This morning I attended a screening of Starsky & Hutch. My review follows.

I don’t remember the original show that well (I’m old but not THAT old) but I remember the car. Maigh likes fast cars.

Let me begin with the subtitle “They Are The Man”. That line alone had me wanting to love the movie. You know how I feel about The Man.

I was mildly entertained by an opening scene that included a Vince Vaughn / Juliette Lewis pairing that brought me back to Old School and lifted my hopes. Several other appearances really got me excited - Will Farrell, Snoop and others. The magic of Old School, however, could not be recreated.

It took me a good 15 minutes to place Justin Bateman, what with the distant shots and lame mustache. Snoop just isn’t an actor, and while the end made me “awwwwwwwwwww” in a sweet/ not booing way…it was completely unnecessary. I will say, however, that I was excited by Patton Oswalts surprise appearance. Damn the seventies were a cruel time for fashion.

This movie may be more enjoyable if you’re with friends or if you’re high…who knows. I’m not sure I’d encourage anyone to pay good money to see it, which is a damn shame, because I really wanted to like it.

Oh, the redeeming value? Additional words for my 70’s vocabulary. Now if I’d only taken notes…

This morning I attended a screening of Starsky & Hutch. My review follows.

I don’t remember the original show that well (I’m old but not THAT old) but I remember the car. Maigh likes fast cars.

Let me begin with the subtitle “They Are The Man”. That line alone had me wanting to love the movie. You know how I feel about The Man.

I was mildly entertained by an opening scene that included a Vince Vaughn / Juliette Lewis pairing that brought me back to Old School and lifted my hopes. Several other appearances really got me excited - Will Farrell, Snoop and others. The magic of Old School, however, could not be recreated.

It took me a good 15 minutes to place Justin Bateman, what with the distant shots and lame mustache. Snoop just isn’t an actor, and while the end made me “awwwwwwwwwww” in a sweet/ not booing way…it was completely unnecessary. I will say, however, that I was excited by Patton Oswalts surprise appearance. Damn the seventies were a cruel time for fashion.

This movie may be more enjoyable if you’re with friends or if you’re high…who knows. I’m not sure I’d encourage anyone to pay good money to see it, which is a damn shame, because I really wanted to like it.

Oh, the redeeming value? Additional words for my 70’s vocabulary. Now if I’d only taken notes…

This morning I attended a screening of Starsky & Hutch. My review follows.

I don’t remember the original show that well (I’m old but not THAT old) but I remember the car. Maigh likes fast cars.

Let me begin with the subtitle “They Are The Man”. That line alone had me wanting to love the movie. You know how I feel about The Man.

I was mildly entertained by an opening scene that included a Vince Vaughn / Juliette Lewis pairing that brought me back to Old School and lifted my hopes. Several other appearances really got me excited - Will Farrell, Snoop and others. The magic of Old School, however, could not be recreated.

It took me a good 15 minutes to place Justin Bateman, what with the distant shots and lame mustache. Snoop just isn’t an actor, and while the end made me “awwwwwwwwwww” in a sweet/ not booing way…it was completely unnecessary. I will say, however, that I was excited by Patton Oswalts surprise appearance. Damn the seventies were a cruel time for fashion.

This movie may be more enjoyable if you’re with friends or if you’re high…who knows. I’m not sure I’d encourage anyone to pay good money to see it, which is a damn shame, because I really wanted to like it.

Oh, the redeeming value? Additional words for my 70’s vocabulary. Now if I’d only taken notes…

This weekend the Jazzerthon raised $170,000.00 for the Susan G. Komen foundation and the fight against breast cancer. With a goal of $150,000.00, this was thrilling information.

Now, about me. Imagine if you will this scene on Saturday night.

Picture it: Kroger in Alpharetta, early evening. The store is bustling with last minute Valentine activities - men picking up cheap ass carnation bouquets for their loved ones that will be dead by morning, along with the ever popular box of bad chocolates, women with packs of gum and cards. Among them wanders one lone woman, moving slowly; her hair up in a mangled bun, donning sweats, glasses and a scowl. One look in her basket and her story is unfolded for you.

Two six packs of beer, a gallon of ice cream and a copy of Oprah.

Welcome to my world.

This weekend I’m helping with a charity event for the Susan G. Komen Foundation, it’ll be held on Sunday at the Ritz in Buckhead. Here’s the sticking point for me: it’s a Jazzerthon. Like Jazzercise. I’m not sure how it’s all going to go down, since unlike a Dance-a-thon it’s only a 2 hour event.

This reminds me of a story Leah told me about a conversation she witnessed a friend having. It went something like this:
Steve: Do you know where I can find a jazzercise class?
David: 1985?

The end.

So you’re sitting there thinking to yourself “hey self, what do you think is up with Maigh today” and you decide to type in this little URL and BINGO!

I’ll tell you what’s up. Gas prices! This morning I paid a whopping $1.59 at the pump, and I buy the cheap stuff! Someone go kick some ass in DC and see what we can do to get this shit under control.

I hate The Man.