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Friday, August 11, 2006

How's your news?

Something is boring into my head. How it got there isn't important, but the fact that it really refuses to leave is disturbing. Here's how it goes. Sing along with the link if you dare.
Hey, how's your news?
Would you like to sing a tune
would you like to chase your blues away??!?!?
Put on your dancing shoes
and tell us how's your news
It soon will be coming through, straight through...
Gather your friends with you
and switch on the tube
You don't need an (*excuse?*),
How's your news?
Imagine "switiching on the tube" and finding a crack news team of five or six severely disabled news reporters. Most of them can't talk coherently. One of can hardly move with anything other than random jerks. They all lack the ability to get the "scoop," unless it's ice cream.
That's the whole premise behind How's Your News, a Trey Parker/Matt Stone production. It's supposedly a serious documentary about a team of disabled people from New Hampshire who decide to go across the country in a hand-painted motorhome to ask people questions that are burning in the minds of Americans.
One interviews people by pretending to talk, but having no idea what he's saying. Another only asks about characters from soap operas. The female singer of the theme song badgers a homeless man, asking him twice what sights they should see in Virginia. Both times he replies "I hate it here." Soap Opera man and The Female Badger wrote and sang and forgot the words to that theme song.
For some reason, the South Park inventors thought a film about this ineffective news team crossing the country, scaring people, hitting themselves and others in the face with microphones, and just generally not getting the scoop in towns like Washington, Texas, and Retardania was a good idea.
It wasn't. These are sincere, hard-working, physically and mentally challenged people who fail entirely at being interesting. You'll cringe a little when they leave the non-speaking, non-signing reporter who can't move parked on Venice Beach flailing at passers-by, and you'll fast forward some parts because they're either painful to listen to, or not interesting at all.
How's Your News really doesn't illustrate the human condition, or tug at your heartstrings. You don't quite get mad at the reporters for being so horrible, because, hey, they're retarded. But you do spend a long time wondering what you are supposed to be getting from this movie, and whether or not the South Park directors were expecting a lot more.
Here's one more song.


Blogger Ladysir said...

They did a Vice issue starring these guys about three years ago.

Just saying.

11:22 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Old news!

4:31 PM

Blogger Superdude said...

It's only old news to people who haven't heard of it. And frankly, I like it here under my rock. I'm sorry I wasn't up to date on the retard haps.

8:27 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

HI there, I don't know who you are , but I find your comments about using "Retards" to do anything, extremely offending. You are obviously the "Retard" for even making these comments. Please retract this file. I know you are free to say what you want, but don't make fun of people who are "Human" and have more heart than you will ever have.

3:02 PM

Blogger Superdude said...

"Using" retards? You're nuts. I didn't even mention using. Thanks for reading, though.

8:02 PM

Blogger Superdude said...

Also, calling me a retard really makes your point a lot stronger.

8:15 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey superdude, I took the time to read you're whole story and "Sorry" you aren't making fun of retarded people, but those idiots at South Park need a slap on the side of the head. Have a great day EH!!

7:14 AM

Blogger Superdude said...

Ah. Thanks, I rewrote it to make more sense, on the advice of a trusted associate, and cleaned it up a little.

1:19 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your a good man and how's the Atlantic region these days.

7:05 AM


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