Sue Haller: March 2009 Archives

I headed over to Regal Cinemas at West Manchester Mall on Friday to see "I Love You Man" with my husband. I agree with Ellen's review, except for I didn't think the movie was as predictable as she did. It was surprisingly sweet, but that's not what I'm writing about.
From the start of the movie we knew something wasn't quite right with the sound. We could hear all the dialogue, singing and sound effects, but the music was barely audible. It played softly in the background like music in a grocery store. It made the entire viewing experience very odd.
We let the usher know that the sound was off, he said he'd look into it. Unfortunately, it wasn't fixed until the credits were nearly on the screen.
Music can often make or break a movie or show. That's why so many musicians these days are clamoring to be heard on popular shows like "Grey's Anatomy" or "Gossip Girl." It's a symbiotic relationship, just as the artist gets a ton of exposure, the show gets cool points for discovering new bands, what's more scenes in the show are made all that more memorable and poignant by the songs playing in the background. See Denny's death scen in "Grey's Anatomy":

I mean really?
Admittedly, I'd have trouble coming up with an idea of how to market this particular product - but the use of various mangy shrubbery, hedges and topiary in this commercial is just plain goofy.
Clearly, the world of woman's beauty product marketing has hit a rough patch.
* I'll keep my eye out for a video with better quality.

I'm writing this as a public service.
If my husband asks me one more time why I don't apply deodorant in a similar fashion to the woman in that commercial who jumps on her bed in her underwear, I fear I might shove my deodorant into one of his orifices.
I might be alone on this, but my morning routine generally doesn't involve any jumping on the bed fully clothed or otherwise.
Deodorant application is a rushed affair. I don't open all the windows in the house allowing the sun and warm morning breezes to flow in as I daintily smooth out adequate amounts of an anti-perspirant that contains - in no particular order - lemon, seagrass, lemongrass, green tea and the toes of South American Fire-Headed Newts.

Last night when my husband announced he needed to do research for his basketball brackets, I decided to take advantage of the three months of free HBO we're getting and tune into one of last year's Oscar-nominated films, "Michael Clayton". (I'm always behind the ball on these things).