4. Woody Allen movies. Woody Allen is a creepy old guy who literally married his
Boris Yelnikoff (Larry David), an eccentric, misanthropic University of Chicago graduate and chess teacher from Greenwich Village, finds a young woman (Evan Rachel Wood) from Mississippi lying on his doorstep. He takes her in for the night and eventually marries her, despite their 40 year age difference and their clashing cultural backgrounds. His philosophy on the matter is that life is short so he might as well enjoy himself.
Perhaps the weirdest thing about Woody Allen movies is the adulation he receives from old (creepy) white male reviewers -- like this embarrassing gem from Richard Corliss at Time Magazine:
Not again, we hear you groaning. Another Woody Allen movie that propagandizes crabby old guys attracting cute young women. This is not a comedy scenario; it's a criminal offense, right? Except that in Whatever Works, Allen has taken his usual ingredients--mismatched pairings, the collision of the bitter and the sweet, an abiding love for Dixieland jazz, classic Hollywood movies and his hometown--and somehow made his freshest film in ages. After four pictures abroad, two of which (Match Point and Vicky Cristina Barcelona) were pretty good, the 73-year-old writer-director has found new vigor and warmth in his old surroundings. Melody's perky nature rubs off on Boris and on the entire enterprise. No kidding: this is the feel-good movie of the year and a cinematic soul massage."Soul massage" -- riiiight. It's glorified mainstreamed pedophilia and it's just flat out weird that it passes for normal in our society.
5. Las Vegas. Imagine a mutual fund that publishes its returns and shows that you will lose at least 2% a year and will likely lose much more than that. And then imagine that the mutual fund company tells you -- don't worry about losing all that money -- it's gonna be fun!!! And then imagine lots and lots of people telling you how excited they are to invest in that mutual fund on weekends. Very strange indeed.
Even the hugely successful ad campaign, "What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas" -- seems an odd allusion to the fact that the "What" in question is your money -- and it will definitely be staying in Vegas. Compare the excitement of people flying into Vegas with the depressing scene of people leaving Vegas and you'll wonder why folks continue to believe that losing money intentionally is fun. Somebody is paying for those pretty buildings and all of those blinking lights and that someone is us.