Michael: How Not To Do The Music Biopic

I knew the from the moment I heard that this joint was directly backed by the Jackson estate that it was going to be bad, but yeah, this isn’t it. This makes me feel disappointment and cynicism. While it’s clearly already doing super well in the box office department, I won’t be there to celebrate the financial success. It don’t matter to me. No, I won’t come together to celebrate that W, except maybe from the point of view of supporting the cinema system.

Enough with the MJ puns and onto some actual thoughts.

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Dog Oddity, Hit the Road to Dogland

My number one pooch has recently gone to lie with cushions and eat his own harness once more in the great beyond. Having spent his life in over half of mine, it’s only fitting that the bestest boy gets a couple of poems. The first is an abridged version of Bowie’s Space Oddity and the second one is written to the verse of ‘Hit The Road To Dreamtown’, a tune sang by Betty Hutton that features in my favourite film noir of all time, L.A. Confidential. So long, my fine gentleman of foggy Didcot town.

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