This is the archive of tumbledry happenings that occurred on 28 August, 2005.
A bit ago, in a post called “Firsts,” I spoke of the first bottle of cologne I ever bought. I was cleaning out in preparation for moving, and look - here it is: a no-longer-sold Gap scent for men.
Control iTunes with Global Hotkeys - The lack of global hotkeys is a massive hole in iTunes. It’s good to see a program like this fill it. Personally, I use iTunesKeys: both are still being updated frequently.
This movie was so dirty. Holy man. I know I would have been squirming constantly if I had seen it near anybody 5 or more years older than myself. Or younger. Given that, it was relentlessly funny. The only issue with the humor was going into it expecting so much. I mean, this is Brick, in a starring role. It was one of those “i’m laughing but it might just be because I want to think this is funny things” at the beginning of the movie. Then, I stopped thinking of my expectations and just laughed.
The topic of sex is, of course, a cornucopia for humor. Unfortunately, the movie frequently had to crutch it’s way around, leaning on the inherent politically incorrect humor that sexually-charged jokes carry. Thank goodness there was some good physical comedy in there, too: our hero, Andy, flies through two billboards in a spectacular bike accident. Furthermore, as the film follows mornings at Andy’s house, the same “special effect” that was used in Anchorman is employed. I was only slightly ashamed at myself for laughing.
The sweetness of the movie, the gentle ending, the realistic portrayal of someone who is completely normal except for being a virgin, saves this movie from being another Old School. Certinaly, it’s just as funny, but has some staying power, too. That is, the horrendously dirty and the poignant coexist effectively.