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Amuse Bouche: Dwayne Johnson As the Angry “Rock Obama” on Saturday Night Live

Sunday, March 8th, 2009

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Since his entry into the national political landscape, most of us have been wondering when will the ultra smooth, never ruffled President Barack Obama lose his cool? Well, Saturday Night Live and Dwayne Johnson (”The Rock”) answer this question for us in a recent skit.  A staffer prods President Obama to get angry with Republican Senators who oppose his bills. After a round of questions peppered with baby insults, Obama finally gets mad (in a “Hulk-like” fashion). So now people know… when Barack Obama becomes angry — he really turns into the “Rock Obama.” Check out the video.

Amuse Bouche: Bobby Jindal’s Rebuttal

Friday, February 27th, 2009

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Just when you think the Republican Party “can do anything” can’t stoop any lower, they throw Louisiana Gov. Bobby Jindal onto the national stage—to tirelessly compare himself to President Obama, make numerous Hurricane Katrina references to score a little cheap sympathy, and then sideswipe our dear president for passing “irresponsible” legislation.

Who compares himself to another in one breath, only to whack the same person from behind in another? It’s low. It’s dirty. And this is the behavior of the Republican Party’s new wonder boy—the kid they’re supposedly grooming to run for the White House in 2012? Good luck.

And, uh, if the American people “can do anything,” then why the hell was Jindal talking to us like we’re a bunch of illiterate children? We. Can. Understand. You. At normal talking speed. Governor. (But if you feel the itch to dumb yourself down more in the future—by all means…)

TV Beat: Burn Notice

Tuesday, February 24th, 2009

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Spy series Burn Notice (USA, Thursday, 10/9c) builds from the same blueprint that neo-detective dramas Life and Life on Mars follow: our hero competently pieces together his job’s puzzles while trying to solve his own greater mystery. But Zen and the nature of reality, time and consciousness—the respective obsessions of those programs’ metaphysical detectives—don’t concern Burn Notice’s Michael Westen (Jeffrey Donovan). He’s a protagonist fit for the New Depression, just a workingman trying to work, scraping together new freelance projects as he tries to figure out why his old long-term contract went bad.

Michael was a covert CIA operative until he was “burned”, spook-speak for downsized. Stripped of his cash and credit along with his profession, he finds himself back in his Miami hometown, hiring out his spy skills to the highest bidder as he tries to learn who got him ousted him from the world of intrigue—and why. The first season leads up to the answer to the who:  he was burned by the mysterious “Carla” and her cohorts, who then force him to work for him, threatening to harm his family if he ditches the job. The second season is spiraling closer to explaining exactly who this who is—but why is still in the distance. With two episodes left, it seems unlikely that we’ll get a full explanation before well into season three.

Meanwhile, Michael will surely keep working on the cases that come his way, investigating art theft, thwarting con artists, busting kidnapping rings. It’s all in a day’s work for a self-employed spy. And after a day’s work—well, this isn’t Law and Order with its self-contained workplace in which the protagonists’ personal lives are revealed slowly, through a cumulative and casual build-up. Michael’s personal and professional lives are inextricably intertwined, meshed in a way the rest of us might aspire to, or maybe fear. His spy work is the crux of his identity. Learning why he was burned—and potentially returning to high-stakes international espionage—is a search for self.  He wants to regain his place in the world and return to the image with which he identifies. And, as he struggles to reclaim this public identity, circumstances force him to also confront his roots and his personal life, or lack thereof.

Washed up in Miami, Michael is embraced by the neurotic, pushy mother he’s avoided for years, Madeline (a spirited and sparkling Sharon Gless, who imbues what could have been an annoying stock character with more charm than seems possible). He has a loser brother to contend with—and the legacy of an abusive father to sort out. Mom’s interference and his brother’s escapades mean Michael’s work and family lives inevitably intersect, and he’s ended up working with some old colleagues with close personal connections. Dangerous Fiona Glennane (Gabrielle Anwar) was an IRA operative, and an ex-girlfriend. Ragged Sam Axe (Bruce Campbell, finally grown from a brat into a likable character actor) is a former Navy Seal, and Michael’s only friend. They have their issues to work through—Michael once abandoned Fiona, Sam was briefly spying on Michael—but it’s nothing that this expansive protagonist can’t bring to light.

Film noir this is not. Blue skies, swift low waves, sweeping aerial shots—Burn Notice’s Miami is clear and bright, not a place of shadowy vices or dark ambiguities. Michael as often as not encounters his enemies out in the open on bright days. When the show retreats to indoor shots or night scenes, things are clearer still, the action and explication unfolding under even lighting that’s as revealing as yet a respite from the searing truth.

And Michael is no film noir tough guy, no ambivalent keeper of justice with a dark or amoral streak. There’s little romance or grit to him, just a solid competency ad professionalism that mask a sensitive yogurt-eater. His personal issues aren’t quiet core flaws; his interpersonal problems aren’t static givens. They’re things he’s working through—to become a better man, and, not incidentally, to become a better worker.

He’s not a metaphysical sleuth of the Life/Life On Mars mold, but a self-help or self-actualizing sleuth. His place is alongside The Closer’s Brenda Leigh Johnson (Kyra Sedgwick): she heads a high-profile homicide unit, but the show focuses as much on her relationships with her parents and with sugar, and her wedding is the center of the season finale. If noir played out the cold war and moral upheaval, these shows are trying to understand what we’re worth.

Amuse Bouche: Weave Saves Life

Monday, February 23rd, 2009

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We all know that hair weaves are the latest beauty craze. From Beyonce to Britney Spears, most celebs are donning hair extensions to look even more fab (which is highly debatable). But what if weaves served a greater purpose? Like saving someone’s life? That’s what a Kansas City woman claims. After ending an eight month relationship with her boyfriend, Briana Bonds says he tried to shoot her after an incident in a grocery store parking lot. Instead of the bullet reaching her head, it got lodged in her tightly woven weave! “I now believe the weave paused the bullet, and didn’t let it go any further. Really I think God was in my passenger seat. He protected me,” said Bonds to police officers on the scene. This whole story is just unbeweaveable…

Amuse Bouche: Fatal Attraction Much?

Thursday, February 19th, 2009

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Look. We all bow down to Obama. He’s THE MAN right now. The big enchilada. The head honcho. Numero uno. A kick-ass politician with a bold, bad-ass plan to get this country back on track. He’s the ultimate Daddy Mac.

We. Get. It.

But there’s getting it, and then there’s killing it—which is exactly what a supporter at last week’s town hall meeting in Florida did. She was never singled out to have a moment with the mic, but she stood up anyway and let the creepiness creep on out.

There’s a fine line between sincerity and psychosis.  Watch this chick skip over to the other side with three short words and a long, uncomfortable stare. As they say—it’s the quiet ones we need to worry about…