I’ve got an idea for television’s next comedy sensation: Quirky, attractive, primarily white singles kind of struggling — but more often drinking — in New York (read: Manhattan or Brooklyn, NOT the Bronx). Now, if this sounds like every sitcom or comedy-drama ever made, that’s because it is. The image of the college-educated, 20-something trying to “make it” in New York is so ingrained in the American psyche that it has basically become the definition of what it means to be in your 20s.
That there is healing power in art and song is probably not news to anyone. And it’s pointed out several times over the half hour. But “Song of Parkland” is more than that: It’s an ode to everything that’s special about high school drama programs, those joyful, formative, underfunded spaces.
As Sora stacks ability after ability to his roster, the screen becomes a flurry of rainbow chaos, causing your brain to panic, but your eyes to smile. Destroying an entire mob of monsters by riding a glowing merry go round is what I’m talking about when I say it’s better to not question “Kingdom Hearts III.”
They explain how much of Deion’s life centered around travel. We see Primetime shuttled around cities in everything from helicopters to limos. But most importantly, just as he was back then, he does not seem intimidated for a moment as he plops down on a chair to explain his life.