Just Like Heaven
Show me show me show me how you do that tripe
The kind that makes me scream, I said
The kind that makes me cry, I said
I clucked my tongue and shook my head
As bad as my paraphrasing/butchering of these classic Cure lyrics might be, it pales in comparison to the use of the title Just Like Heaven for the latest Reese Witherspoon suckfest. Now I don’t know exactly what this movie is about since I only saw a poster for it, but I’m pretty confident in saying that I’d rather die than see this movie. It’s obviously more Reese rom-com treacle. They should call it Just Like Sweet Home Alabama. I liked this movie better when it was called Sweet Home Alabama, and I didn’t like Sweet Home Alabama. Who am I kidding? I didn’t even watch Sweet Home Alabama.
Remember when Reese was cool? I’m talking about her Freeway, Election, Pleasantville, American Psycho days. Reese picked edgy, interesting projects. Then Legally Blonde came along and turned her into America’s Sweetheart, and now we get crappy movies like Just Like Heaven.
You know, I don’t even really care that Reese has made yet another craptacular rom-com. I just wish they hadn’t named it after a Cure song. I mean, I didn’t mind when Boys Don’t Cry came out, because it was a good title for a good movie. But I just gotta believe that Robert Smith of The Cure (and yes, that is his full name: Robert Smith of The Cure) is extra depressed by this turn of events. I mean, like, Morrissey depressed.
It makes me sad, too, because I know what happens next. If Just Like Heaven is a hit, then you know the next Julia Roberts crapfest will be called Pictures of You. Or, worse yet, we’ll see Jennifer Lopez in the feel-good chickflick of the spring, Friday I’m In Love. I’m actually getting scared just writing that. Note to studio execs who may have found their way here: Don’t Do That. Really, Hollywood, if you want to name a movie after a Cure song, why not have some balls and go for something a little tougher, like Pornography or Killing an Arab?
The kind that makes me scream, I said
The kind that makes me cry, I said
I clucked my tongue and shook my head
As bad as my paraphrasing/butchering of these classic Cure lyrics might be, it pales in comparison to the use of the title Just Like Heaven for the latest Reese Witherspoon suckfest. Now I don’t know exactly what this movie is about since I only saw a poster for it, but I’m pretty confident in saying that I’d rather die than see this movie. It’s obviously more Reese rom-com treacle. They should call it Just Like Sweet Home Alabama. I liked this movie better when it was called Sweet Home Alabama, and I didn’t like Sweet Home Alabama. Who am I kidding? I didn’t even watch Sweet Home Alabama.
Remember when Reese was cool? I’m talking about her Freeway, Election, Pleasantville, American Psycho days. Reese picked edgy, interesting projects. Then Legally Blonde came along and turned her into America’s Sweetheart, and now we get crappy movies like Just Like Heaven.
You know, I don’t even really care that Reese has made yet another craptacular rom-com. I just wish they hadn’t named it after a Cure song. I mean, I didn’t mind when Boys Don’t Cry came out, because it was a good title for a good movie. But I just gotta believe that Robert Smith of The Cure (and yes, that is his full name: Robert Smith of The Cure) is extra depressed by this turn of events. I mean, like, Morrissey depressed.
It makes me sad, too, because I know what happens next. If Just Like Heaven is a hit, then you know the next Julia Roberts crapfest will be called Pictures of You. Or, worse yet, we’ll see Jennifer Lopez in the feel-good chickflick of the spring, Friday I’m In Love. I’m actually getting scared just writing that. Note to studio execs who may have found their way here: Don’t Do That. Really, Hollywood, if you want to name a movie after a Cure song, why not have some balls and go for something a little tougher, like Pornography or Killing an Arab?
posted by Amy at 10:17 AM
1 Comments:
This lyric butchering may rival my "rice run baby rice run like a rabbit baby" lyric butchering. If you listen carefully, you can still catch me singing the song this way sometimes. (For those of you who are thoroughly confused, that's supposed to be "you spin me right round baby right round like a record baby...")
Hmm. Maybe it was just an expression of my latent foodie inclinations when I was a wee lass. I have never eaten rabbit, however, and I don't really enjoy rice.
"Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream" she said
"The one that makes me laugh" she said
And threw her arms around my neck
Tripe??? Cripes. You've been reading too many Vietnamese menus.
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