Reviewing IM5's Cover of "It's Gonna Be Me"

As some of you may know, I have a very healthy obsession with boy bands. Always have. Probably always will. A few weeks ago a good friend of mine pointed me in the direction of this music video and the 16 year old in me freaked out like none other.

Boy band? Check.

Mashup? Check.

Choreographed dancing in slightly racist costumes? Check.

Basically it had all the makings of everything a great youtube video should have. I had never heard of this band but I was pretty much ready to punch some 12 year old girls to get a front row spot at their concert.

So today when I found out this random band of boys (who may or may not resemble an advertisement for an ethnically conscious textbook) were at it again, I pretty much shit myself. I double shit myself when I found out they were a boy band covering a boy band. 

Exactly like this.

So let's recap this video, shall we?

For starters take a gander at the video below and by all means follow along with my particularly insightful commentary. 

RECAP

0:04 - Okay. Starting out in the same school building as the last video. Das cool. 

0:12 - Mexican child has a tail. Watch out; I bet he's going to be the wild one of the group. 

0:43 - Cardigan boy has the derpiest derp face ever. 

0:52 - I can't tell if this location is on purpose or they just decided to film in a parking lot. 

0:53 - Definitely parking lot. There's a shit ton of trash everywhere. Keep it classy IM5.

1:07 - STOP WITH THE WEIRD CAMERA MOVEMENTS

1:42 - The boy with eyeliner needs to learn to dance. And he needs to stop wearing eyeliner. Little boy, you are no Pete Wentz. 

1:47 - Oh no. I don't think I can handle the Tiny's bad lip synching. I don't know his real name so I'll name him Teacup.

1:50 - Someone just sang but no one's lips moved. THIS IS A DISASTER. BRING BACK JUSTIN. BRING BACK LANCE BASS. 

1:52 - Seriously, I would even settle for Joey Fat-One at this point. 

1:56 - It happened. Teacup got a solo. You go Teacup.

2:06 - Way to fuck that up, Teacup. Pro tip: To get people to believe you're really singing, try moving your lips in a singing-like motion. 

2:16 - Whoa now, little letter jacket boy has some serious confusion on his face. I think I'll call him Tiny Burrito. Yep. I went there.

2:18 - GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, TINY BURRITO! THIS IS NOT BRITAIN'S GOT TALENT. DANCE LIKE MARIO LOPEZ IS JUDGING THE FUCK OUT OF YOU. You wouldn't survive a single episode on America's Best Dance Crew. 

2:34 - So. Much. Eyeliner. 

2:51 - Teacup, you're literally killing me. 

3:10 - It's..It's over. I'm okay. We're all okay. It's okay. 

3 Things That Will Make You Feel Old as Crap - Pop Culture Edition

Let me just lay all my cards out there and tell the world that I'm 22. Not the Taylor Swift "everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we're 22" sort of way, just the regular "oh hey, I'm old enough to not have anything cool to look forward to anymore except maybe the senior discount at Denny's" kind of way.

So I figured it might be nice to make my fellow twenty-something's as equally depressed about the whole ordeal. I present to you 3 things that will make you feel really, really old - pop culture edition.

1.  Maddie Briann Aldridge Can Read

 

This is Maddie Aldrige, the daughter of famed Jamie Lynn Spears, former nickelodeon child star and protagonist of the show Zoey 101. Maddie can read now, in fact she can probably do many real-people things, like figure out how to set a timer on a microwave.  So, there's that.

2. Michael Jackson has Been Dead for Almost Half a Decade

 

On the 25th of June it will be four years since MJ's death. Included in the nearly endless guest list was Whitney Houston, who has also been dead for almost two years.

 

 

3. Holy Shit, Frankie Muniz

 

I was a giant fan of Malcolm in the Middle, mostly because I could completely relate to being a neglected super-genius with a wheelchair confined best friend who took twenty minutes to say two sentences. Either way, cute little Malcolm went from this:

 

 

to this:



 



 

Who actually bears an uncanny resemblance to this guy:

 

 

Who now cooks meth with this guy:

 

 

So, you know, full circle there.

 

 



 

The Greatest Story Ever Told

So there’s this choir, right?

And they’re pretty much a lovable band of misfits because singing is LAME, right?



 

But, oh no! Something bad happens and it looks like this may be the end for the choir. Hold on to your seats though, because we're only about six minutes into the movie and I have a very strong feeling it's not going to end like this.

But wait - there just happens to be an upcoming show where if they win first place, they might just get to redeem themselves and bring honor to their dying program! And, what’s this? Oh no! It looks like the super-great super-talented one-dimensional, never-developed-as-a-character-because-fuck-it mega choir who wins every year is standing in their way. There's no way we can beat them since they always win, right?

Well as it turns out all it takes to beat years of vocal lessons and impeccable choreography is BEING YOURSELF? Yep, that's right. Take any song that has ever been popular in the history of ever, mash it up with an equally over played song and you've got yourself a recipe for the world's biggest choral show upset. Bonus points if you can get a minority to rap a verse.  

Fin.

5 Reasons Why Watching Basketball Doesn't Suck Big Ones

Relationships are a lot like bartering; a cautious game of give and take where sometimes you get stuck watching mid-week basketball games. Now I'm not one to complain, I hate pretty much everything about the sport so in these dark times, I'm forced to find suitable alternatives to watching nearly a dozen sweaty men continually run up and down a court.

Lucky for me, I've invented a game I like to call "Oh-shit!-that-guy-is-totally-hot". Clever, I know. In no particular order I present:

1. Kris Humphries 

What he claims he does: 6'9" Power forward for the Brooklyn Nets

...But really: To me (and currently the american legal system) he'll always be Mr. Kardashian. He seems to have gotten the bulk of the negative rep from him and the harlot-who-shan't-be-named's failed marriage. Fun fact: I went to a spurs-Nets game with the full intent of having him notice me. It didn't happen. Biggest waste of $3 ever.

2. Blake Griffin

What he claims he does: 6'10" Power forward for the L.A. Clippers. 

...But really: He's just 251 pounds of solid muscle and at 23 of age, he's totally an eligible bachelor. Yes, he's from Oklahoma; but we all make mistakes! If his hilarious Kia commercials don't convince you of his killer hotness and hilarious combo, take a look at him on the cover of Men's Health. Warning: probably not okay in the company of parents, siblings, boyfriends and anyone else who may judge the shit out of you.

3. Chandler Parsons

What he claims he does: 6'9" Small forward for the Houston Rockets.

...But really: He looks like Harry Styles. Isn't that enough? 

4. Ricky Rubio

What he claims he does: 6'4" Point guard for the Timberwolves.

...But really: Ethnic Harry Styles. 

5. Goran Dragić

What he claims he does: 6'3" Point Guard for the Suns.

...But really: He's just your classic super hot, multi-ethnic, run of the mill Slovenian heartthrob who, according to the great wikipedia, speaks "Slovenian, Serbian, Spanish and English". No big no big.

Honorable mention: Chris Paul

What he claims he does: 6'0" Point Guard for the Clippers.

Why he's not top 5: Partly because I already had my fill of Clippers, partly because I already had two point guards on my list. But mostly because he's married and has the world's cutest kid.

...But: Those eyes! Carlton Banks has never looked so good.

Boobs, boobs and more boobs: A Review of Grammys Fashion as Told by Someone Who Still Thinks Choker Necklaces Are Cool

Between Elton John rocking what can only be described as a radioactive blue turd and TSwift proving to the world that she knows the words to every single song ever written, tonight's Grammy awards were nothing short of show stopping uneventfully mediocre.

No one tripped. No one cried. No one accidentally lost their shit and stole TSwift's spotlight.

The only redeeming value of the entire sha-bang was the off putting, mildly disturbing clothing choices.  And of course, Katy Perry's now legendary rack. Without further ado, lets review tonight's real winners.

HOT:

Adele - With her super sexy Mary-Poppins-meets-the-curtains-of-#4-Privet Drive look, Adele and Adele fetus stole the show. Très chic.

I just want her to feed me a spoon full of sugar.

NOT:

Mrs. Carter - Vaguely reminiscent of an 8-bit Super Mario, the lovely Mrs. Carter rocked this...erm...dress shoulderpad ensemble quite well. Notice the versatility of the outfit, Grammy glam by night, jogging pantaloons and throwback Destiny's Child mid 90's unflattering top by day!

We just LOVE how shapeless this makes her entire body look!

HOT:

JLo - What can be said about this outfit that hasn't been said about the overtly suggestive outfits russian gymnasts wore in the late 80's? This leotard and cape combo is made ultra classy with her "oh-fuck-the-grammys-are-today?-and-i'm-presenting?-well-shit-okay-lets-do-this" hair thing. (Not sure what the technical term for giant torpedo turd on your head is)

JLo, do you work on commission?  BIG MISTAKE, HUGE

NOT:

Carly Rae Jepsen - It could be her overtly pale skin. It could be her TSwift wannabee do'. Whatever it is, Carley Rae has a terrible time pulling off this style which can only be described as "terminator mermaid chic". The good news is that her boobs are coming in. You go Glen Coco!

Stay tuned for her new perfume - "desperatïon", now at Macy's

HOT:

John Mayer - Few people can pull off crushed velvet without looking like a mediocre pimp from Harlem. John on the other hand not only pulls it off, but manages to look hobo-classy through it all. Somewhere in the distance a disgruntled goodwill employee curses the name of John Mayer for letting him undersell that phenomenal piece of textile history.  

Fucking Majestic

 NOT:
This bitch - Not sure what her name is. In fact, up until the Grammys I was almost certain she was a waitress in a commercial about iHomes. Whoever you are, please remember that this is the Grammys and not Tejanofest. Keep the mariachi get up for a far more special occasion.

I spy with my little eye the toe of a camel.

HOT:

Katy Perry - Boobs. Look at them. Those little gravity defying monsters. The only consolation I have is that I know she's probably suffocating under three layers of Spanx. 

Call the gravity police.

NOT:

This bitch - She won something for helping someone do something, right? Regardless, it looks like Tinker Bell had one too many cran-vodkas and decided to puke glitter and tulle. Alternatively this could be what Ke$ha could shit if she decided to eat a ballerina.

How does this even cover anything?

HOT:

TSwift - Taylor stole the show with this Cleopatra knockoff. Brownie points to her for being able to show us leg, lyrics and side boob throughout the whole show. The only downside is that the fatty in me wants to spoon-feed her some pizza. Look at those arms. 

Did you like the Grammy's fashion? Did you think it's just a stupid reason for people to dress up and hang out in the Staples Center? Let me know, because I care about each and every one of you, assmunchkins.

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