Starsky And Hutch

I really thought that we all agreed that the late 70's were best forgotten. In fact I thought we had decided that other than of course the Mowtown sound, the memories and any left over 'fashion' items should have been squished under a giant rolling pin, wrapped in newspaper and thrown to the bottom of the deepest hole in the deepest flooded disused and condemned mine that one could find. Preferably on another planet.

Well I must have been wrong? Watching Starsky and Hutch, the new Warner Brothers comedy remake of the TV cop show of the same name from that unspeakable decade at the Rex on Thursday Night I found myself wishing they were back.

That's all because of the fantasy though. In reality we were all poor and lived in damp caves in the 70's.

Who cares though? For a hundred odd minutes I had a really great time and judging by the smiles on everybody else's faces when the lights came up so did everybody else. So its not going to change the world but it made a refreshing change to the usual Hollywood comedy fare of slapstick teenage flicks or slightly over saccharine takes on growing up, or indeed getting old . Or perhaps there is lots of good stuff out there? I just might have missed it?

Mismatch cop partners/ murder/cocaine baron/THE CAR/That theme tune/chunky knitwear/Wry humour/affectionate homage/Big hair/Huggy Bear... Oh and girls snogging each other...mmmmmmm Carmen Electra...*sigh* mmmmmm Amy Smart, mmm *cough* sorry , yes right.

Feel good all over with the great smell of Brut.

On the stereo 'The Scissor Sisters' Funk comin atchya..

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