There are at least a dozen things wrong with this press release from VH1:
“I LOVE THE NEW MILLENNIUM” PREMIERES MONDAY-THURSDAY, JUNE 23 – 26 AT 9PM* AND 10PM* EACH NIGHT Kick off your Ugg boots and put down your iPods as VH1 brings you the next big hit in their hugely popular “I Love The” series: “I Love The New Millennium.” VH1 loves the 00’s so much that they couldn’t even wait for them to end, bringing viewers an all-new 8-part series covering the first 8 years of the new millennium (2000 – 2007.) From “Thong Songs” and Big Fat Greek Weddings, to wardrobe malfunctions and the “Big Mouth Billy Bass,” it’s all here, and our expert team of celebrities, musicians, actors, athletes, journalists and comedians are back to tackle every hard hitting issue you can imagine. For example: Where were all those weapons of mass destruction anyway? How did people watch television before TIVO? Who decided that trucker hats weren’t just for truckers anymore? And perhaps most importantly of all… who let the dogs out? VH1 will once again tap our collective memories and will revisit the good, the bad, and the funny. “I Love The New Millennium” will leave no stone unturned through retro clips from sitcoms, movies, music videos, TV commercials, network news and other sources. Join us as we travel back in time to an era when Brad Pitt was happily married to Jennifer Aniston. Angelina Jolie and Madonna had yet to start the mad adoption craze, and Britney Spears still had her s#!t together. And you thought there were no more decades left to love…
And best/worst of all, the press release came with this picture, which apparently VH1 finds to be most representative of the last eight years:
Well we sure needed that.
Thankfully, an NYT review of “The Love Guru” takes all the seething anger that I have for the idiocy of the mediascape and articulates it well:
[Any summary runs] the risk of grievously understating the movie’s awfulness. A whole new vocabulary seems to be required. To say that the movie is not funny is merely to affirm the obvious. The word “unfunny” surely applies to Mr. Myers’s obnoxious attempts to find mirth in physical and cultural differences but does not quite capture the strenuous unpleasantness of his performance. No, “The Love Guru” is downright antifunny, an experience that makes you wonder if you will ever laugh again.
Thank you, sir. Well played.
