Dear Gossips,
My two most memorable online reads this weekend were about Lucy Liu and Radiohead, separately. Vulture posted an article about Lucy’s Watson on Elementary, positing that her “Joan” is the “Best Version of Watson”, obviously provocative because CumHards love their Sherlock and, since Martin Freeman, to them, is an extension of Benedict, it could be perceived as an insult to their beloved.
I wasn’t thinking about Sherlock Holmes though when I read the piece. I was thinking, first, that finally Lucy Liu was getting some love and, also, I was relating it to an article a couple of months ago at Pajiba about John Cho titled Not Your Korean Sidekick: The Frustrating Career of John Cho. Why the f-ck isn’t John Cho a bigger deal? Tell me one thing Zac Efron does better than John Cho. I’m not going to even bother waiting. Because you can’t. John Cho became a meme this weekend, by the way. There’s a Twitter account called #StarringJohnCho that puts John Cho in every role. This one is my favourite:
Happy #MothersDay! Ever wonder what @SeeMothersDay might look like if it was #StarringJohnCho? We did too pic.twitter.com/7quyUQoAE6
— #StarringJohnCho (@starringjohncho) May 8, 2016
So, like John Cho, why the f-ck isn’t Lucy Liu a bigger deal? I guess that’s a dumb question. You already know the answer.
As for Radiohead, the new album, A Moon Shaped Pool, has been released. Finally they’ve officially made True Love Waits available in a studio version. A long, long time I ago, I mentioned that for me and Jacek, this is “our” song. It’s SO good. The whole album is SO good. Anyway I’m sure you’ll have no trouble finding review upon review. My favourite, so far, is The Guardian’s. Because of the observation and the shade. The observation (or hypothesis): Radiohead is now the only major “stadium-filling” rock act that is giving us music to actually think about; music to think about now lives in hip-hop and R&B. As for the shade? Read the full paragraph, see if it doesn’t slap you in the face:
Artistically at least, these are supposed to be thin times for rock music, particularly rock of the stadium-filling variety. The really important, epochal, provocative stuff – the music that, to use a ghastly phrase, carries the conversation – is clearly happening in hip hop and R&B. With one exception: alone among their commercial peers, Radiohead are held to not just release albums, but make grand artistic statements, worth dissecting and poring over in the same way as the output of Kendrick Lamar or Beyonce: certainly, no one’s falling over themselves to decode the politics of Coldplay’s releases.
Click here read The Guardian’s full review of Radiohead’s A Moon Shaped Pool.
Yours in gossip,
Lainey