I can’t get into LOTR–not the books, not the movies. (Although I loved The Hobbit–the book, I mean.) Same for Harry Potter. I mean, I liked HP when I was 12, but I just don’t get the appeal now that I’m not in middle school. IMO, Rowling is an excellent writer, but a piss-poor creative writer–her stories are exciting and captivating to an extent, but they’re all cliche-ridden Absolute-Good-vs-Absolute-Evil pap. I can’t stand the animated lovefests Disney and their ilk pump out every other week, for the same reasons.
I like the concept behind the Grateful Dead–I love watching rock musicians jam. But I just can’t get into the music.
And I’ll throw my vote into the Star Wars box, too–Logan’s Run was much better than the original Star Wars and they’ve only gotten worse since then. The appeal of The Office is also lost on me–the UK version is good for the occasional laugh, but watching the US version is like reading the Onion: every joke would be a lot funnier if it were about 5 times shorter.
Me too, although it helped that we were high and Hedberg was obviously really high, and really struggling to stay focused. I don’t think it was a shtick at all–I think it was totally unintentional, but comedy gold. I think of it as a highly unusual manifestation of natural talent.
Also, that guy who sings “Twee Twee Dee” can disappear from the Interblog any day now. (Hopefully he already has–I don’t pay enough attention to it to know; I just happened to stumble upon an assload of posts about how great he is and an NPR special on him a few weeks ago.) He’s trying way too hard, IMO.
Speaking of which, I can’t wait for everyone to forget Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The dialogue was overwrought and positively reeked of trying-way-too-hard, and the worst part is that a bunch of my friends in high school actually started talking like the characters in that show. I couldn’t figure out what the hell had gotten into all of them until I was forced to sit through an episode of Buffy with them and the horror set in.
Plus, that episode about how they all couldn’t talk and had to find other ways to communicate was pure garbage. It was talked up to me like it was the greatest screenwriting achievement since Citizen Kane, and then it turned out to be 30 minutes of people holding up flashcards to each other. What a load of crap.
I also agree with It’s Not Rocket Surgery! about Wilco.
I actually can’t stand most of the young-white-pothead crap that’s come and gone through the ages, including Phish, the Grateful Dead, (hed) P.E., etc., despite having been quite the young white pothead myself in my day.
Similarly, I can’t slog through William S. Burroughs. I really wish I could, because I love the stories.
This all sounds like I’m unsophisticated and unable to get into anything except the popular stuff, but I make up for it with my taste in movies, I promise!
Plus I’m the only person I know who actively seeks out jazz music. And I love the Pixies. I was introduced to them with “Where Is My Mind?”, which evokes a feeling of epic ego-destruction in me rivalling my first DXM trip. Of course, not everyone got their kicks from a bottle of Robitussin Coughgels in high school, so I can understand why somebody wouldn’t like the Pixies either. But to me, the song perfectly wraps around Tyler Durden’s plea to “stop controlling everything and JUST LET GO!”, a mantra I’ve tried to live by in the last few years.
I first saw this guy just last week on a Comedy Central special and then on Root of All Evil. I love the way he thinks, and his harsh, condescending delivery. Basically, he sounds like I do when I feel smug about something I don’t like (which isn’t as often as it used to be–IOW, if you want Patton Oswalt to drop off the comedy scene, you should slip him some anxiety meds). And I love that, because I’m a raging narcissist. (I’m quite serious.)