No. “Tubthumping” is about more than just drinking, but it’s not a slam on drinking. Most of the band were themselves drinkers.
Here’s the scene from the movie. From what I can tell, the context is pretty much the same, twist aside.
Having seen none of them, I have to ask: Since diamonds don’t refract light into pink (It would be a White Panther, if anything), is the gem ultimately revealed as a fake?
Nope, not yet. Just this small local theater which always puts on phenomenal performances.
There are real, natural pink diamonds. A big one, the Princie, was just auctioned.
Well, with Aqualung it’s probably the people who think the song’s lyrics are “duhduh-duh-duh-DUHHH-duh” that are confused.
…y’mean like the big spotlights that were being waved around by the park crewmen? 
('course, that also brings up the questions of A) Why they were moving the raptor at night, B) If they had to do it at night, why they had such a dramatically inadequate lighting setup, and C) who were the guys who’s job it was to hold the flashlights, and who’s reaction to signs of trouble was to run up and start waggling the maglight through the cage bars. “Whazzat? Izzat him, Spike? You want the light here? Here’s some light! Look, a squirrel!” )
:eek: Just last night, I dug out my old vinyl album of the original cast of ‘Hair’ and played it! And now, I’m reading about the songs I listened to last night! Strange!
It’s a really old album, I bought it when it first came out, many many years ago. But I love all the songs as much as ever.
I swore I posted this, but I can’t find it.
I feel like a lot of people who criticize Scott Pilgrim (and, to be fair, probably a lot of people who think it’s soooo sweeeet) don’t really get that Scott and Ramona are supposed to be kind of terrible people. That’s not a flaw, that was the point. Scott is a loser asshole freeloading punk that somehow manages to have no self esteem and an overinflated ego simultaneously (and, in the comics, has literally revised history in his own mind to always make himself the hero even when he was an unrepentant bully). Ramona is a seriously messed up person using Scott for no reason other than to run away from her relationship problems – and in fact has used almost every guy she’s ever dated to do things for her until she grew tired of them. Neither of them give a fuck, or even really notice, when others around them have problems in general (such as Scott not even realizing that he hurt Knives).
The story isn’t “how Scott beats the bosses and wins the princess.” That’s just the framing story. It’s the story of how Scott narrowly averts becoming an Evil Ex himself, and how Ramona learns to treat others as something other than a means of escape or simply serving her own ends.
To be fair, the movie, pressed for time as it was, makes the character development of Ramona so subtle you really have to know what you’re looking for (it is there, but you have to really pay attention to lines like “you’re what I need right now”), so I can see where people got a Twilight-esque “why does Scott excuse this behavior and want her affection again?” vibe from it. It also fouled up the ending a little with the “power of self respect” thing – it sent the right message, but may have been a little too subtle that Scott was essentially realizing that by fighting Gideon for Ramona he was doing exactly the same thing Gideon did by assembling the Evil Exes to begin with – trying to win Ramona’s affection by beating up her boyfriend.
It’s not supposed to be a cute story about love and rescuing the princess. Nor is it supposed to be about a Manic Pixie Dream Girl rescuing some pathetic loser from his boring awkwardness. I’d call it a reconstruction of a romantic comedy (where Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is a deconstruction). It recognizes that, yes, these two people are horrible and fundamentally just using each other to get past their own personal issues regardless of what the other person needs or wants – but that’s okay, because when people need to they can recognize their flaws and better themselves.
Maybe you could say that that message is bad because oftentimes people don’t change and you can’t hope they’ll change in a relationship. That’s a valid point, but at least if you’re making it you understood what the hell actually happened.
I think the main problem with that film is the two lead actors couldn’t act their way out of a paper bag.
Who the heck plays AL at their wedding?
I thought the movie handled this well. The anonymity at the end is striking.
To stick with Broadway, Rent. People see the leads living in some WASPY hipster white utopia, rebels against The Man, but in reality they’re suffering from mental anguish, AIDS, and deep depression, and living often without heat or water. Sort of similar to the Saturday Night Fever example, the “reputation” is opposite the piece.
I remember being shocked at SDCC a few years back at one of the Scott Pilgrim panels. So many fans of the books clearly had not gotten the point.
You know, now that I’ve seen that ending (though not the whole movie), it DOES work pretty well even if it takes a major liberty.
The leads are “suffering from mental anguish, AIDS, and deep depression, and living often without heat or water” BY CHOICE. Big difference and the big reason the leads are hated by a lot of people.
Maybe the same people who play “Psycho Killer”?
Qu’est que c’est?
That made me laugh! Thanks.
You really should see the movie. Milos Forman is a fascinating director, and *Hair *is very much in the same mold of his other films like One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Ragtime, The People vs. Larry Flynt, and Man on the Moon. They’re all films made from the point of view of an immigrant who loves Americans and is trying to understand what makes them tick.
Ali G and Borat are much the same. Sacha Baron Cohen is remorselessly taking the piss out of everyone he meets when he plays those characters.
That might sound like an obvious truth, but it’s a matter of degree. He’s not just having a laugh at your expense, he’s calling you a mindless vapid cunt while he’s at it.
Getting people to sing along with “Throw the Jew down the well” and getting them to cheer as Borat says “We support your War *of *Terror” to a redneck audience takes some balls. Easy targets, yes, but he’s skewering the absolute shit out of them at the same time.