Satisfaction, the Batemans, that fickle bitch called Fame

Having just kind of awkwardly enjoyed watching the 80s preppie-rock chick flick Satisfaction (in which Justine Bateman reeeeeeeeally reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally tries to make us love her as a rock star but, let's be honest, is just plain awful in the singing department), I find myself thinking of poor Justine now and again. Ok, who knows—maybe Justine is happy having given up acting for fashion design or whatever, but... what must it like to have been so cool once and now have Katie Holmes (poor Katie, lost to us all now) basically delivering the modern version of what Justine was... the doe-eyed brunette. Now, most people probably wouldn't think to compare the two—I certainly hadn't before the Satisfaction revisitation. But there is something to this theory, I swear. Watch Satisfaction and you'll see it—Justine was rocking that vibe long before Katie.

Who cares, though, really... this is apparently the random crap that runs through my head.

Speaking of Satisfaction, though, I am glad Scott Coffey is suddenly back (er, 20 years later!!), even if he has directed a movie with useless Naomi Watts. And why the hell isn't Trini Alvarado more famous and more employed? You'd think Peter Jackson would do more to further the talented yet obscurity-bound actresses that have appeared in his films (Melanie Lynskey, where have you gone?). Sigh. Anyway, it's kind of sad to watch Satisfaction now and see that the two who give the worst performances (ok, thats harsh... Justine is the worst, but I love her) have enjoyed the most success: Julia Roberts and Liam Neeson. Sigh. Such a strange little film—apparently Britta Phillips was the voice of Jem. I loved Jem and I loved Satisfaction during those horrible years known as the late 80s and never connected the two. Of course, there was no IMDb then...

Back to the Batemans, I'm glad Jason B has resurfaced and found success on Arrested Development. That show is genius. Read a recent interview with Jason where, during the interview, he calmly told some woman who walked up and squawked "Hey, are you famous?" (who does that?) that he was Marc Jacobs. I love that. If they're going to be idiots you certainly have license to fuck with their minds. I wonder if Jason ever wakes in a cold sweat knowing that Teen Wolf Too will probably be mentioned in his obituary.