Revealed at last, the seedy back story to the greatest musical phenomenon of our time, the firebrand known as Justin Bieber. Brace yourself: the viewer warning says “contains Canadian idioms.”
Mime Manson is a thousand times more articulate than the talky one
But seriously, the albums would be better as instrumentals, and perhaps dating Marlee Matlin would be better for him than dating Starlet-of-the-Moment-He-Promptly-Turns-Into-His-Ex-Wife. PLUS he could keep the same wardrobe.
You know what I love? Fairy tales. You know what I hate? Disney. Oh, it’s not that these bloody-minded tales of Nemesis and warped value systems haven’t been Bowdlerized before, but they have never been Bowdlerized so creepily, yet so insipidly.
I mean, seriously, doesn’t Snow White just make your skin crawl? Is she not the most loathesomely irritating person with a simpering voice and obnoxiously dim brain since Mrs Topper as portrayed by Billie Burke?
(yes, I know this isn’t from Topper, but it’s all I could find)
Well, Snow White is up there when it comes to driveling bubbleheads with irritating, saccharine voices, surely, but at last some musical genius has made her tolerable. Behold the brilliant syncopations of “Wishery” by Pogo, a Pixar employee, and marvel at the unspeakable rendered not simply bearable, but beautiful.
Mostly by giving the dwarves more airtime, it’s true, but whatevs.
The second one in the lineup is what I take to get to here. And if the title makes no sense, try saying it out loud while imagining what I’m drinking while being driven around in that.
One Canadian legend meets another, as that classic icon of stage and screen, Gordon Pinsent, reads aloud from the “memoirs” of sixteen-year-old Justin Bieber.
It’s touching, really. Sorta the way Pedobear patting you on the head is touching.