That’s the kind of shit that would’ve completely freaked me out as a wee laddie. Pop music was supposed to be fun, and all these weird artsy-fartsy people were making it scary!
Sorry, gotta hijack an All-Star Jam to share the following:
I just discovered my new favorite show. Some of you know I’m a big fan of Les Stroud, the Survivorman, and his bug-eating, lean-to-constructing, urine-drinking survival skills. Let me tell you, Les has *nothing* on Chris Evans, former SAS commando, and star of “Special Forces Manhunt,” on the Military Channel. In Chris’ survival challenge show, he has to survive Stroud-fashion *while being chased by a squadron of armed-to-the-teeth former Navy SEALs, SAS paratroopers and Special Forces gonzos.* All this to complete a made-up (but based on reality) tactical goal: go retrieve a weapons cache, then make your way to a helicopter take-out point; or blow up a crashed spy satellite, then catch a ride with the locals down a croc-infested river; sh*t like that. Meanwhile, Chris sets booby traps, bribes the locals, and breaks as many rules as he can get away with. It’s gripping!
But what is it that *really* makes Chris a bigger manly man than Les? Well, here’s the deal: When Les gets in any real danger of bodily harm, he wisely changes course, or, in the direst circumstances, gives up. Not Chris! We see the guy warning us that three days marching through the swamp may give him trench foot, then — voila! — to prove his point, off come the socks, and his feet are grey, gelatinous and covered in oozing sores. Sick! Les warns us in the arctic: “if you sweat, you die.” Chris is being chased by murderous goons through Siberia, and, so, he sweats. He then FILMS HIMSELF DYING OF HYPOTHERMIA. He doesn’t die, quite, but it is painfully, terrifyingly, rivetingly clear that he comes really close — and throughout all of this he’s got this James Bond-ian “the mission comes first” unflappable attitude. Unbelievable!
Don’t get me wrong, I still love the Survivorman, but his show seems like a Richard Attenborough nature special compared to “Special Forces Manhunt”!
Ah, the AbFab duo! Awesome. I’m feeling pretty scared now, as that organ breakdown/witch dance takes place!
That’s the kind of shit that would’ve completely freaked me out as a wee laddie. Pop music was supposed to be fun, and all these weird artsy-fartsy people were making it scary!
Sorry, gotta hijack an All-Star Jam to share the following:
I just discovered my new favorite show. Some of you know I’m a big fan of Les Stroud, the Survivorman, and his bug-eating, lean-to-constructing, urine-drinking survival skills. Let me tell you, Les has *nothing* on Chris Evans, former SAS commando, and star of “Special Forces Manhunt,” on the Military Channel. In Chris’ survival challenge show, he has to survive Stroud-fashion *while being chased by a squadron of armed-to-the-teeth former Navy SEALs, SAS paratroopers and Special Forces gonzos.* All this to complete a made-up (but based on reality) tactical goal: go retrieve a weapons cache, then make your way to a helicopter take-out point; or blow up a crashed spy satellite, then catch a ride with the locals down a croc-infested river; sh*t like that. Meanwhile, Chris sets booby traps, bribes the locals, and breaks as many rules as he can get away with. It’s gripping!
But what is it that *really* makes Chris a bigger manly man than Les? Well, here’s the deal: When Les gets in any real danger of bodily harm, he wisely changes course, or, in the direst circumstances, gives up. Not Chris! We see the guy warning us that three days marching through the swamp may give him trench foot, then — voila! — to prove his point, off come the socks, and his feet are grey, gelatinous and covered in oozing sores. Sick! Les warns us in the arctic: “if you sweat, you die.” Chris is being chased by murderous goons through Siberia, and, so, he sweats. He then FILMS HIMSELF DYING OF HYPOTHERMIA. He doesn’t die, quite, but it is painfully, terrifyingly, rivetingly clear that he comes really close — and throughout all of this he’s got this James Bond-ian “the mission comes first” unflappable attitude. Unbelievable!
Don’t get me wrong, I still love the Survivorman, but his show seems like a Richard Attenborough nature special compared to “Special Forces Manhunt”!
Check it out:
http://military.discovery.com/tv-schedules/series.html?paid=52.13228.54581.9014.x
There’s no such thing as “hijacking” an All-Star Jam, my man. Anything goes. Do your own thing. Freestyle!