The Killers’ new single, “Human,” is the most offensively awful piece of garbage I’ve ever encountered. I cannot tolerate this song’s existence, particularly from a band which has, on occasion, produced melodies pleasing to my ears. If you’ve had the misfortune of partaking, my most sincere sympathies. If you haven’t, heed my dire cries before curiosity leads you, like Screwtape the demon, to track this thing down: don’t do it. The chorus of this song is, “Are we human, or are we dancer?” If that ridiculous expression doesn’t contort your face into a half-grimace, there’s nothing else I can do to save you.
I did a little research, and it turns out that frontman Brandon Flowers’ intent was to combine Johnny Cash with the Pet Shop Boys. Were I to meet him, I might suggest that some things aren’t mixed together for a reason, even if both ingredients are good.
Moving right along, dear reader, how was your Thanksgiving? Good good, mine was nice too. Predictably, my wife and I gathered with a large group of people and ate much more than a person should, I’m sure many of you have similar stories. After that, Cor volunteered to help move some friends of ours out of their apartment and into some new digs, and a good thing too, because no sooner had they left than a drive-by shooting took place right on their old street. Good riddance, old neighborhood.
I’ve been using the heck out of Netflix lately, both the stuff they mail to my door and the instant streaming off of my Xbox. I am a diehard supporter of this service, and I think everyone who has the means should get their hands all over it. It’s a great tool, not just for seeing new movies, but for enriching your cinematic palette, because it’s never been easier to learn about and acquire foreign, independent, or lesser-known movies, many of which are vitally important to a proper appreciation of good moviemaking. Netflix has made it possible for me to absorb the work of Ingmar Bergman, Akira Kurosawa, John Woo, Sidney Lumet, William Friedkin, Clint Eastwood, Sam Peckinpah, Sam Raimi, and so many others with the click of a button. If you have Netflix, there is no excuse for not being a film expert. I am not, at present, a film expert, but I’m working on it.
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