Some might say I lag behind the times when it comes to mindless entertainment, and that is something I refute in the extreme. Sure, I might have started watching crap like 24, Alias and Lost seasons after they debuted, but in my defence there's a lot of crap to watch out there and I can't possibly fit it all into my busy watching schedule.
And anyhow, if I were to sit on my arse all night watching TV where would I find the time to write to my loyal readers? If I wasn't around I'm not sure where you would have to turn for your occasional fix of amateurish idiocy. Someone has to be the bottom of the barrel, and I'm glad to be holding up the upper end of the blogosphere. No need to thank me, all in a day's work really.
In this instance, the other day I managed to hoist myself out of my home long enough to go and watch Transformers at IMAX with Kavi. Sure my laziness meant I had missed the premiere by a good four months, but that won't stop me walking the red carpet (which I had to bring from home). My only prior IMAX experience was some 3Dified presentation about animals in Africa, which was pretty cool though the lions didn't exactly jump out of the screen to devour the guy in the first row (that's what you get for buying cheap seats, death and a really sore neck), so I was expecting Optimus Prime to stand at a near 1:1 scale ratio on screen to deliver some big bad animated violence.
Unfortunately the screen, though big, was not as mind blowing as I had hoped. Sure Prime was gigantic but at the same time all the actors' faces got blown up as well. That meant we had to see Jon Voight's Secretary of Defence character being useless at a scale larger than usual, along with the work of Josh Duchamel when all that time I thought was Mark Walhberg. Now that I know he's not Mark I can like his character slightly more because I can't stand him. I'm not sure where he lost me, it was quite possible it was when he made that awful Planet of the Apes remake. Bad medicine.
The best part was when I saw the original Transformers movie not long afterwards. I'm not sure how I managed to go for so long without actually watching it. I just assumed I was out of the country for most of that time. It happened at a friend's place when I randomly started humming 'The Touch' by Stan Bush off the original soundtrack. Being the infectious tune it is, it wasn't long before everyone in the room was singing along to the three or four lines we collectively (and by that I mean just me) knew. Lucky he had it on his laptop and we watched away. I paid special attention when 'The Touch' came on... they picked the best moments to play it, when Prime makes his big entrance early on and the part near the end where the bad guys get blown to smithereens.
Why do I love that song so? For one reason, the song is a prime example of how rock music used to be in the 80s - big, loud and stadium filling on an epic scale. It takes everything that was bad about that style of music and turns it into something very listenable, if that's a real word. The other reason is that Richard from the soon to be axed 'Get This' (more on that in a later post) sparked my interest in that song with his god awful rendition which can be found here - click on the 'Wall Of Sound Clip'.
But for now, enjoy the awesomeness that is 'The Touch' by Stan Bush. And don't fast forward past the dumb kid acting alongside a man in a plastic Optimus Prime suit, he has the best line I've heard all day.
Until next time, live your day with a song in your heart. Preferably one that goes, "After all is said and done" in notes completely off key. That's how I sing it.
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