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Random sex dream about Jammy and Mongo from the Vampire Diaries accompanied by soundtrack from Hairspray. This had made me fonder of Hairspray and yet at the same time more suspicious of Tyler. Werewolves shouldn't have sex to Hairspray. That's just not right.

Okay dudes, this is still not as beautiful as Mohinder/Sylar set to the strains of Johnny Depp's homicidal rhyming rantings in Sweeney Todd, but still: it is quite mind-breakingly lovely. Petrellicest and the afore-mentioned Mohinder/Sylar lovin' done to the tune Without Love from Hairspray.

I can't decide what is more horribly wonderful - Sylar as Penny (pigtails! oral fixation! hostess snacks! OMG even Hairspray knows!) or the fact that all of Link's lines are so strangely Nathan-appropriate.

Also as honourable mentions, this is so how Peter and Sylar's fight at the end of season one should have gone and Petrellis + the tune from True Blood = a thing of pure beauty.

Man, there so needs to be a Broadway musical spin-off of Heroes. I would watch that shit.

...oh wait, no I wouldn't. OH MY GOD NATHAN!

Urgh, dudes. Do not watch Hairspray right after you watched the final episode of the Wire "because you needed cheering up." All it does is make you really cranky and cynical about the fate of everyone in Hairspray. Like at the end, when Seaweed and Penny are singing about being together and how OMG RACIAL INEQUALITY IN BALTIMORE IZ DED YAY! and I'm like WHATEVER SUCKERS, hope Penny has a backup plan for when Seaweed is MOWED DOWN BY WARRING DRUG GANGS! And that's the best-case scenario, because at least in that one he doesn't end up a fiend or a hopper. And as for you Tracy, whatever validation you think you got from snagging Link is going to BLOW UP IN YOUR FACE when you catch him with Scott Summers' cock in his mouth. In fact, I HATE YOU ALL, STOP BEING SO HAPPY YOU SELF DELUDING LITTLE BASTARDS!

Argh. Going to watch Heathers. I HOPE YOU ALL EXPLODE HAPPY BALTIMORE!

God, there are some right divs at the House of Gas. The fire alarm went off today and, I kid you not, our fire warden stood there in the middle of the corridor, blocking the way, bleating about whether or not we knew where the assembly point for our call centre was in the event of a fire. I was like, "Hmm, is it perchance outside of the burning building?" How do these people make it to adulthood? Fuckwad.

Anyway, some important points to note:

The Wolverine movie is beautiful. It's a bit soap-opera-ish with the evil long lost brother thing and of course it has Gambit in (boo!) but really, this is about Hugh Jackman wearing leather and lots of hairspray, and a flimsy excuse for a plot strung together wuth awesomely choreographed fight scenes.
Hairspray has a bit wrecked the earlier X-Men movies for me. Well, not X3, that one came pre-wrecked. But now I cannot look at Cyclops without seeing Corny Collins and wanting him to dance and sing and be massively inappropriate on a daytime kids TV show. And then I feel sad when it doesn't happen.
If the Wolverine movie is beautiful, then Coraline is even more beautiful. I cannot describe the wonder. Go watch!
I love the movie version of Interview with the Vampire. I sometimes forget how much I love it because I'm a bit shallow and there's nobody I really think is hot in there,* and also nowadays it's a bit tainted from the combined batshittery of Tom Cruise and Anne Rice, but I was watching it on Sunday and as soon as I heard those first few bars in the opening sequence, all my love for it came rushing back.
The first half of the fourth season of Supernatural is semi-awesome. That's not the same as being full-on good, by the way. It's like, a bit good. There's a lifesized walking, talking, suicidal teddy bear (awesome), a stubbly angel who's a bit gay for Dean (awesome), an episode which is basically Supernatural does the Universal Studios Monster Mash (awesome to the power of a sideways eight thing) and BUNNY! Unfortunately, there's also creepy Padaleckisex, the stubbly angel isn't as stubbly or as overtly gay for Dean as I feel he could be, and Bunny is really mean. To like, everyone. Oh Bunny, how have we come to this? Also, there were these totally mean witches who tried to ruin Halloween for everyone. Boo, mean witches! You're lucky it was only Sam and Dean that showed up to punish you with guns. If Jack Skellington had been there, then you'd be sorry.
I had better have pig flu! I feel like shit and the only thing keeping me from curling up and dying in misery is the thought that I am actively spreading a contagion that will wipe out billions of humans. If this turns out just to be a bad cold, I will be pissed.
The Assassination of Jesse James is soooooooo booooring. Casey Affleck may be mildly less hideous than his sibling, but they are both gaping voids in the fabric of the universe, into which any semblence of talent or charisma is dragged, screaming, into the darkness, ne'er to return. Also, it is so badly directed, they have to have some random narrate what's going on in every scene.

Anyway, I think that's all the important life lessons I learnt this week - I trust you will all take them on board and be enriched by my wisdom. I'm going to watch the Wire and bemoan Bunny's fall from grace. Oh Bunny!

*Okay, it has Christian Slater, but he's in it for like ten minutes, and althoughg Antonio Banderas is normally hot, let's face it, white base and a Morticia Addams wig are not a good look for him.

The Wolverine movie is beautiful. It's a bit soap-opera-ish with the evil long lost brother thing and of course it has Gambit in (boo!) but really, this is about Hugh Jackman wearing leather and lots of hairspray, and a flimsy excuse for a plot strung together wuth awesomely choreographed fight scenes.
Hairspray has a bit wrecked the earlier X-Men movies for me. Well, not X3, that one came pre-wrecked. But now I cannot look at Cyclops without seeing Corny Collins and wanting him to dance and sing and be massively inappropriate on a daytime kids TV show. And then I feel sad when it doesn't happen.
If the Wolverine movie is beautiful, then Coraline is even more beautiful. I cannot describe the wonder. Go watch!
I love the movie version of Interview with the Vampire. I sometimes forget how much I love it because I'm a bit shallow and there's nobody I really think is hot in there,* and also nowadays it's a bit tainted from the combined batshittery of Tom Cruise and Anne Rice, but I was watching it on Sunday and as soon as I heard those first few bars in the opening sequence, all my love for it came rushing back.
The first half of the fourth season of Supernatural is semi-awesome. That's not the same as being full-on good, by the way. It's like, a bit good. There's a lifesized walking, talking, suicidal teddy bear (awesome), a stubbly angel who's a bit gay for Dean (awesome), an episode which is basically Supernatural does the Universal Studios Monster Mash (awesome to the power of a sideways eight thing) and BUNNY! Unfortunately, there's also creepy Padaleckisex, the stubbly angel isn't as stubbly or as overtly gay for Dean as I feel he could be, and Bunny is really mean. To like, everyone. Oh Bunny, how have we come to this? Also, there were these totally mean witches who tried to ruin Halloween for everyone. Boo, mean witches! You're lucky it was only Sam and Dean that showed up to punish you with guns. If Jack Skellington had been there, then you'd be sorry.
I had better have pig flu! I feel like shit and the only thing keeping me from curling up and dying in misery is the thought that I am actively spreading a contagion that will wipe out billions of humans. If this turns out just to be a bad cold, I will be pissed.
The Assassination of Jesse James is soooooooo booooring. Casey Affleck may be mildly less hideous than his sibling, but they are both gaping voids in the fabric of the universe, into which any semblence of talent or charisma is dragged, screaming, into the darkness, ne'er to return. Also, it is so badly directed, they have to have some random narrate what's going on in every scene.

Aw man, I should totally not put A Home at the End of the World as the last movie I watched for Colinfest, seeing as how it always makes me cry a little bit. In fact, I have just watched Colin Farrel lose four boyfriends and one daddy figure in a single evening and I'm totally sad now. I need to go and watch something happy and beautiful before I go to sleep, but I lent my copy of Once Upon A Time In Mexico to a friend, boo! You guys need to recommend some other good films with cheery endings to me.

Oh wait! I totally forgot about Hairspray. Screw you Zac Efron, I deserve some damn cheer right about now and your stupid cancer-inducing face isn't going to stand in the way of happy songs about chocolate and cake.