All posts tagged: Office Space

Blu-ray Review: “Extract”

If you play fantasy sports, you know the sports world is filled with talented players who, for whatever reason, never live up to their immense potential — they have so much upside that they’re hard to resist come draft time, but without fail, they end up frustrating their fantasy owners with week after week of unfulfilled promise. I submit that, if there was a fantasy league for writers and/or directors of mainstream Hollywood comedies, Mike Judge would fall into this “draft tease” category. He’s like the Deion Branch of directors. And I think I might be ready to give up on him. Now, don’t get me wrong — as my fellow Seahawks fans know, Deion Branch is a certified fucking bust, and Mike Judge has never made a truly bad film. But I think Judge is just as maddening, because he makes you think he’s going to give you a great movie — and he’s come close in the past — but he never does it. (Shut your mouth about Office Space. I love it …

Exit Music (For a Film): Office Space

In Mike Judge’s 1999 comedy Office Space, its protagonist Peter Gibbons (Ron Livingston) is described by the downsizing consultants as a “straight shooter with upper management written all over him.” It’s a gross misjudgment on the part of the consultants, as Peter’s casual demeanor charmed them much the way that George W. Bush was able to charm almost half the voters of the United States of America the following year. Peter’s boss, the endlessly imitated Bill Lumbergh (Gary Cole), is a lousy manager himself, but he’s driven by enough of a sense of self-preservation to disagree with them, explaining that Peter isn’t the caliber of person they want in upper management, and that “he’s also been having some problems with his TPS reports.” Satire is Mike Judge’s strongest suit, and the disintegration of American society into various facets of stupidity is a topic he confronted more broadly in his following film, Idiocracy (2006). But the focus in Office Space was much sharper, where work life in general was the target, but the workplace managers came …

Bottom Feeders: The Ass End of the ’80s, Part 9

How many of you remember your first music purchase? I have a terrible memory, so I’m not sure if it really was my first purchase ever, but I absolutely remember buying my first CD with my own money. I was eight, the year was 1984, and the unfortunate CD was Culture Club’s Colour by Numbers. (I don’t know what CDs cost back then, but I must have done a lot of chores to be able to afford one at that age.) I say “unfortunate” not because the album was bad — I still enjoy it even today — but because it just becomes the laughingstock of the first-purchase conversation. I could absolutely tell people that it was Def Leppard, Billy Joel, David Bowie — hell, even Ride the Lightning if I wanted to be cool — but I know that at some point I’d tell someone the wrong thing and get called on it and then not only will people laugh at my purchase but they’ll think I’m an asshole for lying about it too. …