MR: Okay, dudes, I've been following The Jayhawks for years, and it never ceases to amaze me; you can't really be categorized though it's obvious yet you do have influences.
Hundreds of girls and dudes (okay, mostly dudes) who back home might get the piss ripped out of them for loving an intricate space game that demands entire lifetimes of play to get anywhere worthwhile.
He or she also mentions that the model must "like to get their socks/feet worshipped" and "needs to be okay with another dude smelling your socks".
Okay, so this dude is driving at 70mph and doing all the 70mph stuff you have to do in a car to keep going 70mph – looking at the road, for example, and gently tilting the wheel, and hammering the pedals.
Many a substance-inspired 4am bar conversation has proceeded along the lines of "DUDE, okay, imagine if we took, like, the sonic guitar sound of Sonic Youth, and combined it with like the totally synthy synths of Giorgio Moroder and then had, like… Azealia Banks on vocals?
So a film about some an old dude – okay, not that old, but a few years up on gamers who've not seen a halfway decent Sonic game come out since they've been of legal drinking age – doing just that doesn't exactly make for an exciting elevator pitch.
But in a way, I'm okay with it because, DUDE, I am holding my own.
First, he lets his "paramour" Ellaria Sand pick out a lady of her liking (a man who accepts his woman's sexuality? Okay, we like this dude).
Okay, but what about that metaphor, dude?
Murphy created Burt as "a working-class dude who's not okay with his son being gay, a guy who's having a tough time".
