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All Through the House: A DVD Cover Dissection

This man is glaring at his past as a spluttering posho and telling it to shut up. That past is dead, probably of lupus. This is his life now: looking angry all the time, putting people in their place in a croaky American drawl, and just barely dealing with the implausibly complex illnesses of an endless series of ungrateful patients with personal problems even worse than his own. When he’s not doing that he’s appearing on the DVD covers for his TV show, named after himself: House, or as the DVDs themselves insist on calling it, House M.D. (I believe this is to reassure people unfamiliar with the show that this is a medical drama, not a show about a bunch of people all living together with a grumpy disabled man.)

It’s difficult to portray such a conflicted, layered character on a DVD cover, which is why they make little attempt to do so. The covers follow the standard layout (which we’ve seen before), with the main character taking up the bulk of the space, the supporting cast relegated to little thumbnails probably taken from their acting resumés, and everything else a single colour wash which means you can distinguish the various seasons at a glance. If you want to know anything about the show (all news to me really because I don’t watch it), all you have to go on is the photo of the chap in the centre. Let’s see what he’s giving away.

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Everybody Loves Raymond’s Face, Pt. 2

I’m exploring the many DVD covers for the various seasons of the sitcom Everybody Loves Raymond. For covers 1-4, see here. Continue reading

Everybody Loves Raymond’s Face, Pt. 1

Ray Romano in his element

Take a moment to appreciate Ray Romano’s face. It’s so lovable, like a talking cloud or a kitten with fairy wings. He’s got that adorable hangdog look – you couldn’t stay mad at him for more than a few minutes, even if he burst into your house and strangled your children. He looks like your friend’s go-getting dad from school, the one who made all those jokes when you came round, and attended his son’s parties. Ray knows he’s got a friendly, marketable face which everybody loves, which is why he based an entire TV show around it, and plastered it all over the DVD covers.

But never let it be said that he rested on his chummy laurels or took his personable grin for granted, because the cover of each season of Everybody Loves Raymond features a unique pose from Ray, with his head cocked in a variety of directions, pearly whites on display in all sorts of ways, and any number of slightly different blue shirts. This effort should not go unnoticed, which is why I’ve put together this two-part tribute to each cover of the nine seasons of Everybody Loves Raymond. The details differ, but the message beaming out from that large, wholesome face is the same: everything’s basically going to be fine, even if maybe you’re not as universally popular as I am.

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If you don’t like this, you’re a cunt – Pt. 1: Bill Hicks

Welcome to a (potentially) never-ending series of things that are fucking great. There’s no debate about it, these things have gone beyond the realm of opinion and are simply, provably, brilliant. If you don’t know about them, what is wrong with you? What have you been wasting your pathetic life doing exactly? And if you don’t like them, you are the scum of the earth. You aren’t fit to lick out some fucking worn out crackwhore’s stretched-out, dripping-with-piss, pus-filled vagina. Anyway, enjoy!

Number one is Bill Hicks. Simply put, the most brilliantly angry and poignant stand-up the world has ever known. Taken from us prematurely at just 34 years of age, he was all set to be the voice of a generation fed up with the state of the world. From  anti-abortion retards, to the persecution of gays in the military, to the swathes of lazy fucking ignorant mouth-breathing, mall-going, Cops-watching drones who make up the majority of the population, Bill Hicks let them have it and then some. Let’s just thank Christ he didn’t have to live to see the age of reality TV.

What seperated Hicks from his peers was that he channelled his anger into something downright hilarious and yet meaningful at the same time. His was comedy with a message, at the heart of which was a plea to his audience to just think for themselves, to question all the bullshit around them and got-damn do something about it. Even if that something was just to sit back and laugh at it all.