Sunday, June 03, 2007

Movie Review: Music and Lyrics

Krista and I rented Music and Lyrics last night. Or rather, I rented, we watched.

Do you remember the good old days, when British rock, synthesizers and pop ruled? Have you ever owned a "Wham!" album (or wished that you did)? Do you like jokes about Debbie Gibson and Tiffany? Then you will think this film is radical. :P

Krista and I both enjoyed this movie. Drew Barrymore was her usual self. And Hugh Grant was somehow, inexplicably, likeable and charming. How did that happen?

Hugh Grant plays the washed out former member of an eighties band. He can't write songs worth listening to anymore. He gets a chance to submit a song to a famous performer, but he has to write it within a week. He discovers that Drew Barrymore has a gift for lyrics, and soon they are chained to his piano, trying to put together a song that will reignite his career. Of course they will fall in love. Oops, spoiler. Sorry about that.

Krista compared this movie to eating candy. In other words, fun but with no nutrition. She meant it in a good way, though. We all like candy, right? It was a fun, goofy movie. It's not "Footloose" but hey, what movie is able to take on a comparison like that?

RATED PG-13 for sexual content. SPOILER: They have sex. Under the piano. That's right. Under the piano. But it's tamer than some television, folks. ANOTHER SPOILER AND A COMPLAINT: You know, I think that someone should get married at the end of a comedy. This is how we know it's a comedy. In fact, any single person in the movie should get married at the end. So we know everyone's happy. And if it's a tragedy, let's see some dead people. In fact, kill 'em all. Unless it would be more tragic to have someone left alive and feeling sad about all the dead people. That would be acceptable. All that to say, no one dead, no one married at the end of this thing. Is it a tragedy? A comedy? We are left to guess for ourselves.


  1. Anonymous12:37 AM

    Weeks, no- months go by, my life gets busier, perhaps more than it's ever been.. finding a minute here and there to drop by the burning hearts revolution and see what is the haps with the Mikalatos crew.
    I have found no signs of those other "poet Laurete" contest winners, and I have yet to find may I qoute - "An official document from moi,(you)declaring you (moi) the poet laureate of the State division which you (moi) have won." in my mailbox. I assume with all dignity of becoming the ass whch I already have done having put stock in this silly affair that the "letter sent to the governor of the State on official BHR letterhead, inviting them to give you (moi again)money, accolades and public recognition, and perhaps even a ticker-tape parade" never got sent out either. It's all good though, as I see your life according to internet documentation is quite busy as well..I thank you for taking part in teaching me a small but rather important lesson.. Please consider though, for future reference if you should ever hold a contest such as this, keep in mind, some of the entrants may be so passionate about their work and their words, and have high aspirations tho a bit naive that they may actually feel twinge of spite for their fellow man when they discover it was all a bunch of balogna.

  2. Dear Anonymous--

    Well, see, I had this problem. I had like six people who cared deeply about their poetry get back to me right away. And I put their work up right away. Feel free to search "poet laureate" on this site and they'll come right up. Then I had some other people who didn't write back for a long time. And I haven't had time to get those put together. I was waiting to hear from everyone before I sent out the letters and such. But then it took so long that the time I had set aside wasn't present any longer.

    But, never fear, you (assuming that you anonymous pal are one of our winners) are still a poet laureate for an entire year. Which means that there is still time for you to receive accolades (etc etc) and don't worry. Your spite does not hurt my feelings. I know how high-strung and jittery poets are, and I can only say: I think these feelings you are emoting will be good for your art.

    If only you had written all these thoughts as a poem.

    Perhaps as a haiku.

    Or had, you know, sent me an actual e-mail.