This week was almost bookended by two award shows of vastly different quality. The first was the Tonys and aired this past Sunday, capping of our Gay Days BBQ. I haven’t watched too many Tony Award shows in the past, but from what I’ve seen this had to be the best in many years. Host Hugh Jackman was spectacular as a host and even more fantastic portryaing Paul Allen in The Boy from Oz. In addition to that, there were two other fantastic performances – one by the cast of Wicked and the other by the cast of Avenue Q. Ah, if only I had money to burn. We’d be up in New York seeing any of these in a heartbeat.

On the other end of the books we find tonight’s award show – MTV’s Movie Awards. In years past, this award show has had the best since of humor and most outlandish musical guests. Unfortunately, this year the only humor that wasn’t beyond its expiration date was provided by Will Ferrell’s Ron Burgundy (as seen soon in Anchorman), and the only musical guests of note were the return of the Beastie Boys. Apart from this, the presenters’ material was less entertaining than listening to amateur standup, the audio engineering was reminescent of a high school assembly in a gymnasium, and the animated interludes resembled good ol’ fashioned 1990’s computer video game plot sequences. Oh well, at least Kill Bill cleaned up.

So what’s this about the Apocalypse you might ask? Patrick and I were blessed the other night with seeing The Day After Tomorrow in glorious DLP (that’s Digital Light Processing for the acronym-impaired). I must admit that in spite of warnings to the contrary, I still had relatively high hopes for this film. I knew it had the plot of a 3rd-grader’s nightmare, and its not like I’ve really been crazy about Emmerich’s past efforts. Still, I at least expected the effects to be so amazing that I’d look past all that. Oh well, so much for expectations.

The movie is absolutely without merit, both in terms of entertainment and scientific plausability. And to make matters worse, it tries to actually preach at the audience that old saw about pollution destroying the planet. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty liberal-minded and concerned about the lakes of pig feces that good ol’ W’s EPA lets run unchecked, but a recent episode of Harvey Birdman featuring the Jetsons did a MUCH better job making the case of conservation than this 2 hours of good old-fashioned cinematic disaster. Here’s to hoping that the rest of the summer’s movies don’t suck so badly.

Tags: books, Gay Days, movies, Patrick, Video

Categories: Public

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One Response

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   Hope:

   BURN IT!$!$! BURN IT!$!$!$!
   It will keep you warmer than any sweater in NY

   23.06.2004 16:53