Mike Judge’s Idiocracy is the funniest movie that you probably haven’t seen yet. Hell, if the studio had anything to do with it, you probably never even heard of the film. The man who brought you Beavis and Butthead, King of the Hill and (one of my favorite movies of all time) Office Space, has come out with possibly the funniest thing he’s ever made.
The film stars Luke Wilson as Joe “Not Sure” Bauers, and Maya Rudolph as Rita, a streetwise hooker with a heart of gold (really, is there any other kind?), who winds up getting frozen in a military experiment. They wake up 500 years in the future, when Americans are significantly stupider than they are today.
Everyone’s favorite show on television is called “Ow, My Balls.”
The dude in the middle of this photo is President Camacho, the anchors for Fox News are scantily clad model types, and Starbucks sells sexual favors in the form of “full body lattes.” Mister Scarface makes a hilariously unexpected cameo.
The film is crude and crass and pointed and clever all at once. It’s definitely NOT for kids, although some of the humor is juvenile. You really need to see it for yourself. I hope lots and lots of people buy the DVD, just to send a message to the studio heads who tried to kill it.
Idiocracy made me gain a whole new appreciation for Maya Rudolph. I’m so used to seeing her as these over-the-top, fill-in-the-ethnic-blank impersonators on Saturday Night Live, but she really made an endearing hooker — I mean, artist.
Seeing her in this role made me want to find out more about her; all I knew before was that her mother is the late, great Minnie Riperton (she sings Maya, Maya in the refrain for Loving You), and she’s got a beautiful family with auteur Paul Thomas Anderson.
But I’ve discovered that like many of us, Maya struggles with afrobella hair issues, and has experienced many hairdresser horrors. I feel ya, Maya! And I’m looking out for you in movies to come.
Quite a few of you have suggested that I name Rebecca Walker Afrobella of the Week. I am far more familiar with Alice Walker than her daughter, so now I really want to read Rebecca’s first book, Black, White and Jewish: Autobiography of a Shifting Self.
I love a good autobiography, and this sounds like a doozy.
This New York Times article about Ms. Walker fascinated me, but I’m not quite ready to read her latest book. Idiocracy already made me want to have babies. I already know how Baby Love: Choosing Motherhood After a Lifetime of Ambivalence is going to make me feel! Almost all of my friends are having babies, so the questioning eyes are already turning to me. And having a niece as cute as I do already makes me want to have a little cousin for her to play with. But I’m not ready yet! Talk to me in a year or two.
The Sopranos is probably my favorite show on television. So I am very, very, very excited about this. Three weeks, baby!
Of all the things for my country to make headlines for… As a proud Trini, I am completely embarrassed by the recent attention the archdeacon of my country is getting.
I am not Tobagonian, so I can’t speak for the feelings of Tobagonians. But the Trinidad that I know is as open and welcoming and do-your-own-thing as Caribbean islands get. I grew up there with gay relatives and friends, who are happy and live successful and fulfilling lives. We have a flamboyant culture of Carnival, theater, fashion, and music. This website pretty much says it all. I’m not saying that super fabulous gay tourists would not be harrassed or at the very least stared at, but I am confident that incidents like the recent, horrifying almost-stoning in Jamaica would never happen in my country. And I am confident that Elton John will come to the Tobago Jazz Festival, put on an amazing show, be feted by locals, and have a great visit.
On Thursday, one of Trinidad’s calypso legends died.
The Mighty Terror had a golden voice and sang songs deliciously loaded with double entendre. My dad is something of a genre historian, so that generation of calypso really is the soundtrack to my childhood. Only a few are still alive — The Mighty Sparrow still tours and performs, and some of the seventies’ generation, the Mighty Duke, Chalkdust, Shadow, Lord Relator and Black Stalin are still keeping the history alive.
If you’ve never heard vintage calypso before, check out this amazing video of the late, great Lord Kitchener. Calypso is notoriously spicy music, even some of the earliest songs simmered with sexual innuendo and syncopated rhythm. Reggae has managed to make its way off the island and into the American mainstream, but calypso has never fully made the jump. (Kevin Lyttle’s Turn Me On and the Baha Men cover of “Who Let the Dogs Out” didn’t do much for me, sorry).
American audiences only got the slightest taste with 50 Cent’s P.I.M.P, and the video for Jay-Z’s Big Pimpin gave only a brief glimpse into my country’s culture. But perhaps Trinidadian rhythms are about to get some worldwide attention.
One of my musical favorites, M.I.A, recorded tracks in Trinidad for her new album. I’m looking forward to seeing if there’s any chutney soca influence in her already-ridiculous beats. And I was very pleasantly surprised to notice both a strong reggae and calypso influence in Akon’s latest, Don’t Matter.
Part of the song’s refrain reminds me of Bob Marley’s “Zimbabwe,” and the calypso breakdown at the end made me feel like I was back home at my family’s Old Year’s Night party. So props to Akon for giving soca a little crossover airplay! As a Trini, I appreciate it.