Posted By Russ Emerson on May 12, 2008 at 12:44 pm
Urgh: A Music War (1981)
(Directed by Derek Burbidge)
Some “music war.” If only there had been some casualties. I was hoping for an airstrike.
“Codswallop” might be too polite a term for this collection of mostly awful tripe.
½ star
The “film” consists of live New Wave and Punk performances by various — and I use this term in its broadest possible sense — “artists.”
This isn’t
film, it’s the early-80s equivalent of a modern concert-goer with a cell-phone video camera posting a low-res video to YouTube.
You have a better chance of making a good film if a random person in the street bumps into you, says “here, hold this camera,” and proceeds to do a song and dance number. In fact,
a much better chance.
The first number, The Police performing “Driven to Tears,” is pretty good. It goes pretty steadily downhill from there, with one or two bumps, until the two closing numbers, “Roxanne” and “So Lonely,” also by The Police.
The half-star rating is solely for the presence of The Police… but even
they aren’t good enough to salvage this train wreck and pull the rating higher.
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Posted By Russ Emerson on May 11, 2008 at 1:49 pm
A year ago, I was losing the ability to walk, and had resigned myself to having — at the minimum — an incurable disease (MS), and was trying to come to terms with possibly having one that would have been terminal (ALS).
I was rapidly becoming unable to take care of my home, my cat, and of myself. I could not drive, I couldn’t do simple household chores, I could barely prepare meals for myself. I was on a medication regime that was having only the slightest positive effect, while the side effects were making life fairly miserable. (Maybe you’ve seen that asthma medication ad where the guy says “I couldn’t take the steroids any more.” Preach it, brother.)
I was facing the probable loss of home, career… everything. Into this breach stepped Mom.
Though my diagnosis ultimately shifted to something rather less severe than originally expected, I was nonetheless in a steep decline. But where I was unable to take care of myself, she gamely managed it all.
She drove me to doctor appointments.
She did the cooking. I’ve never in my life eaten so healthily.
She did the household chores.
She fed the cat.
She kept up with the neighborhood friends with whom I was unable to go out to chat.
When I was cranky and crabby after tests and surgery (just try not being a grouch after a spinal tap or having a hole drilled in your head) (on second thought, just take my word for it) she was understanding and patient.
When I fell, she was there to help me up.
In every sense including the literal, Mom was a life saver. No 45-year-old adult wants to be “taken care of by Mommy,” but without her I probably wouldn’t be able to tell the tale, or any tale.
Words are inadequate to tell how thankful I am for her.
Love ya, Mom.
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