Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Upon Further Review: Xanadu
Wow, Xanadu really doesn’t make any sense at all, does it? And, from a couple decades later, it isn’t even a little bit like I remembered.
Even more shocking, the addition of gratuitous roller skating scenes really doesn’t enhance a movie in the same way that gratuitous nudity manages. Which, if Olivia Newton-John has spent some of that skating time sans the late-seventies/early-eighties “styles”, I might have enjoyed the twenty-six year old do-over a little easier to stomach.
The pre-historic glowy effects are pretty eye-catching, though. In a bad way.
The most notable thing about the movie is, at least from a graphics-geek standpoint, the main character’s job as an album cover painter. The pre-computer era design world doesn’t look nearly as appetizing as what I do for a living.
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Are you saying you don’t believe they are magic?
"Suddenly” gets stuck in my head at least once a month.
Dork, you hafta believe we are magic. And, dude, nothing can stand in our way.
Seriously.
Retropolitan, I think they have surgery that can help your condition. It’s dangerous to leave “Suddenly” stuck in your head for very long.
But the wheels are in motion, and I-uh-I-I am ready to take all my chances.
With you.
Huh.
I totally thought you liked girls.
Heheh.
On a serious note, now I have that song stuck in my head. If this were the Blogger Bash, I’m pretty sure you would owe me a beer.
And speaking of beer, I still owe some Denver people alcohol. It is your moral obligation to facilitate this, as you agreed to serve as the holder of the stakes in the bet.
I am slowly working toward that goal. I figured that it is probably a little too hard to get people together during the holidays.
Which means, that we’ll be putting together a mini-shindig either late January or early February. At that meeting--closely coordinated with you (the Loser) and the gentleman from Left Off Colfax (the Winner).
My moral obligation and need for boozing it up will be acquitted with honor. And extra shots.
Notably, as payment for my duties, I fully expect both the Winner and the Loser to ensure my drunkenness on that night.
Woohoo! Party time!
Never seen it. HAVE heard that song before, though.
Now you all totally owe me beers, or shots, or makeouts, or something.
And thanks, Retro. Thanks for dumping me for David. Not that I could compete with Zombyboy, but I thought boobie-girl stood a fighting chance.
I’m pretty sure it’s my sexy voice. He’s a sucker for a sexy voice.
Dork, you hafta believe we are magic.
Olivia Newton John isn’t the boss of me!
One night at Xanadu Napoleon did surrender...
Wait, no, that’s not it.