I’ve been watching a lot more Music Videos lately. They’re a lot harder to access these days. Apple Music buries them inside their app and their playlists mostly play the same popular videos over and over. YouTube is impossible to use for Music Video discovery, but great for watching them once you’ve found them. Blogs are all but dead, but there are still a couple websites that cover new music videos, so between those and the playlists on Apple Music, I did notice one trend that was featured on a few different Music Videos I enjoyed. So without further ado, here are my favorite Music Videos that feature Celebrities lip-syncing the artists’ songs.

Mumford & Sons – Hopeless Wanderer

I first saw this video when it was released 11 years ago, when Sudeikis, Helms, Bateman, and Forte were at everything in peak Comedy TV. Put them together for a professionally produced, Celebrity Lip-Sync Session complete with elaborate sets, and prop instruments and you’re guaranteed a hit. As you’ll see with the rest of the videos in this post, it’s a pretty solid formula: Good Music + Charismatic Celebrity = Great Video.

Fun Bonus Fact: The singer of Mumford & Sons, Marcus Mumford is married to actress Carey Mulligan. Apparently they were childhood pen pals. Save that one for your next trivia night, and don’t ever tell me I didn’t teach you anything important on this website thing.

Clairo – Terrapin

After molding my young comedic tastes throughout my formative years, I finally saw Weird Al in concert last Friday. He hasn’t missed a beat since, and this music video released just a few months ago by an artist I had never heard of is proof. There’s something magical about pairing this loungy jam with the many faces of Weird Al Yankovic. Then the credits started rolling and I saw it was directed by Ayo Edebiri (from The Bear) and it all made sense.

Coldplay – The Karate Kid

You can’t make a video for a song called “The Karate Kid” without Daniel LaRusso himself, and Ralph Macchio does not disappoint. The only thing this video is missing is the real Karate Kid, Johnny Lawrence, AKA William Zabka… That Crane Kick was an illegal hit! Cobra Kai Never Dies!

SZA – Drive

I know, I know … there’s only supposed to be 3 videos in a Favorite Video Friday, but I didn’t want to make this a two-parter and I couldn’t find a 6th video to feature, so you get 2 bonus videos …

I’m convinced that if you point a camera at Ben Stiller and just leave him alone for 5 minutes, anything you record will be gold. Add a smooth jam from SZA and you have a winning music video. This one’s kind of a two-parter and things get a little weird and NSFW at about 3:13, so stop it there if you’re just hear for the Stiller, but stick around if you’re curious what a mostly nekkid, anthropomorphic-bug-SZA looks like writhing around in some tall grass on the side of a road that Ben Stiller just drove past.

Jack White – Archbishop Harold Holmes

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. Jack White is almost single-handedly keeping Rock & Roll alive and well. I may or may not have ridden the elevator with him in a random San Francisco boutique hotel last fall, but that has nothing to do with this banger of a video featuring the great John C. Reilly as a revival-era preacher preaching his soul out. Why no one has thought to make him a preacher in anything before, I’ll never know. Solid Gold. I watched it twice while making this post.

This awakening has been brewing for a while now, but it was kicked into high gear recently when a friend started sharing videos of old Hip-Hop artists who released new songs. Watching those videos, it was like they hadn’t missed a beat. They put their talents on the shelf for a bit while they tried some new things, and when they pulled them back down, it’s like they never put them away.

I’m currently on a long run of back to back to back shows and it’s starting to drain my soul. Not long after watching those videos, I was on a long drive to the next gig, listening to creative people talk about their latest creative thing on a podcast – the closest I’ve allowed myself to get to creativity in years – and realized creativity is what I’ve been missing most. A while ago, a friend asked me to make him a beat for something he’s working on, like I used to do for the Wedding and Highlight videos I used to make, and I mostly brushed it off saying I didn’t do that anymore. I decided on that drive to take a stab at it, and after working on the beat for the day, I felt instantly better. I had ventured off the path a bit.

It hasn’t been long since that small creative venture, but I haven’t really stepped off the path since then. My kids were watching Piece by Piece tonight and loved it, which inspired me to put it on and as I watched, I was awakened once again. Watching Pharrell tell the story of his journey of creativity through such a creative framework reminded me of how I used to see the world, and the joy that music and other art that uses music to enhance itself brings to me even still.

I had a million thoughts running through my head as I ran through the path I had walked to get to this moment. I had to get them out. I had to do something. I had to write it down. So here we are… on this old blog that nobody even reads anymore because all the old blog readers are dead and I’m not even on Facebook anymore … as I write about music videos and movies that just inspired me to do something creative.

Without further ado, I give to you the first “Favorite Video Friday” in over 12 years. Who knows when I’ll post something again, but hopefully it’s not another 12 years.

LL Cool J – Murdergram Deux ft. Eminem

This is the video that started the journey: two icons of Hip-Hop dusting themselves off and showing why they’re icons. The beat is amazing, the hook is hypnotic, and these two haven’t lost a step in the years since we last saw them rap. It’s brand new, but it made me nostalgic.

Foo Fighters – The Teacher

The Foo Fighters were forced to have a comeback of sorts after the loss of their friend and bandmate, the great Taylor Hawkins. Much like the Foo Fighters were the way for Dave Grohl to come back from the death of his friend and bandmate, Kurt Cobain, this album is the way they processed their most recent loss and it shows through every track. There is pain in every lyric and every chord. This video is a great tribute to Dave’s mom, who he lost shortly after Taylor. I don’t expect you to watch all 10 minutes (even though it’s probably the best track on the album), but it perfectly encapsulates the journey I rambled on about at the beginning of this post. Looking back on my recent life feels like watching a video run through a neural net.

Pharrell Williams – Piece by Piece

Of course I had to include the feature track from the soundtrack of the movie that inspired this post. Pharrell knows how to write a hit, and this time he brought all his friends from his journey along with him in Lego form. I dare you to watch this video without having a smile on your face.

Dave Matthews Band – Crush

Before These Crowded Streets was the defining album of my Senior year. When I rented my Prom tux (yes, it did have tails, so what?), I got a free Proclaimers CD (the one with the Friend’s theme). That CD was promptly taken to Wal-Mart and exchanged for Before These Crowded Streets, and DMB’s latest didn’t leave the disc-man Velcroed to my dash for the rest of the year. I was crushing pretty hard back then, and every time I dropped her off for the evening, I’d drive home blasting this song, singing along on cloud nine. The video captures that feeling perfectly for me. From Stefan Lessard‘s heavy bass intro to the martini in the Jazz club, it is the veritable definition of smooth (something I was anything but).

The Smashing Pumpkins – 1979

This video just oozes nostalgia. While I wasn’t nearly “cool” enough to do most of the things in this video, some of my fondest memories of High School were driving around in cars with nowhere to go. We would sometimes do this thing where we would get to an intersection and flip a coin to decide which way to go. One time we ended up in a pet store. This song was on heavy radio repeat back then and for good reason. These days, the song instantly transports me back to those days and this video by Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris, long before they directed Little Miss Sunshine, captures that spirit perfectly.

Arcade Fire – The Suburbs

This was my pre-driving High School life to a tee … Well, minus all the Red Dawn overtones. I used to ride around with my friends, ghost-riding my Sonic 6, hanging out under bridges, riding through the bayous, and shooting bottle rockets at passers-by all summer long. Luckily, we weren’t under martial law, though Houston did impose a curfew while I was in High School. Amazing video by Favorite Video Favorite, Spike Jonze.

The Black Keys – Lonely Boy

This guy is my new favorite.

Cee Lo Green – Cry Baby

Jaleel White kind of bugs me (yes, that’s Urkel), but Cee Lo has the uncanny ability to make the unlikable cool. His voice sounds like someone talking through a warm glass of liquid dark chocolate.

Madeon – Pop Culture

This post was one video away from being another lip sync post, but I had to share this video. Bonus points for using Martin Starr (Freaks and Geeks, Party Down).

I take it back. This guy is my new favorite.

Weezer – Buddy Holly

Yes, it’s an old video, but I’m approaching old man. It’s a good song and a great video and the kids need to be educated. Plus, it’s directed by Spike Jonze and it’s been way too long since I featured a music video from Mr. Music Video.

Miles Fisher – New Romance

Warning: Graphic, Comedically Violent Images

Here’s a tip, America, if you lampoon the great “I’m so excited” episode, you will have my undying support. And yes, I said lampoon.

Tenacious D – Tribute

Yes, I went literal. So what? It’s the D! Dave Grohl not only played the Devil in this video, but laid down his wicked stick licks (I don’t really know what that means. He played the drums, alright?) for the album and he and Jack White are, were, and always will be the Saviors of Rock.

Then it was announced that The Roots would be his house band and my whole world flipped, turned upside-down. I’d like to take a minute just sit right there … sorry. As I was saying, with one announcement, little white, Nomaaaa-shouting Jimmy Fallon gained street cred. One of the best concerts I’ve ever been to was an OK Player show where The Roots backed a bunch of MCs on the OK Player label in Baltimore. If Jimmy was smart enough to get The Roots to back him, I’d give him a chance.

Now, just as Jimmy did with his own image, I present to you 3 music videos in which he makes lame songs pretty damn cool.

Fallon was always at his best on SNL when he had a guitar in his hands.

There are so many things I like about this: ?uestlove on kazoo, Fisher Price Xylophone, Piano Flute, Quest playing the Guiro with an afro-pick, kazoo duet finale … The Roots just gave Carly Rae Jepsen street cred.

Okay, so I’d never call the Reading Rainbow theme lame, but the only thing that would make this any cooler would be a cameo by LeVar Burton … and maybe Troy crying in the corner.

The passing of Ray Bradbury was the first time a “celebrity” death that caused me to actually pause and take a moment to reflect. No man outside of my own personal sphere of influence has had more affect on my life than him. His collected works have literally changed my life, so I thought I would take a moment to send a few words of thanks into the Ether.

The following is an excerpt from an essay I wrote 7 or so years ago in a college English class.

In high school, I went through a long period without reading. Something about being told what to read, when to read it, and how to write made me feel like the literary world was an exclusive club, and I wanted nothing to do with it. So, I put down my books, picked up the notes of a man named Cliff, and began to read only what was necessary. Not until recently did I re-discover the true value of books.

I was once assigned the book, Lord of the Flies, and I loved it as I read a few chapters. But the time came for us to write our first analytical essay and I had not read all the chapters assigned. I was much too busy with my other classes and did not allot any time for reading. I was too busy watching Saturday movies on TBS. So, I found the cliff notes and never picked up the book again.

What made me deprive myself of such priceless commodities? I believe Ray Bradbury said it best: “Among librarians and teachers there was then, and there still somewhat dimly persists, an idea, a notion, a concept that only Fact should be eaten with your Wheaties . . . Fantasy, even when it takes science-fictional forms, which it often does, is dangerous. It is escapist. It is day-dreaming . . . So said the snobs who did not know themselves as snobs.”

The first novel I ever read was the first in Asimov’s “Norby” series. I instantly fell in love. Every book I voluntarily read after that was science fiction. I entered a new world with every book, and in doing, fed my own imagination like a starving beast, but in the sophomore year of High School, my worlds were demolished.

No more dreams; no more fantasy; no more science fiction.

Read, think, analyze.

Facts, reality, structure.

No more dream worlds; no more freedom.

My love for books quickly diminished, while my hatred for school and similar institutions grew exponentially. I watched a lot of movies, but stayed away from anything too intelligent or thought provoking. I was not about to learn anything I did not want to.

Years later, I finally broke through the literary bars school had built around me. My first year of college, I developed a love for music, which I nurtured throughout my two year break from schooling as a missionary for my church. Not permitted to listen to “popular” music, I was forced to go back to the beginning of music, a time when music was done out of a love of art, not a love of money. Artists like Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Chopin and later Miles Davis gave me a love for art, poetry, and philosophy, and more importantly, I began to write again. In a world so full of structure and rules that bound every missionary, with my mind finally free, my body knew no walls.

Upon return, I returned to books. I entered my new life reading Great Expectations. It all came flooding back: Emerson, Thoreau, Shakespeare, Poe, then Mark Twain, “I will never let schooling interfere with my education” — a man after my own heart. I read all the books I had shunned like lepers in my earlier schooling and devoured every punctuation mark. No one told me how to read them.

Then came the book that seemed to personify my feelings for the past few years, Fahrenheit 451. My re-discovery of books was complete. I was a writer again. Not because anyone told me I was, for no one else would ever even know, but my heart declared it so.

I truly identified with Bradbury. He describes his youth full of movies that created pictures and worlds in his mind that remained forever. My youth is the same. The world in which I live is one of fantasy. My memories are scenes cut from a movie. Life, as my mind sees it, is a John Woo film, full of action, huge special effects, and random symbolism. To the mind, my eyes are but cameras recording the images around them, transporting them into the realms of my dream world. I have recently drowned myself in art of many forms: music, art, poetry, books, and film. My mission now: to use this exposure to create my own fantastic worlds of fantasy.

I now welcome art in all its forms, especially film. Film captures the imagination in a way that nothing else can. It combines the visual aesthetics of art with the aural aesthetics of music and the intellectual aesthetics of books. Yet it captures every bit of emotion found in each element. My favorite movies are ones that get all your senses going, movies like Citizen Kane, beautiful works of art; or movies like Dark City, or Being John Malkovich that get your mind going and keep you thinking long after you leave the theater.

The first dream I ever dreamed in my life was to become a writer. Created in my earliest days in the far away land of Indonesia, this dream resulted from a teacher that left me free to dream and to record these dreams on paper. This dream quickly faded though, as other teachers erected walls around my creativity and imagination. Books and art tore down these walls and gave me desire to write once again and with the help of Bradbury, I now know how to keep these walls down, never to encage my mind again.

I don’t write as much as I should. Writing is directly related to my happiness. It’s the only way I know how to truly express myself. To know my writing is to know me. The more I read, the more I desire to write and it was Bradbury that first instilled that drive in me. Whenever I find myself in a funk, I pull out one of his short stories and before long, I’m writing my way out of the funk.

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

Thank you, Mr. Bradbury, for helping me keep the destroyers at bay.

I used to love flying. As a child, I used to count down the days until the next plane trip. I used to love staring out the window at the clouds as we flew over them, leaving a whole world below us. It made me feel so free. I even wrote a story about the man that grew from that little boy who loved to fly.

I’m still a window-seat guy, but flying has become little more than something I do. It’s just part of the routine. I’m home for a few weeks, then it’s back to the airport and on to the next gig. Don’t get me wrong, I like what I do and I still enjoy flying. I love to travel and never dread the next trip, it’s just that flying has lost most of the magic.

I just finished watching Up in the Air and found myself identifying with George Clooney’s character. I don’t have near the miles he does, I fly almost exclusively domestic, but something about his routine rang true with me. I think that’s where the magic of flying went. It became routine. I guess that’s what growing up is, finding your routine. It’s kind of sad really, life can be little more than finding your place in line. I think that was also the point of the movie.

I fought it for a long time, the routine. I freelanced for 5 years after graduating college. Floating from gig to gig, never knowing where the next paycheck was going to come from, never knowing what the next day was going to offer. It was kind of exhilarating. My one constant for so many years was change; change of job description, change of venue, change of locale, I even moved to New York City with no solid job lead in sight. It was fun. Little by little, change became routine. It was just something I did.

Flying for me isn’t much different from driving anymore. I do both pretty regularly now. In both cases, you’re just trying to get to your next destination as quickly as possible so you can get to whatever it is you need to do. You do everything in your power to distract yourself from the mind-numbing process of long-distance travel. In both cases, the trip becomes one long blur with sporadic glimpses of real beauty.

Some of the most beautiful things I have ever seen have been through an airplane window. Some of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met I met on the road. There’s nothing quite like driving by the St. Louis arch right as the sun is setting. There’s nothing quite like flying over a sprawling metropolis in the dead of night and watching it light up below you on the 4th of July. Yet, sadly, the more I travel, the longer the blurs become and the glimpses of real beauty are even more sporadic.

It seems that this is just what happens as we get older. We find our routine and the blurs get longer and longer. The next thing we know, we’re 40 or 50 years old and wondering where the time went. Mid-life crises are nothing more than us realizing our blurs have gotten too long and it’s time for a little more beauty in our lives.

In Up in the Air, Clooney’s job is to fire people for companies that don’t want to do it themselves. His main method of easing the pain of job-loss is to help them make the loss a wake-up call, to snap out of their routine and re-focus on their dreams. I think that was the whole point of the movie. Everyone needs to break their routine more often and remember their dreams. We need to stop and take the time to see the beauty in our lives. It’s a little cliche, but I think it’s become a cliche because of how easy it is to get stuck. It’s crazy to think how many movies center around this very phenomenon.

This movie became a wake-up call for me. I went full-time last year for the first time since college 5 years ago. In so doing, I’ve pushed away a lot of the things I enjoyed doing for things that needed to be done. I started making excuses like, “I’m too tired right now, I’ll do it tomorrow,” or “I’ve got more important things to do,” or most often, “I need to catch up on all my TV shows.” Work time was for work, and everything else was for resting and relaxing. That left no time for hobbies or work to further my dreams or develop my talents.

I’m not going to make any pledges in this post, I know myself too well for that. Just look at this site. There are pockets of consistent posts spread over the years, but the last post was much too long ago. I will be writing more, whether here or elsewhere, but the main point of this post was to process the thoughts I had after watching the movie. In college, I was required to keep a weekly “Film Journal” for a semester, where I was supposed to write about the effects any media had on me during the week; to process what I was viewing a little more actively.

At some point last year, I made a goal to do this again on this site. As this is the first one, you can see how well that goal went, but I do need to do this more. I need to quit pushing off the thoughts that race through my mind after viewing some movies or TV shows. I need to take the time to process them. I need to take the time to seek out the real beauty in my routine.

After the debacle that was Jay Leno trying to hang on to his talk show on NBC, they’re doing their darnedest to refill the 10pm time slot. That not only means a whole crop of new shows on NBC, but also a whole crop of other networks trying to jump on the opportunity. That means there could actually be some decent TV to watch in the next year. Here’s the new stuff to watch out for:

Mondays:

• The Event (NBC) – Some dude looks for his missing girlfriend and ends up uncovering THE LARGEST COVER-UP IN US HISTORY!!!!1111!!!11!!! Look, it will probably be suspenseful and all that, but they’re going to drag you along all season long, giving you little bitty clues along the way just to reveal one tiny kernel of knowledge about this “event” at the end of the season. Then they’re going to drag you along for years until you finally lose interest, at which point they’ll have “the final season” where they frantically throw pieces together in a lame attempt to tie up all the loose ends they created over the years. It’s from the producers of 24, so people are going to watch it, but don’t say I didn’t warn you 6 years from now. Premieres Sep. 20, 9/8c
• Chase (NBC) – See, they call it, “Chase” because she’s a US Marshall who “Chases” criminals. Watch Justified on FX or Hulu instead. Premieres Sep. 20, 10/9c
• Lone Star (FOX) – Lamest. Title. Ever. A con man juggles identities. Premieres Sep. 20, 9/8c
• Mike and Molly (CBS) – Another lame sitcom. As a general rule, I don’t watch anything with a laugh track. Premieres Sep. 20, 9:30/8:30c
• Hawaii Five-Oh (CBS) – Same show, different decades. Think of it as CSI: Miami done as a buddy cop show. I’ll watch at least one episode. Premieres Sep. 20, 10/9c

Tuesdays:

• Raising Hope (FOX) – The pool boy impregnates a felon. Parenthood ensues. Meh. Premieres Sep. 21, 9/8c
• Running Wilde (FOX) – This is the story of Will Arnett as a rich playboy trying to woo Keri Russell, all told through the eyes of a 12-year-old girl. From the creator of Arrested Development, this one should be good.  Premieres Sep. 21, 9:30/8:30c
• No Ordinary Family (ABC) – Julie Benz (Dexter) and Michael Chiklis (The Shield) have a pretty ordinary family. After some sort of accident, they get super powers. I’m not sure what to make of this one, but if it involves super powers, I watch at least one episode as a general rule. Premieres Sep. 28, 8/7c
• Detroit 187 (ABC) – Another cop drama. One guess where this one’s based. Premieres Sep. 21, 10/9c
  

Wednesdays:

• Undercovers (NBC) – JJ Abrams’ (Lost, Alias, Felicity) latest about a married couple that happens to be former spies. JJ Abrams could make a show about a pile of burning tires and I’d watch it at least once. I’ll be checking this one out. Premieres Sep. 22, 8/7c
• Law & Order: Los Angeles (NBC) – Yup, another one. This one has Terrence Howard (Iron Man 1, Hustle and Flow). You can thank Jay Leno. Premieres Sep. 29, 10/9c
• The Defenders (CBS) – Jim Belushi and Jerry O’Connell (Stand by Me, Jerry Maguire) play 2 Las Vegas lawyers who “play by their own rules.” If Jim Belushi and Jerry O’Connell don’t scare you away from this show, you’re in the wrong place. Premieres Sep. 22, 10/9c
• Better With You (ABC) – Another family sitcom, another laugh track. Premieres Sep. 22, 8:30, 7:30c
• The Whole Truth (ABC) – That guy from Northern Exposure and that girl from ER star in another lawyer drama. I couldn’t care less. Premieres Sep. 22, 10/9c

Thursdays:

• Outsourced (NBC) – A young, American call center manager is sent to India to train the very employees his company outsourced to. The movie was pretty funny, so the premise is good, I’ll give it one shot. Premieres Sep. 23, 9:30/8:30c
• $#*! My Dad Says (CBS) – This one’s based on a book that’s based on a Twitter feed and stars William Shatner. I’d just follow the Twitter account if I were you. Premieres Sep. 23, 8:30/7:30c
• My Generation (ABC) – The latest in High School/20-something soap operas, this one is based on the premise that a documentary crew followed a group of students in High School and then catches up with them 10 years later to see what they’re up to. I assure you, the shows a lot more fake than anyone at your High School was. Premieres Sep. 23, 8/7c

Fridays:

• School Pride (NBC) – Another feel-good makeover show. This one gets students and faculty to rebuild their own schools. And they say TV never amounts to anything good. Premieres Oct. 15, 8/7c
• Outlaw (NBC) – Jimmy Smits was a Supreme Court Justice until he quits and goes to private practice, then you get another Lawyer drama. Yay! Premieres Sep. 15, 10/9c
• Blue Bloods (CBS) – Tom Selleck and Donnie Wahlberg are cops in NYC. I like this cast, but CBS has already given it the Friday night death-toll that NBC gave Southland once upon a time. Give it the fair shot CBS didn’t. Premieres Sep. 24, 10/9c
• Body of Proof (ABC) – Something about a neurosurgeon and a car accident. I got bored halfway through the description. Premieres this Fall [no date yet, always a good sign]

Sundays:

• Sunday Night Football (NBC) – It’s in no way a new show, but I’m putting it here so you remember to tune in to watch the Cowboys stomp all over the Redskins in the Season Premiere. Premieres Sep. 12, 8:15 EST

Noteworthy New Cable:

• Boardwalk Empire (HBO) – Steve Buscemi stars in a Prohibition-era gangster epic based in Atlantic City. It’s written by one of the guys that did Sopranos and the pilot’s directed by Scorcese. Premieres Sep. 19, 9/8c
• The Walking Dead (AMC) – Based on a graphic novel about a guy that wakes up from a coma after a Zombie Apocalypse, this show looks like a modern-day Western … with zombies. Does it get any better? Premieres in October
• The League (FX) – It’s not new, but I came into this one late and I loved it. It follows a group of 30-something men that play fantasy football together. It’s a little bit crude, but most women won’t like it anyway, as they thing football and its fantasy spawn is the devil. Premieres Sep. 16, 10:30/9:30c
• Conan (TBS) – It’s a long, painful story, but Conan O’Brien is now on cable, where he will be free to serve the comedy gods however it pleases him. If the last month or so of his stint on The Tonight Show was any indication, this is going to be the talk show to watch. Premieres Nov. 8

Don’t worry, you didn’t miss anything last week. This week is even worse.

In Theaters:

• Resident Evil: Afterlife – Milla Jovovich stars in a video game. You better believe they made it 3D.
  

Last Week:

• Machete – Moments of glorious gore spattered across a lame plot line.
  
• Going the Distance – “I’m a Mac” is in a long-distance relationship with the little girl from E.T. I liked one of the guys in the trailer, but Drew Barrymore cancels out any positive this thing had going for it.
  
• The American – It’s supposed to be a throwback to the old-style cinema starring George Clooney. Most reviews I’ve read say it’ll throw you right back to your pillow.
  

On Video:

• Killers – Ashton Kutcher is a secret agent man. It also stars Katherine Heigl. That’s 3 strikes.
  
• MacGruber – Probably your best chance at something decent to watch this week, but that’s not saying much. Be warned, it’s supposed to be pretty crude.
  

Last Week:

• Tyler Perry’s Why Did I Get Married Too? – His movies will always be successful, I will always wonder why.
  
• Marmaduke –  A live-action talking dog.