Ever hear of a rolling brown out?

Is it a prerequisite that all teen sex comedy's have the following;

Nerdy cute looking virgin boy?
Arrogant fuck wit over sexed older brother that makes nerdy virgin's life hell?
Nerdy virgin's female best friend that he has a crush on?
Nerdy virgin's male best friend who is butt fucking ugly but seems to have no trouble getting all the sex he wants?
And the ubiquitous road trip to go find some skanky internet girl to go lose nerdy virgin boy's virginity?

Well yes, yes they do, and Sex Drive is no different from the rest of the sex comedies that have come out since American Pie.

I got a copy of the extended version of Sex Drive to review... and oh my god I have struggled to watch this load of crap.

But after I got over the first 20 minutes of so called character development, this actually got stupidly good.

All the usual sex, poo, wee, and vomit jokes a side, they have actually managed to make a fairly good and unique DVD experience.

There is so much random nudity – a naked woman will casually jog down the street, a naked man juggling at the carnival etc. Lots of boobs, bush and cock for everyone.

I also love how they've kept all the bloopers and outtakes actually in the movie. There's quite a few scenes where the cast start cracking up and you can hear the crew giggling.

The funniest part of the whole thing though is when the Male Best Friend picks a trailer trash hottie and she handcuffs him to the bed and asks “Ever hear of a rolling brown out?” and then proceeds to shit all over his chest. So classy, yet so funny.

Overall, Sex Drive, was much more fun then I expected. It'd be great with a six pack of beer, and a few stupid friends to watch it with.

Freebie Alert...

Thanks to Sony, I've got a copy of Sex Drive to give away..... Tell me your favourite teen sex comedy one liner/scene for a chance to get your hands on this stellar piece of cinema.

McStunt??

Yeah that last post was part of a viral campaign for McDonald's... they're not releasing aromatherapy oils, but they are releasing fresh baked pastries in the McCafes...

Croissants, danishes, muffins and all that sort of stuff....

I still want vodka in my frozen coke.

Woo hoo... I'm published. Kinda

I got to go see Tim Minchin last weekend, and was asked to review the performance for Samesame.com.au, and my little rant has finally appearede on line.

Yay!

See it in all it's glory here, or you if you're too lazy to click a fucking link, it's missing all it's pretty pictures and the video below;

Tim Minchin is not your usual comedian! He sits behind a piano, he likes to wear eye make up and his hair cut is part Simply Red’s Mick Hucknell and part emo. He’s appeared on ABC’s Spicks And Specks, as well as Denton’s Enough Rope. I walked into this show not knowing much about Minchin, but left entirely impressed.

The show started with a sight and sound assault, all without a single piano key being hit. Instead, Tim performs some great vocal gymnastics against a distorted guitar track to great effect. As the stage lights come back up, a barefoot Minchin is revealed standing in front of microphone, making fun of the late arrivals as they scatter to find their seats. Things then get very interesting when Minchin finally sits behind his piano and lets his material stray to the darker side of life.

His second song Taboo touches on some cringe worthy subjects – I’ll spare you the details as they’ll reveal the entire joke. The couple in front of me squirmed uncomfortably throughout the entire song, and their awkwardness continued throughout the show as Minchin too some very well placed swipes at mainstream religion, feminism, and his one true love, idealism.

While Minchin’s talents certainly lay behind the piano – he bashes on the keys like a child prodigy – he mixes it up with guitar, a few pre-recorded backing tracks and, for something completely different, a nine minute beat poem.

In fact, the beat poem is the show’s highlight. The lights come down as he stands in front of the microphone with a glass of red wine in hand, recalling a dinner party run-in with an ideologically offensive hippy called Storm. The poem is underpinned with a simple double bass backing track, and the vitriolic tirade against the politically naive, tree-hugging vegan kept the audience laughing for the entire nine minutes.

The final song, Bears Don’t Like To Dance pales in comparison to the beat poem, but with an audience member dressed in a bear suit for most of the song, it was pretty indicative of the entire show – you really had no idea where he was going, but there were plenty of laughs along the way.

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