Friday, November 25, 2005
Black Friday Movie
***The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy***
In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.
You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum.
Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho
If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?
So, the world's gone retail mad today and there's actually some movies worth seeing. I think it'll be John Cusak in Ice Harvest, even though the reviews have been lousy. Or, hold off until the release of next week's Syriana and stay in and dvd "Coffee & Cigarettes".
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My life qualifies as "a cult classic" akin to Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski. Only one of those movies entertained me - go ahead and guess.
...only the film that is the password for ascension to manhood, The Big L.
"Showgirls" was a cult classic? That's a classification algorithm that needs some serious debugging.
"Showgirls" was a cult classic? That's a classification algorithm that needs some serious debugging.
Not only soul mates, but "black soul mates". All we need is 2 more "black comedies" and we can start galivanting around the country with a coul act.
Bleak Mouse, Prosthetics have entered the modern era; it's a woner what they can do for the "pants falling" syndrome so prevalent among us, the "mature" (and subtle) gentleman age group.
The blackface has been outlawed unless, of course, you are Spike Lee, in which case blackface becomes a politically/socially charged oportunity to make another "slap Whitey upside the head" movie. So, we will not go into that dangerous area of theatrical makeup.
Playing the keyboards ranks BIG, especially if the keys you are tickling are those of a Hammond B-3. Since your bleakness does not overshadow your modesty, your self-appointment as frontman is unanimously endorsed. That means the booking dates are also up to you.
The blackface has been outlawed unless, of course, you are Spike Lee, in which case blackface becomes a politically/socially charged oportunity to make another "slap Whitey upside the head" movie. So, we will not go into that dangerous area of theatrical makeup.
Playing the keyboards ranks BIG, especially if the keys you are tickling are those of a Hammond B-3. Since your bleakness does not overshadow your modesty, your self-appointment as frontman is unanimously endorsed. That means the booking dates are also up to you.
Ice Harvest is one of those "rare" movies when all the jokes are already to be seen in the trailer. It is still nice, though.
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