Lyrics
Load up on guns
Bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's overboard, self assured
Oh no I know, a dirty word
Bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's overboard, self assured
Oh no I know, a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low [x3]
Hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an Albino
A mosquito, my libido, yeah
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an Albino
A mosquito, my libido, yeah
Hey, yay
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift, I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
And for this gift, I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low [x3]
Hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an Albino
A mosquito, my libido, yeah
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an Albino
A mosquito, my libido, yeah
Hey, yay
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah,
Oh yeah,
In the final year of elementary school, the teacher allowed us to choose what kind of music we wanted to hear during lunch break. As we were 12 years old, this naturally descended into chaos, and our teacher was forced to create a music roster. Each day someone else was allowed to be responsible for the music. Of course, we cared more about fighting about the music than for the music itself. Fortunately we soon found a new subject of debate: Who listens to the best music, boys or girls? Less fortunately this did not lead to much music diversity. The boys exclusively put on either Carlos Santana or Eminem, while the girls played either Cristina Aguilera or Britney Spears. One dude didn't care about these conventions, but we all thought he was kind of a weird outcast anyway. When it was his turn, we listened to Dutch band Doe Maar and Nirvana. I did not care about Nirvana and still don't. But I have forgotten the names of most off my classmates. I do remember that the Nirvana-fan was called Jeroen.
The Movie: Singles (Cameron Crowe, 1992)
It's a pity Bridget Fonda seems to have stopped acting in 2002. I find her a very sympathetic, and really good actress. She is fantastic here (like in It Could Happen to You) playing a realistically insecure, but generally nice, intelligent girl from Seattle. Yet she can also convincingly play a dim junkie (Jackie Brown) or a poor wife verging on a nervous breakdown(A Simple Plan). Moreover, she does not seem to emulate her more famous family members. I have not seen enough films with Henry and Jane Fonda to confidently make this statement, but I think they tend to present their characters as larger than life. Bridget Fonda is a much more modest actress (which is simply a descriptive statement. I don't think actors must necessarily be modest, and I very much enjoy over the top acting) who never seems to call attention to herself. She acts, especially in Singles, without any hint of self-awareness.
Fonda's 'modesty' is here perhaps emphasized even more because she shares a lot of scenes with Matt Dillon. He plays Cliff Poncier. That kind of name can only belong to a douchey, pretentious dude who thinks he is the next great rock star and that's exactly who Cliff Poncier is. Cliff is the lead singer of a grunge band in Seattle that 'has blown up in Belgium', but has trouble ascending to the top in Seattle. That's mostly Cliff's fault, as he is an awful singer, and even worse lyricist. At least, so the music journalists say. Dillon of course play these kinds of characters in his sleep, but he does not. Yet he has a lot of fun playing Cliff, who of course becomes way more sympathetic as the film progresses and even really starts to care for his sorta girlfriend Janet (Fonda's character).
Fonda and Dillon are unfortunately not the main actors in the film. That are Campbell Scott and Kyra Sedgwick, playing Linda and Steve. They are fairly standard characters going through a fairly standard romance. It works, because while Cameron Crowe may not always be the greatest director (and here he is sometimes rather embarrassingly clunky) he is always one of the most warmhearted. He really does care to make these characters nice and sympathetic. He makes it feel like it would be pleasant to be in their company. Nevertheless this is far from one of his best films, partly because he makes too little use of its setting around the grunge scene in early 90's Seattle. He paints it in too broad strokes. Too often you have the feeling the film could be set in any time or place.
It's a pity Bridget Fonda seems to have stopped acting in 2002. I find her a very sympathetic, and really good actress. She is fantastic here (like in It Could Happen to You) playing a realistically insecure, but generally nice, intelligent girl from Seattle. Yet she can also convincingly play a dim junkie (Jackie Brown) or a poor wife verging on a nervous breakdown(A Simple Plan). Moreover, she does not seem to emulate her more famous family members. I have not seen enough films with Henry and Jane Fonda to confidently make this statement, but I think they tend to present their characters as larger than life. Bridget Fonda is a much more modest actress (which is simply a descriptive statement. I don't think actors must necessarily be modest, and I very much enjoy over the top acting) who never seems to call attention to herself. She acts, especially in Singles, without any hint of self-awareness.
Fonda's 'modesty' is here perhaps emphasized even more because she shares a lot of scenes with Matt Dillon. He plays Cliff Poncier. That kind of name can only belong to a douchey, pretentious dude who thinks he is the next great rock star and that's exactly who Cliff Poncier is. Cliff is the lead singer of a grunge band in Seattle that 'has blown up in Belgium', but has trouble ascending to the top in Seattle. That's mostly Cliff's fault, as he is an awful singer, and even worse lyricist. At least, so the music journalists say. Dillon of course play these kinds of characters in his sleep, but he does not. Yet he has a lot of fun playing Cliff, who of course becomes way more sympathetic as the film progresses and even really starts to care for his sorta girlfriend Janet (Fonda's character).
Fonda and Dillon are unfortunately not the main actors in the film. That are Campbell Scott and Kyra Sedgwick, playing Linda and Steve. They are fairly standard characters going through a fairly standard romance. It works, because while Cameron Crowe may not always be the greatest director (and here he is sometimes rather embarrassingly clunky) he is always one of the most warmhearted. He really does care to make these characters nice and sympathetic. He makes it feel like it would be pleasant to be in their company. Nevertheless this is far from one of his best films, partly because he makes too little use of its setting around the grunge scene in early 90's Seattle. He paints it in too broad strokes. Too often you have the feeling the film could be set in any time or place.
