If you're anything like me, sometimes you pull back breathlessly from making out with your strange lover to the B-52's Rock Lobster, and you wonder briefly, How do I know when it's really love?
I enter loverpants' home tonight to the anguished tones of Phil Collin's “In the air tonight.”
The movie loverpants is watching when I come in:
is about air drumming competitions
called “Adventures of Power”
and it is about labor unions.
Are there headbands, inexplicable pants-removal,
and a deluxe pack of Christopher Guest regulars including Jane Lynch?
Is there an incredible moment involving a discussion of racism inherent in
not counting the tabla as an event-appropriate air drum?
Did I just have an orgasm, kind of?
My only real critique of the film is that it is from 2008
and does not have the special earnest 1970's New Jersey it depicted.
So, heretofore unknown director Ari Gold, get yourself a time machine,
some of that sweet indie film money that's just lying around,
and bring it on. And let's keep an eye on Shoshanna Shoan,
the hot deaf girl from Weeds, because Marlee Matlin
only has so many parts written for her these days.
[And also the sex is really, really good.]
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