We sat through the cringefest that's American Piei mostly for the bimbo's benefit -- she hadn't seen it before. Can you believe the insanity, by the way, here's the item, the "cultural artefact" that undisputably set the limits as well as provided the impetuus for every aspect of youth culture as she's "experienced" itii, as she's soaked through and marinaded in ; yet... she's never seen it. She's entirely aware of it in myriad ways to do with those vague rumours of history aforementioned ; but she's also and equally bereft of contact with the prime mover of it all -- a circumstance making it all the easier to pretendiii "science just is" or "that's just how things are" or "do we still have to DO this" etcetera. A regrettable state of affairs -- before "the pact" was "invented" as an Aaron Spelling trope there wasn't the pact ; and when George yells out "We had a pact!!!" he's mocking something, specifically, pointedly. Ah well...
Anyways, a window into an America before the US is always instructive. Those people had things, in those days, you know. Do you know ? Do you... remember ? Back when white people lived in suburbia and had things ?
Don't worry -- none of that has anything to do with you. It's just history, whether lived or otherwise it dwells in history books and the scholarly mind, it's where it belongs, it's where it stays. You get the sequels or sequelae or whatever it is they call it.
- 1999! by Paul (and Chris) Weitz, with Shannon Elizabeth (topless), Alyson Hannigan, Natasha Lyonne, Tara "Perfect" Reid, Mena Suvari and a whole slew of other hopefuls that came to naught.
Do you suppose, incidentally, than when he got that role they told the derpy kid involved that "it'll probably be great for his singing career" ? Well... it wasn't. Nobody heard of Chris Klein's "jazz vocal" career, at any rate. Moreover, I suspect there's a major disconnect between the vague rumours of a history long past (whereby, for instance, Sinatra gave Mr. Warmth his start) and current practice, where "careers" are very much not a thing anymore. But... why depress yourselves, hai mai bine-un cintec vesel sa cintam.
PS. Stiffler's salary was $8`000. Yes, that's right, that's what the kid made for being in this film. [↩]
- Let's permit the record a voice :
12 July 1999 | by JeffCNN
I laughed so hard I spit out half the bucket-o-pop I was drinking, and finally had to stop sipping from its fine nectar, because so many times I was hooting and bending over in joy.
There are some slower moments to let you catch your breath and allow for moments of sincerity, but only for a minute. The scenes in the previews (the ones you think will ruin the movie for you) are expounded on ten-fold, so there are plenty of surprises.
- Not that she does, at all -- but theoretically regarding the matter. [↩]