Recently, one of the sites I use implemented some security measures that meant I had to provide the answer to a secret question. Rather than rely on town I was born, or my mother's maiden name, the new questions covered things I just couldn't answer (Sister's name? Don't have one. Favorite sports team? Don't have one. Favorite pet's name? Don't have one) Which meant the only question I could physically answer “What is your favorite movie?”.
Now, that is also a question I hate to answer - how to pick just one and stick to it? But reluctantly, I chose Fight Club, which is certainly ONE of my favorites. So it's interesting to hear that Bollywood will be remaking it, not as a shot-for-shot copy, but as a musical.
For those who remember the Trailer Park competition entry that recut West Side Story to look like a horror film, I guess this is the bizarro version.
UPDATE: Someone must have read my mind as no sooner do I post this, than Boing Boing features this trailer of Fight Club, recut as a musical comedy.
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I've been doing a lot of thinking over the weekend, and a lot of alcohol, plus a few other pharmaceutical additions.
I've also added Pink Floyd to the mix, especially "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" from their 1973 opus 'Wish you Were Here' album. (I can still say album because I remember borrowing my brother's and all the stickers falling out from the sleeves.)
There have been hints at insanity; maybe I'm really having a psychotic break when I read WAY too much into it when I read a paperback copy of "The Making of 2001"; most off all, I have been wasting my time indulging my ego-stroking online as well as in front of others instead of looking at the bigger picture of how other perceive how big a dick I am or can be.
But this - this news of a musical, a MUSICAL, based on one of the better films in the last 10 years - just reinforces the reasoning I came to over the weekend of partying/self-examinating.
This world is doomed to be chopped into two very unreal extremes:
One will be one world in which it will be all pink and fuzzy, and gayness and obesity and interracial relationships and hardcore liberalism will be at it's center. It's society will be free, and happy, and it will collapse into itself because of the lack of real rules governing it's goals.
The other side will be tolatarian, and rigid, and severe, and cold, and shades of blue and black will rule the daylight. Mommies and daddies will be happily repressed, and lawns will be cut and taxes will be on time, and there will be no more Welfare or abortion clinics, because everyone will be happy because the State tells them to, and this soceity will impode as well because of the too many rules and one too many bodies of government wrapped up into one that will be too busy securing it's "freedoms" to remember individuality endures, no matter how many laws and edicts are enburdened on them.
I prefer to blow my brains out if I had to choose. I need a happy balance of both, just as a cokehead needs a little whiskey to cut the edge off after blowing an eight-ball.
Musicals made from mania? Super Bowl songs that are 40 years-old (sang by 60 year-old men) bleeped? Sharon Stone still has a CAREER?
I'll take the gun on the bottom right - no, not the Glock, the Browning. 13 in the clip, one in the pipe. A .45 round in the mouth will be better than our world's rosepetals opening, revealing Rosie O'Donnell on trial for doublespeak, and reruns of SpongeBob Squarepants to be re-edited and enhanced for "family content."
All sponsored by Disney, the happiest place on Earth.
All of Earth.
I gotta tell you Johnny, your comments are probably the most thought provoking pieces to read on this site lately. You should start your own blog, my friend, you'd become a Maddox-like legend.
That whole dance off thing on the trailer just disturbs me. In a funny way, of course.
oh, p.s. Thanks, Scara. I've always thought that since I've found this site, my hateful/borderline-retarded/"deep"/written-whilst-high, or drunk, or both/smug/hopefully-somewhat-helpful writing here has been some of my best - or worst - depending on whom you may ask.
But, as I must paraphrase a wise sage, Anna Scott, who once said, "One day, not long from now, my writing will go, they will discover I can't write, and I will become some sad middle-aged man who sounds a bit like someone who was quasi-famous for awhile."
Wished I'd kept a record of everything I wrote here. Now THAT thread would probably be scary, and odd, and full of fiery anger, and downright intresting - in my mind, anyway.
Next time I'm in NYC (soon, soon, maybe in April) I'm buying lunch for ALL you poor bastards there, and then we're gonna get bagged at some fine dive somewhere.
I'll regale you with tales that will either be true or not, and then as someone stares blindly at the enormous bill, I will slink off into the rapidly approaching night. Or maybe I'll pay that, too.
'EVERYTHING in this life is tax-deductable.' - I have two Jewish lawyers who constantly tell me this (as they put their kneepads on to approach me), as they do mine, so let's drink up!
Thought you didn't drink?
Wagons are made for falling off.
Bush is good, and we must support our president.
See how those two sentences could scare anyone?
I had a Slip & Slide built into my wagon.