My Personal Hangover

We've all had a hangover. Whether it be from ale, an overwhelming Christmas dinner or an innocent drugs binge, they're not particularly pleasant. A heavy head, dry mouth and stench of your misdemeanours is never a good way to start off a day, so you're always in a vile mood for the next few hours. They're not particularly entertaining to recount to friends, or to watch someone else have. They also have varying degrees; you can have mega bad ones. These are once in a lifetime hangovers, usually experienced after one's 18th or wedding, where Armageddon is a particularly attractive prospect as you lug your decrepit, aching body round your obliterated bachelor pad you bought to be independent, only to forget a microwave is something you should buy before a plasma telly, you ridiculous cretin. But imagine you have two of these really bad hangovers... in the space of about two years. Where you've pissed the bed, smashed your computer and sent hate emails to every friend, ex, acquaintance and potential employer you can think of. That's shit. Too soon. You still haven't recovered.

Well, I feel like that's happened to me; and I've never even had one of these mega-hangovers. My hangover calls itself a hangover, and even though it's not really, it's just as painful, just as pointless, and it feels like a worse version of stuff I've already experienced. My hangover is The Hangover. The film, The Hangover.

"Peter, that's a shit start to an article. They just share the same name. Fuck off and go and write for a newspaper you gayboy."

The problem is, they share more than a name. Hangovers aren't funny. Hangovers for me are at their worst where you can really feel them for about 90 minutes, then they fade, but the pain is still lingering. You always hear people talking about hangovers, and how they were worth it.
The Hangover isn't funny. The Hangover is terrible for 90 minutes, then stops, but its shitness lingers. Everyone talks about The Hangover 2 and says it was worth the wait and whatnot. The Hangover is having a hangover effect. As someone who uses a popular social networking website reasonably frequently, it's unavoidable. After a night out, I always check popular social networking website to untag photos and the like, and it's always there. Morons 'liking' pages dedicated to individual quotes from the film, and then the abhorrent main page for the movie, which is littered with retards saying things like (actual posts) "ITS LOVE FILM", "i wish monkeys had skype" and "great great movie... alen ur the best ....n drug dealer monkey too". It's sad, really.

What is the point to these films? It's typecasting at its very worst. I actually feel sorry for Zach Galifianiakis, he's actually really funny when he wants to be. Instead, he plays the same character in The Hangover series, Due Date and Dinner for Schmucks (which I know of). The strange, bearded weirdo that you feel you've got to love to enjoy the film. Although I can't complain too much when Tom Hanks has been doing a separate character over and over for the past 20 years. The film itself is drawn out and boring. It's a typical American comedy: unusually different protagonists in a harsh, unfamiliar environment, who are introduced to fucked up and unrealistic side characters in the process of following the story which is usually to find or take control of someone or something just to get everything back to normal. From the greats like Airplane! to the bargain bin select that is Burn Hollywood, Burn!, the formula is being replicated over and over again in today's films. Zombieland, Hot Tub Time Machine, Date Night... the list really does go on. It's easy to say that it's just one of the basic comedy recipes, but there's no proper originality any more. I'm not going to give suggestions but I will slate the whole 'lost/confused in the big (possibly foreign) city' storyline, usually Las Vegas. One of the actors, Ed Helms, had the cheek to claim it was original somewhat: "I think part of what's special about this movie is that none of the comedy comes from the characters being clever, like you see in a lot of sitcoms or movies..." That's original? Stupid people? That shows just how stretched they are for originality nowadays, they have to fake it.

As if that's not enough, I haven't even mentioned (although you've hopefully already noticed) that the Hangover 2 is another sequel. Films aren't films any more, they're franchises. Even if the first film was funny, a tired, unnecessary sequel like the Hangover's completely eradicates any sort of merit or enjoyment. Sequels can be overlooked (Jaws 2, An American Werewolf in Paris), but when they're in mediocre to shit franchises (Scary Movie to the Hangover), therefore liked by complete morons, the idiotic studio gives gigantic quantities of publicity to them, and inevitably become impossible to avoid.

The Hangover has brought upon itself every possible wrong that is prevalent in the film industry today. But it's not entirely the makers' fault. They're feeding the audience which does exist and wants these sorts of films, and to be fair, the films are hugely successful in financial terms, they'll get praise for that. Also, the originality shortage can't be helped too much; most ideas have already been used and because they're original, the imitations have run the concept dry (The Hangover itself to me is just a Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas clone). In the end, I know I'm going to have to compromise by digging through the shit to find a half decent film. Sometimes there are really funny mainstream comedies, the most recent I can think of being Forgetting Sarah Marshall, made by a fantastic Jason Segel performance. But until Hollywood eases itself away from lusting over commercial success and kills Jason Friedberg & Aaron Seltzer,  nobody's going to win, and it doesn't look like any of that is happening anytime soon. For now, I'm just going to sit back, relax, and put Jaws on loop.

I Can't Even Explain Why

I've been away for a while, thanks for noticing. I've had a lot of work, not a lot of free time and sadly, The Famous Peter has been derelict for a good few months. It was going to be that way until about July, but something recently has really made my ears prick up. More than that, in fact; it's sent me fucking livid. I've seen war, famine, poverty and Ince, but nothing could ever prepare me for the abhorrent abomination that is Teenage YouTube Tune Sensations, or TYTS.

The first one (well, it was the first one to be noticed) appeared with Rebecca Black. I don't need to explain her to you (if you've ravaged through the internet long enough to find this dark corner you've no doubt come across her along the way), but she can't go without a mention nowadays when somebody's talking about internet trends. She got a video, x million hits later there's all manner of imitations plaguing my facebook news feed, emails and even newspaper when the cyberbullying "got out of hand". One of the most notorious copycats is a 13 year old girl called Jenna Rose. Jenna is your typical American upper-middle class girl; spoilt by her (probably) single mother and so far up her own arse she can headbutt her gallbladder. So what's special? Well, she indulged in the new fad of making a music video (much like Rebecca Black) paid for by her mother to the princely sum of roughly $2,000. Now, if I were to ask for that amount of money in my house, I'd be branded a puff and thrown into the nearest Byker Grove resembling building to sort my life out. However, she's American (and a girl). The land of the free; Bald Eagles and all that jazz. She can do whatever DA FUHK she wants.

The result was 'My Jeans'. Released on the 1st of October 2010 over the YouTubes (four months before 'Friday'), it was nothing more than a silent fart in the couch of the internet. Of course, the great wankstain that is Rebecca Black came along, so people obsessed over that, and 'My Jeans' saw a revival, as a cult following for shit music developed. Page hits rocketed, as did the media attention. She merited the same amount of celebrity as anyone who has ever been near a Big Brother house. So, when every comment is abusive, your support is purely ironic and an entire hemisphere is laughing at you, what do you do?



FOLLOW IT UP AND WHORE YOURSELF OUT.

Jenna donned some extraordinarily skimpy pants, no doubt recommended to her by a loving, attention starved mother, and filmed this abomination. It's horrible. Out of tune, everything. But I'm not comprehensively reviewing this tripe; for me it doesn't merit the title of actual music. But I will see into a few things.

Firstly, the lyrics. Now, I rarely say this as I am rarely surprised or shocked, but what the fuck is going on? This is a ~12 year old girl. Why is she singing "oh my God, she looks good, oh my God, you know you wish you could..." What does that mean? What the hell is she doing? Was this song written in part by Chris Hansen? The song does follow up to explain that she means other girls would wish they could look like her, but again, that's no example to set to kids her age. Without getting all Christian Mothers' Association, she's vile. Really vile. The sexual content of this video is higher than most Gaga or Rihanna flicks. Given that Jenna has made two videos, and 50% of her videos are sexually explicit, this makes her one of the most inappropriate artists in the music business. I shuddered as I typed in music; it's still just noise to me.

Worst of all? She's not even getting any real fiscal benefits from all this. The only good thing she's getting is a lot of attention as goodness-knows-who watches this crap all over the world, only for her to be forgotten in a few years. The studio made the video and the song; her mother paid for the production and the most she'll get is a little over reimbursement (at least this happened to Rebecca Black, although she is rumoured to independently be following 'Friday' up). It's capitalism at its worst. TYTs are pathetic, seasonal fads that plague the internet like an ecstasy tablet. Everyone's happy for the first few hours but then it just gets all annoying and terrifying; you keep getting offered new ones, as everyone else looks like they're enjoying it but you know it's bad for society and against everything you stand for... so yeah, they're bollocks.

And worse still, the rise of the TYTS doesn't seem to be fading away. 'O.M.G.' is only a week old and has already amassed 1.5m views. Mothers all over the place will be trying to get their TYTS out and show them to the world. Luckily, it seems to have contained itself within America so far. Let's keep our fingers crossed that autotune is kept illegal for children on these shores.
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