Thursday, 8 January 2009

The Chumscrubber - Let's take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight

Lost in the high street, where the dogs run, roaming suburban boys. Mother's got a hairdo to be done, she says they're too old for toys Stood by the bus stop with a felt pen In this suburban hell. And in the distance a police car, to break the suburban spell. Break a window by the town hall, listen, the siren screams. There in the distance, like a roll call of all the suburban dreams. It's on the front page of the papers, this is their hour of need. Where's a policeman when you need one to blame the colour TV?

Suburbia, where the suburbs met Utopia. What kind of doomed modernism is so easy to destroy? OK cop out I know, but this film is one for you to work out for yourselves. It's been compared to Donnie Darko, and although I can kinda see why, that's unfair on both.

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