Showing posts with label language. Show all posts
Showing posts with label language. Show all posts

Monday, May 4, 2009

When Great Slang Goes Away

Remember when everyone was "in the tank" for Barack Obama?
That was so funny, and now, nobody says it anymore (for fear of retribution from the CIA?).

IN THE TANK. I read it today on Slate or Salon or some such internet magazine, and it made my day.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Badly Done Subtitles

Preface: Now, I am fortunate enough to be relatively fluent in French, and this gift makes it hard for me to deal with French movie subtitles, because I always feel like they are kind of wrong. Honestly, I know it's hard to create translations and subtitles that are wholly accurate.

Complaint: But on Saturday, I saw a super sad movie called Katyn, a Polish movie about this horrible mass murder of Polish intelligentsia and military officers during WWII. This was the saddest movie ever. It was crazy sad. And even though it was in Polish (I know 'please,' 'thank you,' 'okay' and 'cold beer'--'zimne piwo'), I could tell that the subtitles were terrible. It did that thing where they subtitles some written words (like on a newspaper) but no all of them. It did the thing where people talk for 45 seconds and the subtitle is "yes." It did that thing where they didn't bother to write out Christmas and instead wrote Xmas and has terrible grammatical errors (like my post).

So, seriously, if yu are going to nominate aa movie for a damn foreign film academy award, you have to have good subtitles. Waltz With Bashir had good subtitles. It can't be so hard. If you are going to make me watch the saddest thing ever, at least let me understand what is happening.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Euphemisms

I love terrible pop music--my most recent love is Lady GaGa, who is awesome and refuses to wear pants. Love it, love her, love the dress, love the shoes, love it.
However, I must take this opportunity to object strongly to some of the euphemisms that she uses for sex. She "want to take a ride on your disco stick." Seriously, Gaga? Seriously? That's the best you can do? Disco stick?
Honestly, it's no wonder kids don't grow up knowing the proper names for their lady and boy parts, or how talk about sex. I blame pop music. Obviously, I am blinded by the sheer intensity of "disco stick"and can't come up with any other good examples. But I know they're out there.