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".

Comments:
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.
 
I am a "black comedy," too. It would seem, Darko, that we are soulmates, or inmates.

Last one to the asylum has to do a solemn and pretentious documentary on "Showgirls: An American Masterpiece" for the AFI.

Kzitr!
 
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.
 
I'm in.
 
Okay, I'm not sure how this blackface thing of yours will go over in this day and age, but I play keyboards and can use the money.

I have an old copy of "Superfly" I can watch for refresher tips on fashion, street intimidation, and strutting.

But I can't do the pointy-fingers "Yo!" thing, and when I wear my pants that low, they fall down, so somebody else will have to front the combo.

Although I would ordinarily be the natural choice.
 
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.
 
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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