Most of you know, I've been home sick for the last two days, and will likely be home, on the boss's orders, Friday as well.
Lying peacefully on the sofa eases the discomfort and nausea. It's only when I stand up, or move, when things get unpleasant.
So, prone on the sofa, I have remained for the better part of two days, alone with my vitamin C, Ibuprofen and the TV. It's been a long time since I had this much opportunity to watch daytime television, and let me tell you, it sucks ass.
Big dirty ass.
And so I flip flip flip, across the spectrum of entertainment, around the Horn, and back again. Every now and then something catches my eye: the the final Senate tallies, the Girls Next Door, Jesus TV...
But really, there is nothing worth watching this early in the day.
And so, it must have been around noon today, having had a small lunch, I collapsed back onto the sofa and flipped some more. It may have been BET, or possibly VH1, I don't really know, but the familiar blue and gold uniforms caught my attention.
No, I had never actually sat and watched the entire movie from beginning to end, but yes, I'd seen most of it in disjointed pieces. This time, it appeared to be near the beginning, and so I lingered.
Mind you, I never actually committed to watching the goddamned thing. I was aware of just how bad it was. And yet....
OK, so I lingered. I did flip away, but somehow, found my way back again and again. Being daytime television, as it was, the television station had made many ill-advised cuts to cram as much advertising into the film as possible. So much so, that a 90 minute flick easily filled three hours of my day.
Three Hours!
And it wasn't even a good movie! It's all preposterous cliches: coming of age, learning lessons, rivals become friends, the hero is flawed, blah blah blah...
And somehow, I cannot flip past this flick without stopping. And now three hours of my day are gone.
The movie, since you are now wondering, is called "Drum Line," and it is all about southern-style marching bands battling to the finish for justice and honor, or something, with super-sonic drumsticks and ostentatious choreography. Really, I could not be any further out of the demographic for this film.
Sigh... So, here is the big finale scene:
You know, as long as I am going to waste another half day in front of the TV on Friday, I might as well just put on a three-hour movie, and watch Lagaan...
Lagaan - Ghanan Ghanan
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So, I just realized, if you play the drum line clip, and scroll down, the music goes well with the swaying asses...
ReplyDeleteNow you've found something you can do for three hours.
ReplyDeleteI have to admit I've watched this film too
ReplyDeleteI'll be glad when you're feeling better, take photos and post those - or maybe you took those ass shots...
ReplyDeleteI enjoy dipping celery into creamy peanut butter. It's a nutritious snack and is a good source of fiber.
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