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It is now official, the Manolo’s new favorite television show is The Flight of the Conchords. It is delightfully absurd, and the music is quite good.

Of course, you must judge for yourself, as this excerpt below is perhaps the funniest thing the Manolo has seen all year.

Brilliant!

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By this point all of the Jason Bourne movies have begun to run together in the mind of the Manolo. This is not necessarily the bad thing.

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It is not the secret that the Manolo is the fan of the western movie genre, and so he is happy to report that this new cowboy movie with the Russell Crowe and the Christian Bale is quite enjoyable. It is somewhat marred by having the weak and overly long ending, but otherwise the Manolo especially happy with the acting, from the leads down through the smaller characters.

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The Manolo has been so busy these past few weeks guiding the new blogs, that he has not been able to read as much as he would like. But, he putting that to rights by rereading the David Lodge, who at his best is smart and hilarious.

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If you wish to look for someone whom the Manolo considers to be his kindred spirit, you could do much worse than to point at the the genius Henri Langlois.

Here is the person, who though not himself the traditional artist, was nonetheless passionate about art, and through his passion and devotion persuaded others to take this art seriously. The Manolo wishes to do for the shoes, what Henri Langlois did for the movies.

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The Manolo has been delighted to have sent to him the definitive work on the boots of the cowboys, the book Cowboy Boots by the Manolo’s internet friend the Jennifer June. The Manolo has long been the reader of her Cowboy Boots blog, and her cowboy boot website is the most comprehensive, and by far the most entertaining on the internets.

This is the sort of book that would not only want to read yourself, but would want to give as the gift to the cowboy boot lovers among your friends.

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The Manolo found that this Knocked Up movie was quite funny, but ultimately it did not speak to him in any meaningful way.

First, it is shambling and indulgent sort of movie, one which needs the tightening hand of the stern editor to speed things along.

Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, the matters which are treated in this movie (how to grow up and take responsibility) should be principally of concern to the late adolescent, not to those of us who have already long passed such milestones. But this is the problem with the recent cinema, no? The majority of movies are not made for the adults.

That said, the Manolo has been greatly enjoying the Loudon Wainwright’s soundtrack of the movie.

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Without argument, this is the best radio station in the entire known universe, it has only ever been exceeded by its magnificent and much lamented predecessor.

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“But, Manolo,” asked the friend of the Manolo, “you do not seem like the sort of person who would enjoy this giant, stupid,Transformers robot-fighting movie.”

“Yes, it is true,” answered the Manolo, “the Manolo is not the intended audience. But…there it is. He saw it. He went at the behest of some twelve-year-old friends of his, who assured him that this movie ‘rocked’.”

“So, did you at least enjoy this movie?”

“Yes. Very much so. It was loud and dumb, and more than moderately ridiculous, and yet for all of that, if one could disengage the thinking parts, it was also rousing and funny and entertaining, in its lowest common denominator way.”

“Would you say it ‘rocked’?”

“Yes, ‘rocked’. That is the best description. But then, the Manolo expected this , as he learned long ago to trust the opinions of the twelve-year old boys and girls. Thirteen-year olds, no. They are untrustworthy. But the twelve-year-olds, they know and will tell you truthfully.”

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What is amazing to the Manolo is how well Sunset Boulevard holds up, more than fifty years after its production. And repeated viewings at various points in the Manolo’s life have only served to push to the very near the top of the Manolo’s list of the favorite movies.

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The Manolo just this past week saw the Ratatouille movie and now must note that it is absolutely delightful; funny, clever, beautifully done, and wonderfully written. Of the course, all of this now makes the Manolo ask, why can they not make the live action movies with this much heart and soul?

The Manolo was especially taken with the character of the critic Anton Ego, for he proves what the Manolo has long known, that within every cynic lies the disillusioned romantic, one who may be returned to the state of grace by the experience of the sublime.