Wednesday, May 5, 2010

5 May 2010

Front and centre: The Sun's war against the TTC has culminated in a furious text-based cover inspired by a classic spaghetti western. Ailing women, confused seniors on buses, dimly lit subway stations with dirty stairs—the TTC is exactly like Sergio Leone's 1966 epic. Remember that scene at the beginning, where Clint Eastwood's Man with No Name boards the Dufferin bus and gets his poncho caught in the door? Chilling.

Top: Patrick Roy's son, Jonathan, is releasing his second album, Found My Way. I have an advance copy, and this thing is clogged with hits. My personal favourites are the propulsive Son of a Goalie, the reggaeton-esque My Dad (Is A Famous Goalie & I Am His Son Now) and the erotic a cappella groove of Imagine (If Patrick Roy Was Your Father, Girls). Also: the Habs have been blanked. Plus: $3.5 million is a wonderful thing for a young woman just starting out in life.

Bottom: The blue car is back, talking gibberish about something called the Theory of Reliability. Yeah, like bluey knows anything about science. He's a creationist.

Summary: Did the Sun lose the memory stick with all the pictures of buses?

** (out of 5)

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