Welcome to the Blog of Mock where we are still on Party Time (Excellent). While the other 'Birds are prepping our New Years Jubilee (read: ordering around the gorgeous yet dim-witted manslaves and buying glitter) I am here, your fearless leader, pretending to write about the movies you should see this weekend. I want to care, I do not care, I want some bubbly. So maybe just go see Pariah- it looks good and was a hit at Sundance- or perhaps go see War Horse and cry your eyes out. I'm good with either really. Another idea, and a rather fabulous one if I do say so myself, is to check out this past year's Mockingbird Movie Guides and start filling in the gaps of your movie education. And in between eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we may find out the Mayans were right.
He needs an Oscar nomination for his latest work. He deserves one after so many years, can you really argue otherwise? Do yourself a favor, Academy Awards, and heed the call of the Frog.
Everyone can pretend to do a good Elvis impression. Anyone can attempt a solid Mick Jagger. But no one delivers the goods like Jimmy Fallon can. Whether it's a Gibb, Neil Young, or just about any other music legend, he can pull it off and then some. We need more of this.
And of course, because I went to write a post about the greatness that was his rendition of Jim Morrison singing the theme song to "The Reading Rainbow", it is not available on the internets in any sort of quality form, thanks a lot NBC. Censor your own content when people really like something that airs on your channel and might actually encourage viewership of one of your own shows. Brilliant Strategy.
Instead you can only get an audio track, which is below. It's still worth the listen, but Jimmy as Jim in leather pants...for shame, NBC.
It's the eve before the eve before we all get a day off officially and if you're not already plowing through piles of gifts, food and dodging creepy family members, here's a quick respite from the madness of the holidays. Yes, it's one of those posts and it will be painless. Mostly.
In theaters this week, you'll find our most recent exile from the Isle of Mock*, the one and only Daniel Craig, willing us with his magnetic stare to come and view the American adaptation of this. (I'd light his yule log anytime. Zing!)
And then there's Matt Damon with a mullet and ScarHo bobbing around him at a zoo. (This film should've been titled "We Bought A Mix Tape". Thanks Cameron Crowe, but that's a swing and a miss.)
After you get back from drooling over the Blonde Bond, come on home, get that fireplace up to full capacity and start pouring the Egg Nog (read: straight vodka shots) and just press play...
You'll shoot your eye out,
Dame Derision
*We are still licking our wounds over this...catch up here.