Last night was that precious rarity of late - a quiet night in. Just me and the tv.
I had left the office a couple of hours early, on account of the complete lack of any functioning office equipment meaning that I, well, basically had nothing to do (and normally I'm so thoroughly fine with that so long as My Friend The Internetz is to hand). Working in a new suburb, a new suburb filled with new shops, meant that I was powerless to resist the urge to do some Retail Therapy on the way home. Powerless. Not my fault. Those wily shopkeepers.
Anyhoo, I'm not too proud to admit to trawling the bargain bins of JB Hi-Fi. DVDs are like men, most satisfying when they're cheap and easy to lay your hands on. I missed seeing Rent when it was on at the movies here earlier this year, and never saw the stage musical, so when I saw it at like 75% off the original price I couldn't resist. Plus, you know, it being a musical and me being a big musical loving homo, plus the praise it got from other big homos, my curiosity was piqued.
I wouldn't say it blew exactly, but I struggled to get into it and was kinda underwhelmed. Don't start hating on me for not loving it - I'll give it another watch without prejudice, and try and picture myself in a darkened theatre with a full Big Gay Audience (and a Big Gay Cast), and see if my opinion is revised. Maybe I'll try a new drinking game, and do a shot everytime the lipsynching in the film is really, really obvious.
I would be very drunk by the closing credits.
Keeping to the evening's theme of music, I then tuned in to see who was voted off the island on Australian Idol, and of course the general public (aka 14 year old girls with mobile phone accounts and a serious case of texting induced thumb strain) again got it wrong. One of the best voices in the comp gone whilst the obvious choice to go, a teenage girl who has forever tunelessly wrecked my passion for the song "Heart of Glass" by Blondie, gets to sit on the Big Ugly Couch until next week. Ech, whatever.
The musical portion of the evening concluded and then it was on to The Biggest Loser. My verdict? Quite a moving and satisfying episode; what with the care packages from home, the missing out on the care packages from home, the lovefest on the Blue Team, the surprise loss (and subsequent lesson in over confidence) for the Blue Team. Grand themes.
I'm kind of gobsmacked at the numbers these people are losing though. I mean, I know 'water weight' and all that, but the numbers are HUGE. Can that be healthy? And, how can I get some of that action? Healthy or not. Trainer Bob I need you, seriously. Speaking of which, he just gets hotter to me every darn week - even with the mullet.
Afterwards I was channel surfing and saw that a gay comedy I saw a while back and enjoyed, the German film Balls, was starting on SBS. So of course I watched it again, staying up way too late and completely blowing my intention of an early night. It's such a sweet film, with two very charismatic leads, and is one of a handful of films I can think of that disprove the prejudice that "German" and "comedy" are words that make strange bedfellows.