Latest Pointless Poll: Obama Edges McCain as Football Watching Buddy

No, really…

Now, I initially read this headline and thought, “What an idiotic poll.”  But then I thought, “well, maybe they’re trying to add a little bit of levity to this intensifying election, that’s okay.”

And then I came to this sentence in the article–

Such views are significant because in many elections, candidates considered more likable often have an advantage.”

–and came right back to, “What an idiotic poll.”

First things first, I like Obama, but no way he’d be cool to watch football with.  McCain seems like he’d be the cool old dude with stories about watching Jim Brown and Johnny Unitas in their prime, and how tough the guys were in the days before facemasks and extra-pads and rules against a good clothesline-tackle.

Obama seems like the dude who would try to  eulogize every gotdamn play.

“And as we watched that forward pass from Tony Romo… the ball guided to its destination as though it understands and is obliged to follow the quarterback’s command… it finds a home in the waiting hands of Terrell Owens… a latter-day gladiator, graced with the swiftness of Hermes and the power of Heracles…”

“Damn, B, are you trying to say ‘Great pass, touchdown Cowboys?’  Because that’s what Al Michaels said, B.  And then he moved on to the extra point, the kickoff and the fumble that just happened.  Come on, B, keep up!  And put away that Caesar’s salad and grab a burger, we’re watching football!”

Maybe that’s an extreme, unfair assumption on my part.  I don’t know.  All I know is Obama hoops with his shirt tucked into his windpants while rocking what appear to be Asics cross-trainers…

Or are those the fake New Balance joints...?

Or are those the fake New Balance joints...?

…he can no longer be trusted to be cool about anything sports-related ever again.

More to the point, however, none of the above is in any way significant, because I’m not electing a guy to watch football with, and none of the people I do watch football with are going to run the country, thank God. 

I remember a similar, pointless poll coming up in the last election: something along the lines of “Who would you rather get a drink with?”  Who gives a shit?  I know people who are cool to get a drink with who I wouldn’t trust to go to the restaurant next to the bar and order hot wings without fucking the order up, much less be the leader of the free world.

If I step into a bar and the president’s there I’m going to panic my ass off.  “Mr. President, what are you doing here?  Who’s running the country?”

“Man, I just had to get away, get a few beers in me.  Russia keeps talking shit, China’s poisoning babies, there’s an asteroid the size of Mount Everest rocketing towards the planet…”

“There’s a what!?” 

“…and on top of all that there’s Canada just being all to the north of us and shit like they think they’re better than us…I swear I’m this close to smacking somebody in the mouth with a nuke.”

Thankfully, the above scenario will never take place because you’re never going to just happen upon the president chilling in a bar, watching Ohio State lose the BCS Championship for the 9th year in a row.  These types of questions should have zero significance.

Which candidate would you rather see be the gotdamn president?

Now that’s a significant poll question…

Zero Faith: Lakeview Terrace

This September... Samuel L. Jackson is Samuel L. Jackson in... SAMUEL L. JACKSON!

This September... Samuel L. Jackson is Samuel L. Jackson in... SAMUEL L. JACKSON YELLING!

In advance of actually viewing the movie so I can write an informed, thoughtful review, I’m going to just presume that Lakeview Terrace is going to be awful, formulaic, and full of gratuitous Samuel L. Jackson shouting scenes.

Here’s the plot, as I’ve gleaned from the previews: A white guy with a black wife move next door to a black dude who doesn’t like white guys having black wives and decides to harrass them by shining a bright lights into their bedroom, slashing their tires and angrily barking, “You didn’t get my permission to plant these trees!” at them.

Wait… what the hell?

Yep, at the 1:45 mark of the trailer, right when the music is getting dark and intense… we are made to witness a neighbor dispute where Sam resorts to cutting down our protagonist’s trees.  I love how the hero runs outside and screams “What’re you doing?” as though Sam was backhanding his children or something.  How does that scene sneak into the trailer?  HOW? 

The generic premise notwithstanding, nothing about this film makes me not want to see it more than the fact that an intense, lawn-dispute-standoff made its way into the trailer.  You know what that means?  They didn’t have shit else to show.  Previews are specifically designed to show the handpicked most exciting moments the movie has to offer.  In fact, they frequently show shit that the movie doesn’t have to offer.  Can you imagine how horribly boring the rest of the footage must have been for them to have to resort to using this scene in the preview? 

“We’re going with the tree-trimming scene?  Seriously?”
“It’s either that or the scene where Sam diabolically cheats at golf by giving himself a three under par even though he bogied the last hole.  Your call.”
“…”
“Which one do you want to use?”
“I’m thinking…”

Also, I’m not too happy with Sam’s, “I’m the po-lice!” line.  Denzel did that.  That line’s done.  It’s off limits to all black actors for the next 30 years at least.  And whereas Denzel famously followed up his line with “I run shit around here… King Kong ain’t got shit on me!” I imagine Sam Jackson’s character is going to say something along the lines of, “I’m the po-lice, you have to do what I say!  And I disapprove of these motherfucking azaleas!”

While we’re here, let me just add that Sam Jackson has to be the most bullet-proof actor in history.  No matter how many lousy movies he makes he never seems to fall into that Nic Cage level where people automatically presume that any blockbuster he’s in will suck just because his name is attached.  Compare Nic’s string of colossal failures (Ghost Rider, Next, Bangkok Dangerous, and the incomparably bad The Wicker Man) with Sam’s, (The Man, Jumper, Snakes on a Plane, Freedomland, xXx: State of the Union, and let’s just go ahead and count Lakeview in there).  Sam’s easily as bad as Nic when it comes to refusing to turn a role down.  But he has cool on his side.  Once you play a Jules Winfield type and build an image based on your patented, aggressive use of the word “motherfucker,” you apparently get a free pass from the public.  The whole “relentless badass” persona is like a rechargable “Get Out of Ridicule Free” card.  I need to get me one of those…