Say it ain’t so!

May 19, 2008 at 1:31 pm | In hollaback justin, pop culture | 2 Comments

So, apparently, this is my punishment for working so much and getting engaged and neglecting my First Future Husband.  He decided to marry somebody else!  Apparently I’m not the only one mourning; check out ScarJo’s first single from her album of Tom Waits covers, All My Nightmares Are Real, known to everyone else as Anywhere I Lay My Head.  After watching this I would like to revise my previous opinion of the video for ‘What Goes Around Comes Around’ – ‘flash but boring, and why isn’t Justin dancing?’ to ‘the best thing Scarlett Johansson ever did and will do involving music’.

And no, we are not even touching that ‘4 Minutes’ atrocity.  Although I always like to see Justin rock the Scruff McGruff.

 

The Most Important Question I’ll Ever Ask You

August 17, 2007 at 4:38 am | In hollaback justin | 2 Comments

… and you have three guesses as to the topic.

Okay, okay, I’ll give you a hint.

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I think he knows

July 16, 2007 at 6:48 pm | In hollaback justin, pop culture, timesuck | 4 Comments

… that I’ve been waiting for a decent video from his new album for almost a year.

Well, FINALLY! And it’s my favorite song too.

You know that even college stoner dudes who learn Dave Matthews songs on guitar to impress girls are secretly watching this in their room, thinking that their computer’s visualizer has finally answered their prayers to make a hot girl magically appear in the swirls. Well, it wasn’t your visualizer, dudes. It was JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE, and you have to live with that knowledge every single day. Maybe now you could learn to dance and buy a nice suit and stop hating.

Speaking of guitar, he’s totally pretending to play one! How cute is that?

So yeah, I’m down with the iPod commerical vibe, even though there could have (as always) been more of a dance-off. But obviously the amazing part of this video is the transition. All of the sudden — there’s the real Justin! With his mournful, puppy-dog eyes. He’s so unassuming, hands in his pockets, nothing to prove. He’s just a boy, standing in front of a petitpoussin, asking her to love him.

Well obviously it worked. We’re getting married on Halloween, and he’s promised to grow out his old *NSYNC fro just for the occasion.

Speaking of which, and because I want a dance break. Does anyone else just wish for another moment like this one, when *NSYNC and Britney took it to the next level at the VMAs?

Also, shiny silver pants everywhere! Actually Justin’s hardly in this video but so what, it’s awesome.

Oh my gosh I am soooo white right now.

Planes, trains and automobiles… and a cheap gold watch

May 20, 2007 at 8:48 pm | In hollaback justin, pop culture, the art of bullshit | 4 Comments

Pop quiz, hotshot!

This post is about Hollywood’s approach to the midlife crisis, although some of you might not be wrong if you think it’s my love letter to a mid-90s action film called Speed.

Thirteen years later, this film is still a trashy joy, much like another Keanu Reeves film and Sunday evening favorite of mine, The Devil’s Advocate. But while that film takes the inevitable and easy route and features Al Pacino as Satan, Speed stays a little closer to the ground with its villain: a disgruntled retired police officer living in Los Angeles.
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For reals, y’all.

April 11, 2007 at 1:25 pm | In hollaback justin, navel | 5 Comments

Just wanted to check in and say thanks to everyone for your kind thoughts and virtual hugs. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll be able to say something more substantial, but for now, I will leave you with this:

H-o-t-t.

March 20, 2007 at 4:24 pm | In hollaback justin, pop culture, timesuck | 7 Comments

Just to let you know that I’ll be hosting another Radical Hot Off here tomorrow, as well as posting full rules & procedures for future hot offs.

While you’re waiting, here’s a little something to get you in the mood.

Daaaaaaamn, Gina!

‘Bout time I funk you (supposedly related to the Oscars)

February 26, 2007 at 1:24 pm | In breaking news, hollaback justin, pop culture, rampant consumerism, the art of bullshit, timesuck | 2 Comments

… because I don’t really want to talk about the Oscars, because I missed them, because I was at the beach. The only reason I’d be sorry would be if Marky Mark had won. The world will have to pry my copy of Music for the People from my cold, dead hands.

Bottom line, when I think of the Oscars, I think of this.

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Yes, that’s right, Meryl Streep. But also 12 million photographers and the fashion-industrial complex. So if, like me, you were chillaxing under a palm tree during last night’s pre-show, you can find good dressy-dress commentary courtesy of the Fug Girls and Slate. My vote for best dress is actually Cameron Diaz’s sassy white number, and no, it’s not because I’m still mad at Justin about that video. It’s because girlfriend looks good.

Best Oscar coverage goes to, surprise surprise, fourfour. For the Celine Dion facial expression recap if nothing else! And on a tangential note, check out Dante’s belated top ten (+3) films of 2006 over at Crazy from the Heat.

It’s a whole new level.

February 22, 2007 at 11:58 am | In breaking news, hollaback justin, pop culture, the art of bullshit | 1 Comment

I’ll be damned.  QD alerted me to a piece of genius entertainment journalism in the St. Petersburg Times and all I have to say is, fuck.  I better step up my game big time.  All my previous ‘outlandish’ statements about the big JT are out the window.  Who is this Sean Daly?  He is kicking my ass!

On the surface, comparing Justin Randall Timberlake, who plays the St. Pete Times Forum in Tampa tonight, to Francis Albert Sinatra sounds preposterous, silly, downright dangerous, considering Frank’s clout.

But think about it for a minute, and the similarities are unmistakable. Heck, even Justin seems to know he’s chasing Frank’s ghost, the young pop stud dressing in Rat Pack ties, fedoras and carefully rumpled suits that beg comparison.

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Take away those fedoras, the women, the stage lights, and things really get interesting. Two seemingly regular guys, Frank and Justin became larger than life by reading the vagaries of pop culture and using their talent in the right way at the right time: ditching youth-oriented bands, embracing muscular pop, daring to be arrogant, unafraid to be vulnerable, bringing sexy back (in the ’60s, in the ’00s) when we needed it most.

Madonna reinvents herself. Frank and Justin, two Grammy winners fully aware of their strengths and limitations, redirect themselves, deftly altering their approach without sacrificing who they are.

I bow to you, Sean Daly, and your superior bullshitting skills.  This time.

Is this the way it’s really goin’ down?

February 12, 2007 at 4:19 pm | In breaking news, hollaback justin, pop culture | 7 Comments

Dear, dear Justin.

You know, I had a whole diatribe written, but really, when you get past the glamorized misogyny and fuzzed-out camerawork, it comes down to this.

I watch this video, and nine minutes later, I feel just like ScarJo’s cardboard portrayal of a femme fatale: bored. So very, very bored.

Honey, we need to take a break.

Relive the memories.

February 8, 2007 at 3:05 pm | In hollaback justin, pop culture | 2 Comments

Just in time for Valentine’s Day, my favorite attention whore decided to get some (attention, that is) by doing something other than letting Scarjo dance up on his ass.

He decided to reenact my favorite Christmas Carol at Madison Square Garden. Well, he did say ‘every single holiday’, did he not?

Thanks, JT! This will definitely tide me over until tomorrow, when you will finally redeem yourself for this album’s crappy, boring music videos. Because if you don’t, you’re gonna hear about it for such a long, long time (such a long time).

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