(Hang on; just then while I was over at the About Us section of Plugged In Online, I found the most excellent thing ever in their FAQ section. You know what one of the questions is? It’s “Do you have any articles or know of good Scripture passages that can help hone my family’s media discernment skills?” I swear. It says that. That is one of their frequently asked questions. Help hone my family’s media discernment skills. You can say it’s frequently asked, Plugged In Online, but I DOUBT IT. )
Okay, back to my main point, which is about Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (le very funny flim Steve and I just watched). Here is the link to the full review, but just to give you an idea, here’s an excerpt about the Dirty Homosexual Content:
To distract police from a corpse they’re loading in the trunk, Perry grabs Harry and gives him a lingering kiss. (Harry is disgusted, however, and there’s never any hint that he’s now interested in exploring his latent homosexual feelings.)
Awright. That was my favorite part. But the whole thing’s good, really. The flim exploits is R-rating, you know. It exploits it. If only there were a higher rating for families to shun even MORE. That’d really be better.
Yeah, so Steve and I just watched this flim, and we totally failed at figuring out what was going on in advance, except I did guess what was up with the panties only I thought it was too obvious and not clever enough so I didn’t say anything to Steve, and it turned out I was right, and then I told Steve I was right but there’s no reason for him to believe me because it’s soooo easy to say it after it’s been Revealed, and I should have said it in the first place and he would have known that I was a genius.
I was going to say something else that was very funny indeed about this flim, and it would have made you all laugh, but now I’ve totally forgotten what it was. Sorry. I guess all this honing of my media discernment skills (thanks, Plugged In Online!) has distracted me to the point that I can no longer remember the (probably impious) comment I was going to make. That’s what happens when you hone your media discernment skills. (I have now written “skillers” for “skills” like six times. I have no idea what’s up with this.)
I’ll just leave you with this thought: Robert Downey Jr., presumably angry at the world for his drug issues, named his son INDIO FALCONER. Indio. Falconer. Downey. That really is the kid’s name. So if you ever think about calling your son Indio, please remember the following two things: 1) only druggies do that; and 2) Just add a G! And you’ll have the lovely, lovely, lovely name of Indigo! Indigo! Doesn’t it feel pleasing on your tongue? Innnnnnn-digo! DO NOT STEAL THAT NAME IT IS MINE.
4 comments:
I’m not sure how the last paragraph in any way supports your argument that naming your baby Indigo would be, like, a good thing.
In fact, you have not only undercut your own argument, you have placed yourself in the same category as Robert Downey, Jr. and that category, parenting-skills-wise, is just slightly lower than Brittany Spears. In God’s name, stop before it’s too late. For both of you.
That’s nonsense. If I said, Oh my God, this stupid movie person has called his/her daughter Mar, and it could be so much better if they just added a Y to the end, that would not undercut the argument that Mar was a bad name. It would simply provide a quick fix. One Y added to the birth certificate, and voila, the child can have a lovely name. Nor would it put me in the same category as the Mar-naming parent.
Though incidentally, you don’t know anything at all about Robert Downey, Jr.’s parenting skills, and neither do I, but I’d rather be his kid than Britney Spears’, because at least he isn’t total rubbish at his job and not in the least cool. So.
Oh, I misunderstood. You are arguing that Indio is a bad name, not that Indigo is a good one; the latter you are merely asserting without justification. The association of both names with Robert Downey, Jr., however, is not helping you.
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