come out and plaay-ay
OH MY GOD IF THAT WASN'T THE MOST AWESOME THING TO EVER EXIST, MY NAME IS TROY BARNES.
Seriously. Abed's pop culture obsession has allowed this show to be the most metatextual thing to ever exist on television and basically, as the season has gone on, allowed it to become like fan fiction of itself. In a good way.
TONIGHT WAS NO DIFFERENT. The Warriors-esque gangs (and shoot me, I'm a dork, but didn't the chess club look like Daleks?) WITH THE FUCKING DISCO ROLLER SKATERS and the post-apocalyptic cinematography and every action cliche ever...it was like an American Hot Fuzz or something. (And yes, I was flashing back to Spaced the whole time.)
Also, how is it possible that I actually totally loved the way that they brought Jeff and Britta together? Seriously, high five to Dan Harmon there. HIGH FIVE.
Then last week I was on the Glee website (for some, horrible reason) and I saw an promotional shot with the gang (I refuse to say g-l-e-e-k-s) with an image of Kurt which made me snort my tea and my head explode. I tried to track down a picture of just him from that shoot but all I can find is this terrible one:
KURT MOTHERFUCKING HUMMEL IS THE MOTHERFUCKING ELEVENTH DOCTOR.
Even the hair! It's all so clear, Eleven is a total BabyGay (thx, Gawker),
it makes so much sense, how many gay boys do I know who work the tweed and
the bowties, and Captain Jack needs to get on this shit now.
(I mean on to Doctor Who. Obvs.)
In other news, how is it possible I didn't know until today that the BBC and possibly the Moff wanted to dress Eleven in a similar fashion to Captain Jack Sparrow?! Did we all know this? How could that have even WORKED? (The best part of that story was Moffat saying how miserable Matt Smith was during that process until the last day when he brought in his own tweed jacket and braces and then started bounding around pretending his pen was the sonic screwdriver. ILU.)
Seriously. Abed's pop culture obsession has allowed this show to be the most metatextual thing to ever exist on television and basically, as the season has gone on, allowed it to become like fan fiction of itself. In a good way.
TONIGHT WAS NO DIFFERENT. The Warriors-esque gangs (and shoot me, I'm a dork, but didn't the chess club look like Daleks?) WITH THE FUCKING DISCO ROLLER SKATERS and the post-apocalyptic cinematography and every action cliche ever...it was like an American Hot Fuzz or something. (And yes, I was flashing back to Spaced the whole time.)
Also, how is it possible that I actually totally loved the way that they brought Jeff and Britta together? Seriously, high five to Dan Harmon there. HIGH FIVE.
Then last week I was on the Glee website (for some, horrible reason) and I saw an promotional shot with the gang (I refuse to say g-l-e-e-k-s) with an image of Kurt which made me snort my tea and my head explode. I tried to track down a picture of just him from that shoot but all I can find is this terrible one:
KURT MOTHERFUCKING HUMMEL IS THE MOTHERFUCKING ELEVENTH DOCTOR.
Even the hair! It's all so clear, Eleven is a total BabyGay (thx, Gawker),
it makes so much sense, how many gay boys do I know who work the tweed and
the bowties, and Captain Jack needs to get on this shit now.
(I mean on to Doctor Who. Obvs.)
In other news, how is it possible I didn't know until today that the BBC and possibly the Moff wanted to dress Eleven in a similar fashion to Captain Jack Sparrow?! Did we all know this? How could that have even WORKED? (The best part of that story was Moffat saying how miserable Matt Smith was during that process until the last day when he brought in his own tweed jacket and braces and then started bounding around pretending his pen was the sonic screwdriver. ILU.)