Singles pretty much sucks-ass for a number of very obvious reasons. Reasons that
are totally valid unless you happen to be one of the (oh say...) fifty-one percent of the
world's population that lacks testicles. Singles is about things, which I understand
are referred to as 'character development' and the even more dumb 'feelings.' In
other words, this movie is what we of the genetically non-insane population like to
call a 'chick flick.'
So, rather than list the lame parts of Singles I'm gonna list the parts of Singles that
make me still like the movie. I will begin now:
1- The scene in which Alice in Chains plays live.
2- The scene when Soundgarden plays live.
These two parts will always make me smile and nod my head because the 'Grunge'
era was right about the time I came to non-lame musical awareness; and this movie
was the first movie made shamelessly capitalizing on the Seattle scene. I still
remember when I got my first Sub-Pop catalog in the mail. The Seattle scene saved
popular rock and roll from eternal salvation. Salvation does not rock.
Here comes The Rooster, my man. I've gotta break my rusty cage and run outta here.
are totally valid unless you happen to be one of the (oh say...) fifty-one percent of the
world's population that lacks testicles. Singles is about things, which I understand
are referred to as 'character development' and the even more dumb 'feelings.' In
other words, this movie is what we of the genetically non-insane population like to
call a 'chick flick.'
So, rather than list the lame parts of Singles I'm gonna list the parts of Singles that
make me still like the movie. I will begin now:
1- The scene in which Alice in Chains plays live.
2- The scene when Soundgarden plays live.
These two parts will always make me smile and nod my head because the 'Grunge'
era was right about the time I came to non-lame musical awareness; and this movie
was the first movie made shamelessly capitalizing on the Seattle scene. I still
remember when I got my first Sub-Pop catalog in the mail. The Seattle scene saved
popular rock and roll from eternal salvation. Salvation does not rock.
Here comes The Rooster, my man. I've gotta break my rusty cage and run outta here.
