We are all sports. And we remember. Olympically.
As summer washes over the nation, drenching us all in sweat and superhero movies, FR look back at that year that was the year, so far.
FR love their movies, and they love actors.
They don’t love these actors.
Commercials. An integral necessity of broadcast art, an incessant interruption throughout any sporting event of note. In this era of economic lethargy, they’re even more a reminder that near none of us have the wherewithal to possess the consumer goods we desire–desires driven, of course, in immense part by those very ads. But sometimes the medium transcends the meaning. On occasion, we can’t help but be entertained, though we know we’re being sold. On rarer occasion, we’re genuinely startled, be it to laughter or genuine emotion, or basic admiration for the stylistic talent on display. It’s a tricky business, the business of advertising. With that in mind, FR this week highlight those commercials that stuck in the craw. Somewhere, on hiatus between seasons, Don Draper is taking notes.
Nathan is off of the grid this week due to a parapsychological expedition in the Canadian federal territory of Nunavut, but Travis and Tyler are here to keep your Friday Fived. This week, your boys break down the best places for a brew or adult beverage, food optional, cig-allowance ideal, comfort paramount. Read on, dear readers, and raise yours up.
It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday, not least when you love sports and some kind of favorite is bidding adieu. This past week, career-long Detroit Red Wing Nicklas Lidstrom announced his departure from the ice. Hockeytown native Nathan and NHL obsessive Travis both were moved by this development. That in mind, FR offer here the ends of careers that struck them somehow, as heroes, admired competitors, and others left the arena. There’s something about sports. Written by the FRarrely brothers.
Last week, FR broke down their favorite sequels. This week, more of the same–except, the opposite. These are terrible, terrible movies. Yippee ka’yay, mother<gunshot>.