(I won't even begin to go into the idea of someone having stole my username, as I'm just too tired right now to cite my copyrights on the name Yacketycat, and all that sh*t.)
The world is falling down on me all the time. And, probably, you too. And what do I wake up to this morning - after falling asleep to Tenth Street Angel or whatever it was called, glad I'd landed on something that wasn't bad news?
I wake up to some song about how everything is miserable, and how horrible life is, some guy screaming over silence and a little piano, and I wake up and want to hang myself because life is ugly and horrible.
I looked at the TV screen, figuring the cat had stepped on a button on the remote or something because this could not possibly be TCM, and much to my chagrin, for the second year in a row, they chose a song about how futile and miserable life is to pay tribute to wonderful people who spent their whole f*cking lives trying to make people feel like there was some magic to life.
Now, they are on spin cycle in their graves.
Am I the only one who feels this way? Am I the only one offended by these stupid yearly emo tributes that seek to destroy everything that the movies TCM shows is all about?
I wanted to throw up this morning at 8am, when I didn't know what I was waking up to. I hit Mute when I realized I was looking at a clip of Harvey Korman - a guy who had brought me a lot of laughs in my childhood - and some dude was screaming in agony, about agony, behind the clip. Could we not get a desperately sad recording of "What'll I Do" or something more appropriate for the people we're honoring? A song about how futile life is seems asinine on a station like this. I'm not asking for a cliche, I'm just asking for something other than dark modern misery to honor these great people, who were all so far beyond our stupid dark modern misery... if anyone wants that, they should watch Sundance instead.
TCM ought to stop trying to tie in the old with the modern. Okay, Rose McGowan, whatever. You're fine. But this screamo sh*t has got to go. The one thing they've done right when trying to combine the new with the old has been that great montage-compilation, 100 years of filmmaking... it begins and ends with the Victorian clip of a woman dancing and swirling her skirt around. It's slightly creepy, but in a way that works. And in a way that
DOESN'T MAKE PEOPLE WANT TO VOMIT AND CURL UP IN A BALL AT 8 AM ON A SATURDAY.
Yeah, they ought to take a cue from that.
If you all like the song, that's cool, whatever. I'm guessing you're mostly young, and into that sort of thing. But I thought it was a pretty damn unnecessarily sickening tribute to some really great people. There is so much more TCM could do with these tributes. This is the second year in a row their dead-people tribute has made me want to both puke and hang myself.
The last thing anyone needs at the end of the year is to feel like they want to puke and hang themselves. And if I'm 32 and I feel that way, imagine how those poor 80-year-olds feel when they hear some dude screaming about what a waste life is while they're trying to watch a nice clip of Paul Newman and think about their own impending death. It's time to replace the music guy at TCM, I think, or just put him on some f***ing meds.
Okay, I feel better now. Please feel free to rail on me as I don't plan to ever log on to here again, but I signed up because I had to vent about that stupid freaking bad choice of ugly song.
