I have no beef with schmaltzy Disney sports movies, I mean, I can almost quote the entire speech from Miracle so my problems with Million Dollar Arm do not stem from any preconceived prejudice but just that it wasn’t a great movie because it focused too much on Jon Hamm’s character when I felt like the more interesting story was that of the Indian boys who were groomed into major league baseball players in only 10 months after having never even touched a baseball and this only led to a movie that ended up just being.. boring because I didn’t care about Jon Hamm’s character as much but there are still touching moments and some interesting insight into how the business end of baseball works.
Welcome to “Somebody Convince Me”, our new feature where we turn it over to you, the readers. Speaking for myself, I have a lot weird pop culture hang-ups. Shows, movies, or musical artists that I refuse to participate in for whatever reason. With this new feature, we are going to let you convince us that we are wrong. Up first on the docket: Mad Men.
I have had so many people try to tell me that I would love this show and then there is all of those awards and critical accolades. All that set aside, Jon Hamm in a 60’s era suit should be enough to sway me, but I have never been able to convince myself to dive into this one.
I should mention that I watched the pilot and the second episode, but decided that the characters all seemed too despicable and their problems too dramatic for me to see myself getting invested.
Convince me that I am wrong! Or are my concerns valid and I should just count this as a pop culture blind spot?
To us here at Fangirly, Marry Boff Kill is so much more than a game. In fact, we firmly believe that you never really know someone until they’ve told you which celebs they would wed, bed, and make dead. Our MBK question this week happens to be something of a sore spot in our relationship. It first came up while on a camping trip more than a year ago, and remains a source of cousinly contention to this day.
Marry Boff Kill: Jon Hamm, Adam Scott, or Paul Rudd.
Marry Adam Scott- Ha! No brainer. While he’s still smokin’ hot, he’s the least classically attractive of the three so I wouldn’t feel totally inadequate. Also, if I married him I would get to hang out with his Parks and Rec co-stars, which would help me fulfill my destiny of becoming Amy Pohler’s best friend.
Boff Paul Rudd- That boyish face, that sexy grin, and the fact that he’s the funniest guy in Hollywood all lead me to conclude that Paul Rudd would be an awesome boff. Honestly, just look at this picture! (I really hope my parents don’t read this).
Kill…Jon Hamm- Ouch. This one hurts. He’s just too handsome. And every time I look at him all I can think about is his 30 Rock character Dr. Drew Baird, with his hook hands and less than average IQ. Sorry Jon Hamm. It was never meant to be.
Marry Paul Rudd- I have to. What Paul and I have is lasting and real because I have loved him ever since I was a little girl watching Clueless on VHS, trying to act like I totally got all the jokes. Totally. I like to imagine that he is out there wearing a promise ring, just waiting for me. He may call it his wedding ring that another woman gave him, but whatever.
Boff Jon Hamm – To fully explain my rationale behind this choice, it is important to know my strategy for playing the game. I first decide who will give me a more meaningful relationship. Not just a lover in the nighttime, but a true companion. From there I decide who I believe will be the best boff. Look at that picture. He is literally smoking! To give evidence as to why Jon Hamm is the best choice, I give you the following clip:
Kill… Adam Scott – You have no idea how painful this for me, Adam. It’s not you, it’s me. You’re a great guy, you know I think the world of you. It’s just that someone has to die and it kills me that it’s you. I had to follow my heart in choosing Paul and I had to follow something else in choosing Jon, but know that in choosing to kill you, I’m following a path straight to a night of crying in my pillow. Don’t look at me like that, Adam. You’re only making this harder.