Oh, Richard Gere.

Until this morning, I had completely forgotten about the monstrosity of a film entitled American Gigolo, starring none other than Richard Gere. In case you haven't had the delight of viewing this particular film, I'll give you the "tagline," courtesy of IMDB.com: "He's the highest paid lover in Beverly Hills. He leaves women feeling more alive than they've ever felt before. Except one." All I can say to that is: BEAT. For some strange reason, I cannot fathom Richard Gere, or any character played by him, leaving me "feeling more alive than I have ever felt before." However, what is indescribably more beat is how the two hours of my life that I spent viewing this film, which I had, up until this morning, repressed, resurfaced as I drove to my job interview this morning. I was listening to Bob FM, which, for those of you who either haven't heard of it or don't live in Pittsburgh, replaced WRRK, which was a rather awesome classic rock station. Bob FM's claim to fame is that they will play anything. Which is apparently true. Anyway, the announcer said, "And next up, we have Blondie's 'Call Me,' the theme from American Gigolo." And that's when it hit me like a ton of bricks. The most awesomely heinous thing about American Gigolo was its total exploitation of "Call Me." If you've seen the movie, you'll know what I'm talking about. If not, watch it, and pay attention only to the music. The only song in the movie is "Call Me." But it gets better. Just to keep the audience from getting bored, we get variations of "Call Me". There's an intense "Call Me" for intense moments, a sad "Call Me" for sad moments, etc. etc. Apparently they couldn't get the rights to any other songs, and they couldn't find anybody to compose original music for the film, so they just had to do what they could with "Call Me." Trust me, rent it, watch it, it will make you want to die and roll on the floor laughing all at the same time. That's all for now.