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CRAZY Frog has spawned much more than just what is quite possibly the most annoying sound to have come within our collective earshot. It is also responsible for the most annoying TV ad, which by the way makes no narrative sense at all: "The crazy frog is back in town and on the run." If he's on the run, perhaps it is not a smart idea to come back into town then.
TOM and Katie, Angelina and Brad, and Britney and Kev have all been making themselves audible on the subject of amour this week. Once upon a time Hollywood romances were like Hollywood movies, with the fab couple demurely heading off into the sunset. Now they're riding down Sunset to the television studio so that Tom Cruise, 42, can tell Oprah of his excited infatuation with Katie Holmes, 26.
IF BRITISH DJs have an image problem, it is thanks largely to Paul Whitehouse and Harry Enfield. As Smashie and Nicey, two dim but smug veteran platter-spinners, they parodied the worst kind of radio voices as crescendos of self-promotion and wannabe-trendy vocabulary.
‘VANITY, thy name is woman," declared Hamlet rather petulantly: to be fair he was under a lot of pressure at the time. And of course, we all have something of the show-off in us, or Dance Fever, Big Brother, Stars In Their Eyes and karaoke would never get any airtime. Unlike the public, celebrities have almost limitless opportunities to parade their opinions and endorsements. Sometimes this power is abused, and ever so occasionally, a celeb’s messianic hubris can be put to good use.
THE nature of reverie has changed forever - we have become intensely nostalgic for things that have barely had time to be consigned to the history books.
WHEN you picture Madonna, it’s difficult to see just one definitive image rather than the open-ended montage that has served her progress as the mother of reinvention. One concrete image still eludes her, however - that of actress. Not that Ms Ciccone herself accepts this. Or appreciates anyone else making this point.
SOME years ago, Roger Enrico, then president and chief executive of Pepsi-Cola, was talking excitedly about his new celebrity signing. He had secured the services of America’s number one recording artist of the time, a star who was clean-living and non-political. Soon enough, however, Pepsi was forced to pull the plug on its multi-million-dollar sponsorship of Michael Jackson.
THE dysfunctional characters in Little Britain operate as the antithesis of the American dream; a gaudy couple of transvestites can’t fool anyone, an incomprehensible teenage mum who swaps her baby for a Westlife CD, and Daffyd, who is defiantly certain against all contrary evidence that he’s the only gay man in his Welsh village.
MICK Jagger and Jerry Hall are not so much stars as international stereotypes: he is the fashionably emaciated rocker, she is the languidly glamorous Texan model.
THIS has certainly been the British Phonographic Industry’s week for weasel words and futile deeds.
FORGET that South Bank Show special, forget the breathless acclaim of the bestselling biography and certainly forget anything as intangible as a ‘reputation’ - for some artists, the ultimate accolade is having a memorial created in your honour.
LIKE iPods, Morrissey and rice pudding, Star Trek is one of those things that inspires either adoration or deep loathing. You may love it so much that you can order your favourite meal in Klingon, or you chuck coins in the hats of those who do.
IN A skit for "U2: The Early Years", Ben Stiller once sent up rock’s cosmic Irish band with a mockumentary where the group plays bar mitzvahs and weddings with all their trademark sententiousness. "How about Leo Krupnick, who made that cool gefilte fish sculpture, huh?" cries Bono. "I hope everyone’s ready to dance the Hora and the Hokey Pokey soon. And I’ll tell you something else. I’m sick and tired of what’s going on in Northern Ireland..."
DON’T you love comedians? Those waggish scamps, those naughty-but-nice funsters, those priests of the put-down. Don’t girls find comics irresistible as a sort of ultimate Guy Who Makes You Laugh?
OH, THE pull of medical drama on a hypochondriac audience hooked on a familiar fix. From the start, most hospital programmes are pitched at so high a dramatic note they attract dogs.
IN THE past few months there has been a storm brewing in America over DVD extras.
THE argument about sports books runs like this: novels from Serious Writers are accepted in literary circles because we know the sport is only there as a vehicle enabling these writers to explore issues of much deeper significance and metaphysical importance. Or something.
FOR Hollywood studios, Christmas shopping must be a chaotic and anxious affair.