Tropic Thunder and "Can it be" by MURS, ludicrous to essential

A few weeks ago a student suggested a movie to me. I got caught up in Amazon, I think, reading and buying books. I forgot about the movie, was reminded, and forgot again.
Today, after cruising through Itunes, looking to redeem my gift card on something mind-zapping or sappy, I found myself looking through the rental list. "Seen it. Seen it. Don't want to see it. Seen it," was the internal monologue. And then I came across Tropic Thunder. I figured why not.
Seeing Tropic Thunder was a treat. I enjoyed the Hollywood critique. A dear friend is immersed in that world now and I found myself chuckling a great deal at that. I kind of wish I had bought the film so I could watch it a few more times.

Now, let's go to MURS. So, in addition to being in a film consumption frenzy (I also watched Priceless and Idiocracy today; the first was another film where Audrey Tatou shines. The second was trite, and that's being nice although I did enjoy that the interracial couple at the end. Of course, why is it that they never kiss in the movie, huh?), I found myself in the mood to watch music videos. I now own over 30 music videos. Murs just happened to be on the "emerging artist" list on Itunes. Small world. I've been hearing about his music for a good while now. A friend was in a video for him I learned this past summer. Again, small world.
I have to say, while listening to the song and watching the video, I had an "I believe in Hip Hop" moment. Sometimes, I listen to songs on the radio, and I wonder. When Nas said that Hip hop was dead, I didn't totally agree. I considered it in critical condition.
Going home to Philly, one of the first things I do is turn on the car radio to listen to the new music. For Christmas, I flew into Newark; it was just cheaper. My mom was kind enough to pick me up, and, when I left, give me a ride back up there. For those of you not in the know, that's about a two hour ride, more in traffic. For those two hours, I cruised the stations. I couldn't rest very long on any of them, because there was such a lack of good music. I'm not saying I need Stevie or Luther or Patti or Tribe or India or Aerosmith or Nas or or Common or Mos or Lauryn or Prince or Talib or D'Angelo or Angie (etc) all the time. They and so many others are geniuses, but I do want to hear something with good lyrics and a solid melody. Who said that talking about the grinding on the dance floor or how much money one has is great in every song? I'm not trying to stifle anyone's creativity, but where is the originality?
With Murs, it was different. I dug that the song talked about choice, action, thought. I heard a while ago that the album was out. Guess, I'm going to have to see about buying that. I may finally have an artist I'd like to support.