The other night, we watched two movies by Dreamworks. One was the Jerry Seinfeld mishap also known as Bee movie. The one-line summary: bees can talk, behave like humans, want their honey back, sue mankind, win, flowers die as bees stop working, bees realise that they’re vital, life goes on. The verdict: Avoid. It’s not that Jerry Seinfeld is Unfunny — no, the man never was funny in the first place. Ever. Which becomes painfully obvious if you watch this movie. Mediocrity does not constitute a replacement for Fun, nor for Story. Bee Movie: the movie so mediocre, it drowns in it.
What a refreshment Kung Fu Panda brings! I don’t know if it is the difference between the whiny bag of hot air Seinfeld vs. the explosion of verbal energy that is Jack Black (actually, I do and it is in large part :), but seriously, so much better. Of course the story isn’t very good here either. But the jokes at least made me laugh, and I didn’t feel nauseated to the point of vomiting by the movie’s obligatory moral point (which, incidentally, always make me want to shout “Now we know! — and knowing is half the battle”).
tl;dr version: watch Kung Fu Panda + Jack Black rules; avoid Bee movie + Jerry Seinfeld sucks.
Yesterday, we went to see Thin Lizzy. It was one of the few bands left on Mat’s todo list. Well, did we cross that one off! These guys rock! And don’t be fooled by 
Once in a while I reflect back to my early days in the AOR (the Eindhoven student bar. Those were the days… house/club/pop music/hakkuh in the main bar, and alternative music in the schuifbar. There’s one song I only recall having heard there, despite liking it a lot I never found it.