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Last night I crushed on my bed after reading the shocking news: Whitney Houston had passed away.

What can I say? This kind of news sometimes affects me more than the awful economic situation we’re currently passing through in our country. I know, on this regard I prefer living in ignorance, otherwise I’d get mad, would buy an UZI machine gun and go out for a walk as D-Fens Foster in Falling Down.

I’ve never been Whitney’s fan at all, but always respected her stunning voice, and gotta admit I’ve always liked her, for no particular reason.

Remember the first time I saw her on TV, singing I Wanna Dance with Somebody, with that impossible  80’s look, her terrific hairdo, and her super smile. That song always gave me the good vibes, and he seemed a cool girl. Let’s remark I was 10, and Axl Rose nor Johnny Thunders were in my life yet, heheh!

Whitney went on with her career, and I grew up, separating our ways. Some single came to my ears, and of course I got sick of the Bodyguard main theme, I Will Always Love You, for obvious reasons.  Yet, I kept on respecting her, for she stood firm only focusing on her talented voice rather than showing flesh, as many other R&B artists who ended up performing videclips pretending to be the biggest and highest class bitches on Earth. Arggh, disgusting! Of course she had a contract with a monster record company, and videos always featured her beautiful features, but always avoiding the tendency for cheap sensuality.

Her love story with Bobby Brown was close to Ike & Tina’s rather to the Bodyguard romanticism. Domestic violence, infidelity, money issues, arguments and quarrels and drugs, were constant in their lives, and probably his, wasn’t the best influence for her. Media talked about lawsuits, we saw court trials…but at the end of the day, seemed that she couldn’t live without him. She had everything and everyone in case she wanted to get away from him. It took her too long to file for divorce in 2007.

I turned into a fan of her character when I read on the newspapers she got arrested for 2kg weed possession in a flight, coming back from Jamaica, and she argued it was for personal consumption. Sorry, she became my heroine right away. Then all the buzz regarding her drug habits and addictions to cocaine, crack and weed were made public, and it didn’t something new, she had developed a taste for getting stoned years before.

At this point the drugs issue comes to my head. How many artists do we know who’ve been playing with drugs? Hundreds! However, depending on their established position worldwide or in terms of sales the treatment these people receive, changes radically.

I’m listening to Johnny Thunders right now. Not many comments are necessary, we all know he was a junkie. As fans, do we finger point at him? Not really. Rock involves drugs, so we the fans just assume as part of the creativity and personality of our heroes. Ah! This doesn’t apply to people performing “respectable” music, whose fame and established position involves, awards, a huge record company supporting them, and many companies and people depending on them. The drug issue, until Amy Winehouse appeared on stage, was kind of tabu, then with her and Pete Doherty, companies and media realized addictions were profitable.

Whitney Houston was an addict. I think someone tried to stop her unsuccessfully , but she didn’t really wanted to quit. Perhaps, on the other hand, being stoned helped to handle her better. Who knows?

Those videos uploaded on the net from her last tour showed the truth, not only she didn’t care about her physical appearance, but also her voice was ruined for good. What I cannot really understand, who was the suicide promoter who carried out this epic failure, considering her physical and singing conditions were terrible.

All these questions keeping me busy this morning, eventually reminded me on an act performed by Doug Stanhope, this sharp American standup comedian I discovered few time ago. Stanhope questions about early death of the artists, using Kurt Cobain’s suicide as the starting point. Was he too young to die? His point was interesting, what if he already enjoyed and experienced everything he wanted and he got pissed of with living the same, subject to media and companies pressure for who-the-hell-knows-how-many-years? I’m not pro-suicide, no way, but he made this point I find particularly meaningful and extensive to other cases.

Was Whitney Houston too young? Perhaps she had lived, succeeded, taken drugs, been mom and wife time enough as to feel her life fulfilled… so her gradual self-destruction and decline had a reason. In any case, we will never know.

Let’s get ready for all the mourning, compilations and massive Whitney Houston’s revival, some people are willing to take profit from, right now hands rubbing at their luxury offices.

I can only wish Whitney enjoyed the life she really wanted, and will rest in peace wherever she’s right now.

Ah! I canot forget to send my fully condolences to Patrick Bateman for the loss, one of her super fans. I found very inspiring what Bret Easton Ellis twitted last night:

Whitney Houston: Yes, somewhere tonight Patrick Bateman is weeping, shocked but not surprised, and ordering three hookers instead of two…


I’ve always referred to villains as the most interesting characters in films. They are mean, and have an attitude, and their lack of remorse in their acts, can make you feel disturbed, but attracted to them at the same time.

There are many interesting fictional villains whose acts have turned them into icons, don’t you think?

Again it’s time to make a list. I’ve thought of these 5 for being the first ones I’ve got on mind, but I’ll regret (actually I’m already regretting) not having include some more.

Enjoy my evil side!

The villain in suit: Patrick Bateman

I’ll never stress enough how much I love Bateman. Not sure whether all the atrocities he commits are for real, or just an insane desire inside his head, Patrick is a villain with class. Obsessed by his external appearance, trying to fit IN, he’s only capable of experimenting pleasant feelings by killing and chopping human bodies.

The villain with a smile: The Joker

Another personal favorite I’ve already talked about, The Joker with his grotesque smile, before becoming Gotham city’s public enemy #1, he was already a powerful and evil human being who would do anything for his own behalf. Once turned into The Joker, his main passion is to seed panic in the city, considering all its citizens expendable when trying to achieve his two targets: become the lord of Gotham city, and defeat Batman, his counterpart and main enemy. He can’t stand the man in black’s popularity.

The villain from outer space: Darth Vader

What can I say? Vader has rocked my world since I was 4-5 years old. The most loyal supporter of the Emperor Palpatine just works 24/7 for turning the Universe under his master’s command and just defeating the rebel cause is reward enough for him. With his former Jedi powers and his enormous strength provided by his half clone perfect body, plus a very well developed mean attitude, even those working for the same cause, fear him.

The villain with a religious belief: The preacher

A wolf disguised in lamb fur, The preacher is a rat, moved by his thirst for money, has a skill for nonsense talking, and with a neat appearance, the explanation for his knuckle tattoos, love-hate,  and false religious attitude,  he manages to cheat everyone successfully.


The villain in tattoos: Max Cady

Revenge is his main motivation. After spending 14 years body building, getting inked and studying law in the can, once released, he seeks pleasure by stalking and disturbing his former counselor and his family.

Now it’s your time to add some contributions to this post. C’mon!!! Can’t wait to see which ones are your fav villains.


Have I ever told you I’m a diehard fan of Patrick Bateman and American Psycho?  

Well, guess you had noticed something when I told you one of my favorite t-shirts is precisely one of that film. Not only I love the film, I adore the book, and nowadays I feel the urge of reading it once more, but unfortunately cannot track my old English copy, so if any of you has it, can I borrow it for a while? Otherwise I’ll buy another one, but I’m positive the old copy will show up right after I get it…it’s not the first time, this happens too more often than I’d wish with CDs and films.

No question Christian Bale did it, he was capable of incarnating Patrick Bateman masterly, no one could have done it better, and since the film was released, Patrick was Chris, and no matter what Bale is doing afterwards, he’ll always be Bateman.

Both the book and the script contain powerful  sentences you will never forget, Bateman’s reflections are a mixture between metaphysics and the most superficial stuff regarding social etiquette, the most fashionable venues and restaurants in town, or how many pushups he’s capable of doing during his daily routine. His speeches on artists’ discographies, increasing tension of the scenes is simply marvelous.

Mary Harron adapted the book from the non gore point of view of a woman, and for that, she deserves total respect, thus Bateman has become a worldwide legend somehow, easy access to everyone. However, those who are diehard fans of the book find the adaptation too light, with very few killings, very subtle and with lack of blood splashes. I’m sort of divided, but still I watch this film every 6 months, so I don’t feel so disappointed.

Since I read the book back in 1995, I felt in love with Patrick Bateman.  

Many people hate so many accurate descriptions involving branding, which, due to copy rights and all this stuff, are unnoticeable in the film. I love them. I’m not the kind of girl living for clothes, as you already know, not a fashion victim at all, still, I’m interested in brands for almost anything, I used to be very good at that, but once I read American Psycho I turned into a branding data base. Remember the first time I went to London and saw Evian water was sold. No discussion, Evian became my favorite water just because Bateman drank it. Same with San Pellegrino. These are easy examples, but furthermore, what does a girl in her teens care about Ermenegildo Zegna or Nino Cerrutti? I did! And started to observe men in suits more carefully trying to find whether they were in or not. I’m proud to say my father was IN, and shared similar taste with Patrick (by the way, he read the book and also became a fan, hahaha!).

Few weeks ago I was telling you Han Solo was my man, and I’m still positive about that, he’s the perfect anti-hero, but Patrick…grrrrr! He’s definitely the perfect villain.

Why do I like him so much? I don’t know, there are many things I fancy. To start with, he’s opposite to the type of man I like, he wears suits and is elegant, and I’ve found myself babbling for guys in such appearance. Have you ever seen the TV series Mad Men? Men in suit are the older version of Bateman’s style in late 50’s – early 60’s, I could talk about how gorgeous Don Draper is, but find it unnecessary, it’s obvious!  The word that fits  best is spotless. Both Bateman and Draper they simply look perfect, shaved, their haircut…I love it.

On the other hand, Bateman is a misfit, and at the end of the day as low self-esteemed as anyone on the street. Besides, his inside world is so rich…gotta tell you, I have a kind of taste for people like that, it’s like I need to know what’s happening in their minds, I’m so outgoing and expressive, shyness both amazes and attracts me a lot.

What else? Ah! His little problem with killing people…I’m not telling I’d love doing the same, but you know when sometimes someone gets on your nerves and you’d love to end them, and he does it, at least inside his mind. Definitely he shows some attitude, right?  

Like The Wildhearts say, I’m Rooting For The Bad Guy, they’re definitely more charismatic and interesting, don’t you think?


We’re talking about fiction character and this is a joke, don’t panic! I’m not looking for a psycho, not anymore, hahaha! Well, I think so…  🙂 


This weekend has been another great one. I cannot complain at all lately, I’m having lots of fun, fortunately enjoying good companion all the time, seems that people are up to share activities with me, maybe because I’m available for anything. I love it!

On Friday I wanted to chill out a bit, I had already gone out for beers on Thursday, and wanted to take it easy this time, so I went to my friend Mireia’s house for watching a movie. Choice was my duty, she was buying beer…not a bad deal, huh? She hates horror movies, like most of girls do, so zombies were not an option. I picked up 4 movies: AMERICAN PSYCHO, JACKIE BROWN, RUMBLE FISH and ANIMAL HOUSE. In the end, Patrick Bateman was our definite motivation…guess why J  I love American Psycho, well, the fact that Mary Harron was the director smoothed the extreme of the story Bret Easton Ellis shocked the world with, helped this film to become more popular and everyone was aware who Bateman is, turning Bale into the perfect Wall street Psycho, and probably reaching his best role as an actor, for many of us.

Saturday was the busiest and most complete day: went to the movies to see Black Swan, then headed to an acoustic show my friend Evil Mr. Sod was headlining, and ended up at the Outsiders enjoying Dj Nando’s greatest hits while drinking mojito with my friend Jaume.

I will dig into Aronofsky’s last work deeper in Popcorn and Movies, but I can advance I did like it a lot.

On the other hand, the show offered my old pal Evil Mr. Sod, just armed with an acoustic guitar was excellent. I might not sound objective, but he’s got one of the most powerful and solid voices I’ve heard, and considering he’s Spanish, worse, Canarian, his English pronunciation is outstanding.

He came to introduce El Cuervo EP, a pack of acoustic songs smelling a bit like Johnny Cash but with that special personal  touch the Canarian always tips us with. Songs such as I Love the Way You Hate Me, Elvis Made Me What I Am Today, or Boy, You gonna Be Alright help me  to believe in good artists in this cursed country, unable to encourage a decent rock movement beyond the underground circuits. This guy lives in Berlin, and probably he’s more successful there than in his own country. This sucks, but I’m glad he can make his living by playing, no matter it’s not a wealthy one, at least when we are old, he will be able to admit he did what he wanted to…not everybody can say that.

The gig was great, I enjoyed lyrics the most, and he’s the kind of guy who loves interacting with the audience, something I love, especially in such intimate venues.

By the way, the venue was called Shake it! And found it very appropriate for this kind of gigs. Seems that due to so much closing of live music venues, some places are encouraging the acoustic, an initiative to be applauded.

And yesterday was the definite evening: Movies @ My Hellhouse. That was awesome, full of beer, popcorn, chips and laughs, 6 friends joined me to spend some hours watching three films: Walter Hill’s Trespass, He Was a Quiet Man and Los Bingueros, the definite Spanish Cañí movie. Such was the success of the movie, we’re arranging a date for going to play Bingo to the worst Bingo joint we can find. I know it’s gonna be so much fun!

Moreover, we’ve all agreed to have one monthly regular session at my place, so if you’re interested in watching movies in a very noisy environment, cramped on my couch (if you are lucky to get some space), drinking beer and having a good laugh, you’re more than welcome.