Happy New Year!

As 2012 is coming and this blog is still up

I’m going to take this opportunity to give you a “thumbs up”

And present this posterous new year’s resolution.

As for tomorrow and every Sunday after that, you’ll find a new attraction:

In the Sunday Review you’ll read about a new movie or a classic one,

You’ll even find sometime, something about TV series, they won’t be left alone.

This new section won’t be rhyming

It would be, for readers as well, way too tiring.

But you’ll still find 3 times a week, this fine poetry filled with playfulness.

So I’ll see you next year with a catchphrase, everybody has one in the US.





May I take your order?

If I never make it as a journalist or writer, I’ve got another dream.

I’d like to open a restaurant, a coffee place, a pub, or something in that theme.

A place where people would meet, talk and enjoy drinks and food.

A Central Perk of my own with maybe a Gunther in a better mood.

Norah Jones would be welcome to eat as many blueberry pies as she wants

Talking all night with a Jude Law bartender. If she wants she can even have croissants.

I’d be more of a Gilmore Girls Luke than a Gilmore Girls Lorelai

And certainly no Gilmore Girls Sookie as I cook as bad as I lie.

Maybe I’d add books to read while eating, I could be a good Librarian/waitress.

It’s been established that I need a catchphrase, everybody has one in the US.



Let me care about Wedding bells

On my way through thousands of movies and dozens of TV series,

I learned a lot about American weddings and found out I could myself organize ceremonies.

I’ve got almost as many wedding outfits as Katherine Heigl in 27 dresses

And promise not to behave as The Wedding planner’s Jennifer Lopez.

I’d prevent Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn from crashing it their way

And help end Bride Wars between Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway.

Hugh Grant would have to give up his best man rights,

Best friends as Julia Roberts or Patrick Dempsey would be checked before sending invites,

And I’d find a way to get surprises with the same Love Actually’s Beatles prodigiousness.

I’d just need a catchphrase, everybody has one in the US.



Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Christmas is coming, sparkle, joy, white and snow

It’s nothing about work and everything about glow.

Magic is all around, ask Nicolas Cage in Family Man

And Tom Hanks in Catch me if you can.

Even if life gives up on you, say “Christmas” and Abracadabra:

It’s a Wonderful life, I learned it from Frank Capra.

We’ll see Phoebe from friends wishing that it’d be snowy

And the piano playing with the all March family.

We might even meet Santa himself, if, once again, Ally McBeal pleads his case.

So Merry Christmas to all and may I find a catchphrase, as everybody has one in the US!



Music & Lyrics

The music universe may sound dreamy to some people

But looking TV and movies, I must say I’d rather stay away from this poisoned apple.

From the beginning they had us discover a so not groovy Mozart in Amadeus,

That we turned gladly to blind and drug addict Ray Charles with a film title half-eponymous.

In Once, the lost girl and hoover fixer guy breakthrough in music looked quite tough.

And in flight of the Conchords, well, being New Zealanders was already bad enough.

Then, there was August Rush who was, yes, a music genius but he had a big family issue

And as for John Lennon, he spent much of his time in Nowhere Boy feeling sad and blue.

After all, it’s in Some Like It Hot that their life seems to stink the less.

I undeniably need a catchphrase, everybody has one in the US.



Like clockwork

Yesterday, I went to the movies and got out with a smile and a tear.

I went to see Hugo: Scorsese adaptation of a child’s book and, oh dear,

He’s as good for this as for psycho thrillers, if not better.

The smile and the tear were both because this movie feels like a love letter.

And my opinion is that the charm comes in great part from the job at the center of it.

There is some sort of enchantment about making clocks, and the things surrounding it:

The glasses on the tip of the nose, the thousands gears and the tiny screwdrivers.

Besides Mr Gateau in Benjamin Button, which runs in a lookalike universe,

I don’t know any TV series or any films about it. That must show for magical fogginess.

I feel I’ll never find a catchphrase, although everybody has one in the US.



Money out of the circle of life

Some part of our society are harder to accept as a business than others,

Such as Art, death or the new records of performers.

And it’s the same in movies and TV shows, some would even find it amoral.

Who sees the undertaker behind john Hannah’s speech in 4 weddings and a funeral,

Nobody pays attention to the guys bearing the coffin with Liam Neeson in Love Actually.

Often, their head don’t even show on screen as if it was some kind of shame or infamy.

Then again it’s not death on witch the cameras turn their nose at

Corpse Bride or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button are even dedicated to that.

No, it’s more the idea of working thanks to death who’s considered a tactlessness.

But, even they found a catchphrase, everybody has one in the US.



Get Ready for Christmas time

I’m a huge Christmas fan and I love this Holiday season

And each time I watch a Christmas special in TV series, it’s like I’m going to loose reason.

But I can’t help but wonder if all this fuss is real in America,

In that case, I would take the next flight to NYC and live entirely my Christmasmania,

Or if TV shows such as Chuck, Community, How I met your mother or Glee

Are just taking advantage of the season and make a special episode to collect the fee.

I would understand that but they do it since, at least, Felicity

So there is a chance that houses, streets and workplaces get really that shinny!

Would somebody tell me the truth about America’s Christmas madness?

I finally need a catchphrase, everybody has one in the US.



Male chauvinism, with pleasure!

There’s a job that is not exclusive to guys but that I’d only consider if I were one.

Just because, in people’s mind, there is no representation for a firewoman.

The Fireman is so much of this ideal hero, that Uma Thurman choose over her editor

In The Accidental Husband. There is no room left for women or anything more

Than this manly, strong cliches, wooing Phoebe, Rachel and Monica on Valentine’s day.

A boyfriend for Christmas reminds it, faking a volunteer fireman, to get a better chevalier.

In My Sister’s keeper movie, they made it interesting making him weak on his family matter,

But the same idea wouldn’t work so well if the mother was the one going up the ladder.

If movies fail to teach me how to be a firewoman, how could I consider this business?

I incontrovertibly need a catchphrase, everybody has one in the US.



Mailman, bring me no more blues

There’s a job I would never consider in France but might like in USA

Just because it’s shown friendly and cute in movies, TV and okay,

I don’t expect it to be true. But really I’d enjoy to be a fictional American mailman.

They’re always nice, welcomed nicely as Fred is in Drop Dead Diva’s beginning of the yarn.

They are sometimes part of stories like this mailman in a recent Happy Endings episode,

Of course he ended up dead but before that if you asked him if he was happy, he’d nod.

On top of it, as Marcia Gay Harden, Bliss’ mom in Whip it,

Mailmen in Us movies often get to wear uniforms and I like it.

At least I’d be hired for this job: I know how to find a street and read an address.

I exceptionally need a catchphrase, everybody has one in the US.