Rings, but too girly for my tastes as Will Turner in the Pirates of the Caribbean series — but I like him so much more having seen how he carried himself here. It was like seeing a star make fun of himself on Saturday Night Live (back when I watched that show).
About this episode, I’d read previously that Gervais asked Bowie to write a song for the episode, something on the lines of "Life on Mars." Bowie responded some way that reminded Gervais what gall he had in asking for such a thing, but then came up with a Bowie-esque song that’s perfect.
And from that scene, the show goes on to one that is so sad, and even more right on the money.
No matter how hard I find it to sit through the wincing, terrible minutes, The Extras pays off every time.
And big props to Ricky Gervais for putting himself and every personal fear a show biz professional might have up front and center, every time. I know it’s a show, I know it’s not real, but that has got to hurt. It’s emotional boxing. And he’s the champ.
Continuing my highly-subjective countdown of the 25 best holiday songs. (See previous entry here.)
22. Blue Christmas (Ernest Tubb and His Texas Troubadours, Elvis Presley)
Elvis wasn’t the first person to sing "BlueChristmas." It was recorded by Ernest Tubb in 1948 and became a country standard.
Of course, there’s a reason why people think of the Elvis version. It’s because Elvis was amazing. ("Blue Christmas" starts at around 00:40 in this video.)
21. Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy (Bing Crosby & David Bowie)
This duet is terrific — well-arranged, wonderfully sung. It’s almost enough to make one ignore how ridiculous is the dialogue that these two had to wade through to get to the singing bit.
It has always bugged me that David Bowie supposedly doesn’t know who Big Crosby is ("poor relation from America"?), yet he knows that "White Christmas" is Bing’s signature song.
Still, the song is a pretty thing indeed.