HBO:Home Box O’Rockin!!

18. Jul, 2004 0 Comments

Listen now rude boys, if you don’t have HBO by now, it’s time to stop buying that monthly porno and hunker down a whopping $12.95 a month before I come to yer MASH (mansion, apartment, shack, or house) and beat you down. And if you don’t even have cable, it’s time to denounce yer citizenship and head back to Mother Russia you communist swine. America was built on cable TV. Why do you think dem Pilgrims left England? 5 channels of snooker and woman’s curling? Eggggzactly. Anywho, get HBO, NOW. Why o rye? Cause tonight’s presentations of Six Feet Underful and the brand spankin’ new Da Ali G Show were so phat, they were off the pH scale (not an acid, nor a base).

I have berry high eggspactations for this season’s Da Ali G Show and the first episode did not let me down one megabyte. Classic Ali G (the ATF canine bit was umcredible). Classic Borat (Polaroids speak louder than words). And yes, even classic Bruno (wanted to give a gay converting pastor a lap dance). I hadn’t laughed this much since the Calvin Coolidge administration.

And now for Six Feet Fumendercheese love. This show does not quit. Alan Ball is so on the ball that he’s the Pele of TV. Tonight’s ep was one of the best of the entire series. Period! Exclamation point. I won’t get into sordid details about what happened, as I’d prefer you actually watch the replay sometime this week on HBO14MST (HB0-14-Mountain Standard Time), but it was one of the most terrifying and gut-wrenching episodes of not only Six Fleet, but of telly-vision in the last few years. If only The Sopranos were half as good as Feet Thunder in its 4th season. I think they were too busy arguing over a cannoli and doing the same things 32 times over. Anywho, bravo Alan Ball. May Hollywood just keep throwing money at you, cause yer one of the few who actually deserve it.

And here’s yer sorta-weekly Rachel Griffiths Bitched @ Swirth (sorry, but she does sort of scare me like dem puppets from The Dark Crystal):