In which I find respite on LOGO—again

I don’t pretend to have good taste. I have standards, but these can seem arbitrarily-determined to outsiders. Basically, I like what I like, and it isn’t more or less complicated than that.

When I am sick, my standards for what I will watch on TV get very low. I am too embarrassed to tell the internet everything I watched on Sunday, but I do want to talk about this movie that I watched on LOGO. It’s called Prey For Rock & Roll, and it is bad in precisely the way I love when I am sick.

For one thing, there were only actors I recognized from other things so I didn’t have to bother to learn new faces. There was Gina Gershon (from Bound, duh!). There was Drea de Matteo (whom we shall pretend I remember from The Sopranos rather than from Joey). There was Marc Blucas (who played Riley on BtVS). There was Shelley Cole (who went to high school with Rory Gilmore) and there was Lori Petty (who was Kit in A League of Their Own).

Secondly, the movie is basically about fucked up people who stop just short of being irredeemable, and these particular fucked up people happened to be in a rock band. Movies about wannabe rock stars are generally dumb, and while this movie is really no exception, it slides by my standards because a) the wannabes in question are all women (including a couple lesbians!) and b) the songs are epically awful. Seriously, you cannot imagine how terrible these songs are. There is one about rape that goes something like “Every six minutes, a woman says no/ And every six minutes, she is ignored.” But, really, you have to hear Gina Gershon sing it.

See what I mean? Is it possible that rape is not an appropriate subject matter for songs?

Despite the over-the-top drama, the preciously tragic plot points, and Gershon’s narration, I liked Prey for Rock & Roll. Maybe I’m a sucker for a chick flick, as long as the flick is about the chicks and not just marketed to them. It helps a lot that the actors are so likable, particularly Gina Gershon and Drea de Matteo. Both of these women play convincing badasses in that way that keeps your eyes glued to the screen. That the plot doesn’t require very much intellectual investment makes this the perfect movie to watch when you’ve got a cold on a chilly November Sunday afternoon.