I think 200,000 people squished into a small town without the facilities to handle them will all use the two minutes of darkness to have a pee.
I think 200,000 people squished into a small town without the facilities to handle them will all use the two minutes of darkness to have a pee.
"Are you talking to the little square heads again?"
No, it wouldn't really be that bad. We'd just call it terrible because that's the way we talk here. The sequel would mostly just be forgettable.
Imagine if Star Wars had not been a blockbuster, that it had merely made back its budget and disappeared, as it seems people at the time were expecting. No sequels, no merchandising. It would be kind of neat today for it to be this little oddball from one of the American auteurs of the 1970s. A strange action…
I'm sorry! I do have a 70s celebrity cookbook but Eggs Dirk is not in there! The phrase popped into my head while I was typing and it seemed too good to waste. Its so easy to imagine Dirk Benedict working a pan of breakfast eggs while chomping on a cigar.
Yes to the Church cookbook! Mine is similar, passed down through the generations. I love the inexplicable instructions! One day I hope to make Flora's Famous Bubble and Squeak, but first I have to find wormroot and figure out how much of it equals a "scrunch."
So pea soup on Thursday, tacopaj on Friday, and candy on Saturday.
I love Sunrise, I've never been so overwhelmed by a movie! But the husband is supposed to drown at the end! He dies in the original story (which I did not know about when I saw the movie) but for whatever misguided reason, Murnau decided to change this. My theory is that he thought an American audience expected…
Yeah! The ostensible heroes in monster movies are a sad bunch. Whoever is playing Jonathan Harker is always a measly alternative to Dracula. Does anyone care if Ann Darrow and Jack Driscoll get together at the end of King Kong? The evil halves of Dr. Jekyll and the Wolfman are way more interesting than their boring…
I'm continuing the routine of splitting my two weekly movies between Ray Harryhausen and Pasolini. This week it was The Canterbury Tales on Monday and It Came From Beneath the Sea tonight. These movies are both loaded with stuff to discuss, I hope someone has seen either of them recently! Beneath the Sea is on my…
I know what you mean! I would always rather come across a big fresh heap of bear poop than a clearing filled with empty turpentine bottles. Bears are predictable, people are not.
They probably just needed you to sign for the strychnine.
I was joking about the first part! In actuality I spent the morning of that day preparing a casserole which I then brought to the badger as an invited guest on a pleasant forest walk with some extraordinarily well behaved stoats.
I was tired of the riverbank! A rat filled my head with dreams of adventure!
I spend most of my free time traipsing around the forest, I don't need to hear about this!
Thanks, Exexalien! I think our thread was sort of winding down though, but I'm always up for chatting! The one thing I do like about Diskwiss is that its possible to goose someone with a reply so the little speech balloon thing turns red. But maybe Kinja won't be so bad? I sort of wish AVC would just do the switch…
I cringe at servile behaviour! I always hope wait staff will be a bit rude because then I don't feel as bad about them fetching my dinner. But it is true that the petite bourgeoisie does actually seem to enjoy bossing people around. I agree there would be ape butlers were it possible. I'd never step outside again…
I'm going through these at about one a year and I recently finished Conquest. I can sort of get the logic of apes replacing cats and dogs as pets, but I can't follow it through to them then becoming butlers! The amount of armed police necessary to keep those ape butlers shuffling around with their trays of margaritas…
I'm not surprised that Zach Galifianakis isn't smelly. His scruffiness seems to be highly controlled, like those seemingly overgrown gardens that are in fact landscaped to appear that way.
I spent most of Vadim's Spirits of the Dead story in a half cringe, anticipating with growing terror the possibility that Jane and Peter Fonda were actually going to start making out. They came pretty close as I recall!