Criticicism. And maybe some rambling.

If you don't care about my opinion of things, look away, or press back or something similarly productive. We'll start with television.

Skins. Shit. The characters are poorly written wannabe emulations of the cast of the first series. The only endearing one is Naomi Campbell, and the inner-psychologist in me tells me that it's because I think she's really, really fit. Forgive me.

Secondly, Demons. A supernatural, monster-y drama/action series with Whatshisface Glennister from Life On Mars doing a shitty 1950's Chicago police-officer impression, killing vampires and other stereotypical monsters with an archetypal prettyboy male, generic rebellious female, and some hot blind lady who likes to wear leather. Original, no; Entertaining, yes, in a casual, don't-think-and-it-won't-suck kind of way. Turn off your brain and it may entertain.

Okay, now films. Saw Underworld 3 at it's first showing yesterday because two of my friends are absolute fanboys about the Underworld franchise and particularly the outfit that Kate Beckinsale wears. She wasn't in it, but there was a lot of blood and swords and werewolves and other assorted manliness. Furthermore, I firmly believe that Bill Nighy is the best casting choice for a vampire ever. He carries it perfectly, it's like he was born to do it. Then again he carries every role that well, but whatever. Average film, enjoyable enough to burn the time, with some good action scenes. Just don't take the dramatic dialogue too seriously. 

Unless it's from Bill Nighy. Then I expect you to pay due attention in full, lest he beat you with his godliness.

I rented Hellboy 2 today as well, and that was a shocker. It was really, really good. Excellent, even. Ron Perlman was genius as always, the comedy was spot on and not forced or arbitrary, and the special effects were seriously fucking unbelievable. Don't know else to say about it, but it was awesome.

And now music. Bon Iver's new E.P, Blood Bank. Pure, unwavering beauty. Soaring vocals, seething with raw emotion. Simply unbelievable. Enough of that though.

Daryl Palumbo can do no wrong, Glassjaw & Head Automatica are pure genius. Frank Iero (yes, from MCR) has a decent side-project out called Leathermouth, which is perfectly anti-emo, lots of screaming and punk riffs. 

Rediscovering old-school Outkast too, which is great. Vibrate and Unhappy are awesome. Lot's of stuff to skip though.

All done now.