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Atomic Blonde was an interesting film based off of original source material (still a comic, but not one that I was familiar with). I liked it for several reasons: 1) it was set in 1989, but a 1989 that had been updated with a modern touch of style (even though it was in Cold War Berlin), 2) It had a great soundtrack, and 3) Charlize Theron was the star. For me, they worked well together, although other people might not enjoy the same aesthetic.

The movie is a spy-vs-spy one, with a lot of fighting and blood (probably a Rated R movie). In retrospect, the story and reasoning for the actions are a muddle, but it made sense and was entertaining while watching it. The movie wasn’t good just because of the music and the style, but its take on the Cold War. It’s also a nice break to get away from Marvel/DC films, or other big blockbusters.

I enjoyed this one – 3 out of 5 stars.

The last few years has seen the return of Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’ as an anthem. Some attribute it to being played on The Sorpranos, or maybe it was the dance version they started playing on the radio, or maybe it was a Rock Band effect. In any case, it has been a huge and recognizable hit in the last few years and is the hook to get you see Rock of Ages.

Rock of Ages is a musical featuring rock music from the 80s. The story is about a small town girl and a city boy born in Detroit. Basically the lyrics to DSB. It’s a love story set in LA where both of them try to make it big, but of course there is adversity that prevents them from being together or being successful. The draw is for the audience to hear the music of their younger years as part of the story (instead of custom pieces like other theatre shows).

I think I was a little too young as I didn’t recognize a lot of the music (and it doesn’t help that I didn’t really listen to rock). But the show was still lively, exciting and funny. The plot is easily understandable but not really that complex, so it is not as engrossing or heart-tugging as Les Miserables. In fact, I think the plot threads are too quickly and neatly tied up at the end. But Don’t Stop Believin’ at the very end more than makes up for it and leaves you in a good mood for the rest of the night.

I don’t recall in my memory an instance where I watched Back to the Future from start to finish. I’m pretty sure I never saw it in theatres (it came out in 1985) so I would have only watched it on TV. On the flight back from HK, I watched Back to the Future on my OnDemand flight entertainment system.

It’s truly a classic. I don’t view the sets as dated, but more a vintage look at the 80s (and how the 80s saw the 50s). The script itself is great, being written in a ST:TNG style where the little side mentions resolve themselves by the end of the movie. The best part is that the time travel continuity makes sense! It is certainly a four starer in my book.

Michael Jackson died yesterday. It felt like he has been around forever, as a little boy, I grew up idolizing his dancing – and he was already on the “solo act” phase of his career already; but he was not old, only 50.

Upon hearing about his death in the evening, I was profoundly saddened. I don’t know why. I don’t care about his craziness, lawsuits or problems in recent years; even his last hit I liked was not recent, 2002’s You Rock My World (and it wasn’t even that good). Aside from creating Michael Jackson in Rock Band, he wasn’t in my world at all. He was a character, a creation of the media so that we could talk about his pedophillia, his transition from black to white, or that his hair was burnt on a Pepsi commercial.

When I think of Michael Jackson, I think about his music. But not his career from the Jackson 5 to current day, but a thin slice from ’82 to ’87 where he released his best songs Billie Jean and Smooth Criminal. When I hear his music, it is distinctively Michael Jackson, distinctively 80s, and distinctively pop. I know that he would have never released the same quality of songs as that time, but his death is like losing a friend who you’ve had fond memories with.