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Flight of the Conchords, Too Many Dicks on the Dancefloor

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via BBC:

“David Tennant is to stand down as Doctor Who, after becoming one of the most popular Time Lords in the history of the BBC science fiction show.”

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I’ll be heading up to Boston this week for IFFBoston, where they’ll be screening the doc about Jay McCarroll, Eleven Minutes. I love Jay McCarroll. I wish I could be his friend. For a teaser here’s a snip of an interview with him that had me laughing out loud. They are discussing the reality show So You Think You Can Dance:

Q: I don’t watch that one.
A: Not to be confused with Dancing with the Stars or America’s Dance Crew, or Dance on your Own Grave. That’s the one where you kill yourself and dance on your own grave.

Filed by cynthia rockwell at 8:36 am under Just Movies,TV
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Best idea for a reality show ever. Ever. UPDATE: Never mind, it’s a fiction show, not reality. Damn. But they should make a reality show about it.

Meanwhile, Eddie Izzard’s new show is pretty boring and their American accents are really weird but I must say that without all the makup he’s pretty sexy:

Though I know women who are in love with him even in drag.

Darth Vader: I will have the penne all’arrabiata.

Canteen Worker: You’ll need a tray.

Darth Vader: Do you know who I am?

Canteen Worker: Do you know who I am?

Darth Vader: This is not a game of who the fuck are you. For I am Vader, Darth Vader, Lord Vader. I can kill you with a single thought.

Canteen Worker: Well, you’ll still need a tray.

Darth Vader: No, I will not need a tray. I do not need a tray to kill you. I can kill you without a tray, with the power of the Force, which is strong within me. Even though I could kill you with a tray if I so wished. For I would hack at your neck with the thin bit until the blood flowed across the canteen floor.

Canteen Worker: No, the food is hot. You’ll need a tray to put the food on.

Darth Vader: Oh, I see the food is hot. I’m sorry. I did not realise. Ha ha ha ha … oh … tray for the … yes. I thought you were challenging me for the fight to the death.

Canteen Worker: A fight to the death? This a canteen, I work here.

Darth Vader: Yes, but I am Vader. I am Lord Vader? Everyone challenges me to a fight to the death. Lord Vader? Darth Vader, I’m Darth Vader. Sir Lord Vader? Sir Lord Darth Vader? Lord Darth Sir Lord, Lord Vader of Cheem? Sir Lord Baron Von Vader Ham? The Death Star. I run the Death Star.

Canteen Worker: What’s the Death Star?

Darth Vader: This is the Death Star! You’re in the Death Star! I run this star!

Canteen Worker: This is a star?

Darth Vader: This is a fucking star! I run it! I’m your boss.

Canteen Worker: You’re Mr. Stevens?

Darth Vader: No, I’m … who is Mr. Stevens?

Canteen Worker: He’s Head of Catering.

Darth Vader: I’m not Head of Catering! I am Vader, I can kill catering with a thought.

Canteen Worker: Wha’?

Darth Vader: I can kill you all! I can kill me with a thought! Just … fine, I’ll get a tray! Fuck it! This one’s wet, and this one’s wet and this one’s wet. This one is wet. This one is wet. This one is wet. This one is wet. This one is wet. This one is wet. This one is wet. This one is wet. Did you dry these in a rainforest? Why, with the power of the Death Star do we not have a tray that is fucking dry? I do not … no, no, no! I was here first!

Other guy: You have to form a queue if you want food. Can I have, uh … ooo, penne all’arrabiata. That’d be very nice.

Darth Vader: No, no, no! Do you know who I am?

Other guy: That’s Jeff Vader that is!

Darth Vader: I am not Jeff Vader, I am Darth Vader.

Other guy: What? Jeff Vader runs the Death Star?

Darth Vader: No, Jeff … no, I run the Death Star.

Other guy: You Jeff Vader?

Darth Vader: No, I’m Darth Vader.

Other guy: Are you his brother? Could you get his autograph?

Darth Vader: I can’t get his … no, I’m Jeff … all right, I’m Jeff Vader! I’m Jeff Vader!

Other guy: Could I have your autograph?

Darth Vader: No, fuck off or I’ll kill you with a tray! Give me penne all’arrabiata or you shall die! And you and everyone in this canteen! Death by tray it shall be!

Canteen Worker: Do you want peas with that?

Darth Vader: Peas! You don’t have peas! You can’t put in right in … you can’t put …it doesn’t work with penne! Unless you push ’em up the penne tubes and then it’d be weird! Oh, all right! Put some peas in.

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It was a Netflix recommendation so I tried it … now I am addicted and I have three seasons, five dvds each, to get through. And it’s not just because my dad was a Maryland policeman. Or because Jimmy McNulty is so freaking hot. If you need me I will be in front of my TV feeding these discs into my DVD player…

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He sang Sam Cooke and he stole my heart.

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I’m betting this British commercial would never make it on American TV. Those Brits and their office porn. (via GapingVoid) Sort of not work safe. Ironically. Or appropriately, whichever.

Filed by cynthia rockwell at 3:21 pm under TV
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