rivercityvibe   “Puerile, smutty, schoolboy nonsense” – My Mom

The Austrian’s are up in arms about Sacha Baron-Cohen’s new movie, Bruno. Not literally. That’s proven a losing strategy on at least two occasions. It appears they are insulted by the concept of a gay fashionista being their most famous person since… ahem… Joseph Fritzl.

And before him, Adolf Hitler.

Long time members of the rivercityvibe faithful will know that this website gently teases the Deutsch about the sins of their past. To that end, we applaud Bruno’s effort to do the same. But, boxhead-bashing apart, I think there is a very good chance that Bruno (subtitled “Delicious Journeys Through America for the Purpose of Making Heterosexual Males Visibly Uncomfortable in the Presence of a Gay Foreigner in a Mesh T-Shirt”), is going to be very funny indeed.

Check out these promotional stills from Bruno’s European publicity tour:

In each City he visited, he dressed the part. In London, he wore the uniform of the Guards outside Buckingham Palace.

In Madrid, where archaic laws mean you can torture animals in public for sport, Bruno dressed as an anatomically correct bull. He was chased by matadors, but not speared or run through with a rapier.

And, of course, in Amsterdam, he dressed as a sex worker. Naturlich, ja?

I am going to see it on Friday, in the meantime, we must make do with the trailer:

Klasse!

I have commented often on the importance of blondes in my life. There are many, many super-hot brunettes, and even the odd redhead meets the selector’s standards (Lohan), but as a matter of personal preference, Joe Bones, prefers a blonde when he can get one.

Now, it has been noted that this policy is at odds with my unwillingness to forgive that famously blonde nation, Germany, for it’s actions in WWII ( The Japanese were no saints, either, BTW, as the people of Hawaii and my grandfather will attest). I can only say that it is really not the Aryan perfection of, say, Heidi Klum, that I am talking about. I don’t mind bottle-blondes, to be honest.

Some people understand this. Kardashian has come round, for example. But, regrettably, her efforts to become blonde earn her a rivercityvibe fail:

Not anywhere near enough

You have to take your hat off to her, though. She is doing her very best. She should be applauded for it, but like a child, she must also be told where she has gone wrong.

It’s like a public service for celebs, rivercityvibe………

I recently wrote about Spike Jonze’s efforts to bring the classic children’s tale Where the Wild Things Are to the silver screen, speculating that if it were anything like Wild Things, it could be very good indeed. I thought this post was ball-achingly hilarious. You, in your hundreds, thought it was crap……..

In what I can only imagine is a rapidly concocted spoof, some comedian (more to y’alls taste, I’m sure. Not sulking…) has put out a trailer for Spike Jonze’s treatment of that other ubiquitous childrens’ classic Everyone Poops!

For the record, I generally hate scatalogical humor, preferring to leave that to the Germans. They love that sort of thing…….

In these grim economic times, people are unbearably glum.  One of my reasons for living is to put this situation right. I think of myself as a tour-guide of sorts, leading the miserable to broad sunlit uplands where they can be happy once more.

A technique I embrace in pursuit of this, is to introduce people to the rather nasty little German concept of schadenfreude. The usual source defines schadenfreude as “largely unanticipated delight in the suffering of another.” It’s German. It’s unpleasant. But it works like a dream.

So if you’re feeling out-of-sorts and can’t seem to shake the black dog of depression, have a laugh at this poor fucker:

Good material, nein?

It’s Frau Klum again (sounds like a Bond villain). This girl never puts a foot wrong. Prost!

In her undies.