The Incongruities: college kids

Showing posts with label college kids. Show all posts

Showing posts with label college kids. Show all posts

Monday, April 23, 2007

College Kids Sing the Darndest Things

On my walk into the center of campus today, I heard three college students--male, and of the frat-chic sartorial style--break into (nearly) spontaneous song in (nearly) impeccable three-part harmony, while they were walking. These lads did not appear to be prepping for glee club performance, nor did they appear to have any reason to be singing, other than personal desire.

I was literally stopped dead in my tracks. I don't know why, but it was just so weird. The song they were singing: Chain of Fools.

You could have given me 1000 guesses as to what those three guys were going to do with their time before I would have said: sing an Aretha number, and give the kid in the frayed white Georgia Bulldogs hat a solo on the "you treated me mean, treated me cruel" line. I would have sooner guessed that they were about to pull out tri-cornered hats and started a fife-and-drum corps. Why I chose that example, I do not know.

Ch-ch-chaaaain. Chain of dudes.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

College Kids Do the Darndest Things

Well played, Brandeis youngsters. Well played.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

College Kids Say the Darndest Things

Overheard yesterday on a mostly empty bus: A strangely overdressed college girl (perhaps on her way to a job interview), takes a cell phone call as she's getting on the bus. I'm almost certain I heard correctly:

Future Business Leader: No, Reagan is acting like a 12-year-old.

(Pause)

Oh, I'm sorry that I'm such a hassle for her.

(Pause)

Well, if she doesn't want a meatball, she won't get a meatball. F--k her.

You said it. It was about lunch time and I was pretty hungry. A meatball sounded pretty good to me, so to hell with Reagan if she had to get all stuck up about her food.

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One Sentence Movie Reviews

A Scanner Darkly: Fitting that in this movie about a brain divided against itself: sometimes the animation looks really cool, and sometimes it looks like Paint-By-Number art; sometimes Keanu Reeves acts confused, and sometimes Keanu Reeves seems confused; and sometimes the plot is interesting and coherent, and sometimes it makes as much sense as a paranoid PCP-freak reading Beowulf out loud.
Hollywoodland: This movie about the suicide (murder? enter Adrian Brody) of George "TV's Superman" Reeves is kind of interesting, until it is completely not.
Little Children: Beautiful people act like average-looking people, and Jackie Earle Haley thoroughly creeps you out, all in a nice, artistic way, though.
Quinceañera: I am neither fifteen, pregnant, Chicana, a practicing member of an indeterminate sect of Christianity, nor impressed by Hummer stretch limousines, all of which goes to prove that you don't need to have anything in common with the characters in a film to enjoy watching it.
SherryBaby: Maggie Gyllenhal is perpetually braless and fairly compelling (especially while tunelessly singing a Bangles song) in this otherwise dull movie that comes across like a writing-workshop short story; also, Danny Trejo has been working out.
The Break-Up: Too many characters and an obviously pasted-on ending hinder this decent romantic-comedy-in-reverse, which stars the likably chumpy Vince Vaughn and a very pretty Jennifer Aniston.
The Conversation: I'd never seen this super-super-tight 1974 F.F. Coppola film starring Gene Hackman, but it proved to me that the sound editor (Walter Murch is the genius's name) can be as important to a movie as having one of the most amazing cast of 1970s supporting stars you can imagine: Fredo, Shirley, Indy, Inga, and (uncredited!) the Great Santini.
The Devil and Daniel Johnston: Let's call this a decent, visually-appealing documentary about Daniel Johnston, his religion-oriented mental illness, and playing music, without enough music, frankly.
The Good Shepherd: Apparently Larry King really liked this long, boring suckfest of a spy movie, which seems to be about some secrets behind the Bay of Pigs Invasion and inadequate fathers.
The History Boys: An old, fat, probably gay teacher and a young, thin, probably gay teacher alternately have respectfully inappropriate relationships with a group of witty, diverse Oxbridge applicants, all under the watchful eye of an amusingly blustery and utilitarian headmaster and a wise, wizened female history teacher.
The Host (Gwoemul): Do not hesitate to see what might be the best monster movie ever made, which manages to make you laugh, scare the piss out of you, dampen your eyes, and get you to think about western imperialism in Korea all at once, with adequately convincing CGI.
The Last King of Scotland: What you've got here is a charming, horny Scottish doctor, a charming, vicious African dictator, and a real blow to the Ugandan tourism industry.
The Lives of Others (Das Leben der Anderen): Well, if you didn't know or didnt remember how bad the totalitarian government of East Germany was, director Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck (check out that name!) reminds you in a really great, compelling movie that manages to humanize at least one individual stasi officer and shows the dehumanizing nature of the State and its Security behind the Wall.
The Proposition: I thought Ray Winstone was great in this character-driven Western set in the Australian outback, circa 1880, and though the film was a real looker with a good premise (written by Nick Cave), I don't know why I didn't really like it, but I didn't.
The Queen: Meh, I was studying in London when it happened, and while this film nicely presents a personal view of an otherwise utterly impersonal monarch, I didn't much care.
Wordplay: A surprisingly good documentary about crosswords and people who do them really quickly, which, at 94 minutes, is over faster than I can do a NY Times puzzle.