Although I'm often disparaging of aging old school fans, I have to admit that it holds an appeal for me. Maybe all my anger over their nostalgia is simply me being bitter that I never got to live in a time (or neighborhood) where I could regularly walk by cipher's, breaking circles, and the like.

While it seems like we might still live in that time, if I would just boogie over to another country. Last night a friend and I checked out Planet B-Boy, a movie I enjoyed the hell out of. It follows five teams--two from South Korea, one from the States, one from France, and one from Japan, as they prepared for the Battle of the Year competition in Germany. There's a lot of good dancing and reflections on the international appeal of hip-hop and then there is more awesome dancing. Plus good characterization, long-standing country rivalries, and even more awesome dancing. If it happens to be playing anywhere you are go see it.

I found out I didn't make it into this fancy-schmancy poetry seminar last week so I skipped class to eat ice cream and watch Rize (LaChapelle, 1995) on Google Video. Inform that information with the data that Singin in the Rain (Donen and Kelly, 1952) is my all-time favorite movie and you probably know what I'm excited for this weekend.

No? Still in the dark? Need a hint? Guh, fiiiiiiiine...

Psh, duh! Step Up 2: THE STREETS (Chu, 2008), ya dummy! It's not where you're from, it's where you're at!!!

Tell ya all about it tomorrow. Swearz.