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OMG el vez’ PiL perversion of Feliz Navidad just came on. God, the El Vez Xmas album is my all time favorite.

A twofer at the mighty WFMU blog.

It seems increasingly likely we are gonna have a power outage.

Man, this is shaping up to be quite a windstorm. The cats wanted out after tanking up on Christmas catnip and spent a frantic five minutes freaking out in the yard as large things flew and tumbled by them. They are now safe inside, even though the dog managed to eat on of their christmas gifts already.

We caught The Muppets tonight. The film bears thematic relationships to The Artist, and it is of course a musical (with, it dawned on me as I listened, many of the original songs by Bret McKenzie of Flight of The Conchords). Growing up with the show on TV (and Kermit on Sesame Street), I was a definite fan. But the movies never really appealed to me very much, as is the case with Star Trek.

So, this film is pretty good, and I enjoyed it. But I would definitely suggest NOT watching it the day after The Artist. The films are in totally different leagues. I mean obviously. One’s a musical.

Trying to keep track of the movies we are aiming for this weekend.

Hugo
Muppets
Holmes
Tintin

Looks like The Muppets is the one to concentrate on since it is on the smallest number of screens.

Caught the contemporary silent “The Artist” tonight. Breathtaking. It is unclear to me if it should even be compared to original period silents, although it clearly begs to.

Haven’t sought out nerdtastic nitpick reviews citing year inappropriate props yet, but the film is such a labor of love it seems that such must inevitably be called into being. The structural perfection of the film is truly stunning. So, like, go see it before it disappears from big screens forever.

I suppose one should take it as advised that as soon as I read about the film it seemed very much as though someone had deliberately set out to make a film to appeal to me, and only to me. So it is likely I would have enjoyed the piece even if I felt it to be an amateurish hack job, which I do not. It is magnificent.

Acgh, I just cracked my left temple against a bookshelf corner hard enough to knock myself down and raise a golf-ball size lump.