Bored to Death

It's not enough for him to act and write but my boyfriend also composed and sings this very cool theme song. Max Fischer needs to REE-LAX amirite?

I'm not sure about Bored to Death yet. On one hand, it's got my boyfriend Max Fischer (akakaka Jason Schwartzman) AND my boyfriend Zach (akaka 'the funny weird one from The Hangover? You fancy him? Um... oooooh kay'), on the other hand; the pilot was uneven AT BEST and though I often find Schwartzman's 'gee, huh? golly' schtick charming it is less charming when there is a girl being held captive and tied to a bed and basically being raped (? I think? There seemed to be that implication) and you are offering to share your pot with the girls captor and 'gee, huh, gollying' all over the place. That seems less cool. I know I'm a hairy-legged humourless feminazi bitch face, and yes these dungarees are chaffing but still, something about that situation doesn't sit well with me.

The titles though? They do sit well with me. And that's what counts right? (That is totally the only thing that ever counts ever. Science)

80 Days Around the World

I have no idea what accent that freak-ass lion is supposed to have. I will not venture an opinion as to why his pupils are so dilated. Maybe that's an issue all anthropomorphic Victorian lions had? Also, that cat has too young a voice to come across as so sexually confident. Fact.

While we're here, many thanks to Iberia - The Airline of Spain. For some reason.

Still, bitching song though. I always sing it when I see Philleas Fogg crisps in the supermarket (much to everyone else's chagrin) andn there is nothing I enjoy more than a cartoon mouth not even attempting to move in time with the cartoon voice. Also fact.

Night Court

If you want to add a touch of class to... well, anything, then start it off with some slap bass. Slap bass is the future (in OppositeLand) (I will never forget when I went with my brother to buy a new bass and the assistant, for some reason, decided to serenade us with some slap bass to illustrate the wonder of the particular bass he was trying to seel. As we left my bro was like '... and now I'm going to be singing the Seinfeld song for the next 24 hours'. Word bro. Word.)

Anyhoo...


I don't know nothing bout Night Court cept it being a feature of a 30 Rock episode and I also recognise John Laroqquette (or however it's spelt, I've had 3 glasses of wine and a heavy meal on a Monday, leave me alone for chrissakes) as being on Chuck and everyone was all 'WOW! John Lacroquette! Citing!' ('everyone' = 'the internet') and I was all 'who?' but now I sorrt of know I guess. Anyway, 'mazing this. I really miss the way sitcom titles used to be colon left-hand parenthesis.

Nurses

Even if you came from a long time ago in a galaxy far far away the minute you watched this you would be all 'early 90's american sitcom' nary within the first two seconds of viewing this tv title sequence. Because seriously? Seriously. While the rest of the world sank into an ever increasing economic and literal depression - Prozac-ed up the eyeballs whilst wearing DMs and ripped jeans from Oxfam - American TV stuck resolutely to the idea that what we needed was MORE sitcoms with people smiling and nodding to camera. To be fair, I find nothing more soothing than a lady singing an anodyne song whilst people smile and nod at me. Maybe that IS what the world needs more of. Hollywood execs - our happiness (i.e. 'unquestioning compliance and sedation through the tv medium') depends on you!

Also, holy shazzbot! Florence Stanley was in this too? Chick got around!