Stolen Notions
It's been so long since I've posted. I could trot out the usual excuses* for not posting but you, select reader, you deserve the truth: apathy. I have nary an idea to speak of, and no interest in typing until an idea occurs. However, under gentle pressure from my spousal unit, I am about to post, no wait, I am now in the process of posting, but you can't see it yet, but when you do, I will have posted.**
There is someone outside on the street talking to himself. Maybe he is on the phone. It is a bit late for phone calls. He should be in bed.
In any event. I have had to steal an idea from one who alleges to suffer some epic form of creative constipation, and he stole this idea, I don't know, from the skinny kid at school. Or maybe the subject was suggested to him. Like that. Name your ten favourite movie characters.
I haven't asked about the qualifications. Favourite likely does not mean the characters with the finest attributes. That list would contain three names: Jesus, Gandhi, and that cute little pig who talked. Not Wilbur, the other one. Also, these are all characters from movies I enjoy greatly.
Character Numero One: Jack Carter from Get Carter.
I could name many a Michael Caine role herein. He has been in 50% of all movies ever made.
No. Part Deux: Popeye Doyle from the French Connection.
He just wants to help. Gene Hackman has been in 50% of all movies ever made. Minute overlap with Mr. Caine.
Trois: Danny from Withnail & I.
He just wants to help. I am attracted to enablers.
Four, Five: Terry and Dean from Fubar.
Spreading the Deaner around one nut at a time.
Six: Uwe, from Enlightenment Guaranteed
This movie is very similar in theme and content to Fubar.
Seven: Grandpa, from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Were it not for the fact that the kids love this movie, I could not inform you, dear reader, of my love for Grandpa, the clearly insane ex-soldier who is likely the only male (real or imagined) who complains more than I do - except for the part of the movie where he is kidnapped by the Vulgarians and is transported to that child-hating nation via a blimp while situated in what appears to be an outhouse, at which point he breaks into song: Oh the posh posh life/It is the life for me...
I am too lazy to find the video so here is something else which I love much less.
Eight: The Hanson Brothers, Slap Shot. Arguably 8-10. I don't care. Resistance is futile.
Neuf: Hrundi V. Bakshi of The Party. Inappropriate. I don't care. I love the invisible accompaniment.
Ten: Derek, from Bad Taste. I am no big fan of Peter Jackson the director; but of Peter Jackson, actor/director/writer/blonde alien, I am. He also plays the alien in the opening scene, some type of Platinum Blonde refugee. Anthony Hopkins, eat your brains out.
p-man out
* holistic detective work, anadromous salmon, penile occlusion
** why does it take me 1.5 weeks to write a post this boring? You don't have to answer that. Please don't, in fact.
There is someone outside on the street talking to himself. Maybe he is on the phone. It is a bit late for phone calls. He should be in bed.
In any event. I have had to steal an idea from one who alleges to suffer some epic form of creative constipation, and he stole this idea, I don't know, from the skinny kid at school. Or maybe the subject was suggested to him. Like that. Name your ten favourite movie characters.
I haven't asked about the qualifications. Favourite likely does not mean the characters with the finest attributes. That list would contain three names: Jesus, Gandhi, and that cute little pig who talked. Not Wilbur, the other one. Also, these are all characters from movies I enjoy greatly.
Character Numero One: Jack Carter from Get Carter.
I could name many a Michael Caine role herein. He has been in 50% of all movies ever made.
No. Part Deux: Popeye Doyle from the French Connection.
He just wants to help. Gene Hackman has been in 50% of all movies ever made. Minute overlap with Mr. Caine.
Trois: Danny from Withnail & I.
He just wants to help. I am attracted to enablers.
Four, Five: Terry and Dean from Fubar.
Spreading the Deaner around one nut at a time.
Six: Uwe, from Enlightenment Guaranteed
This movie is very similar in theme and content to Fubar.
Seven: Grandpa, from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Were it not for the fact that the kids love this movie, I could not inform you, dear reader, of my love for Grandpa, the clearly insane ex-soldier who is likely the only male (real or imagined) who complains more than I do - except for the part of the movie where he is kidnapped by the Vulgarians and is transported to that child-hating nation via a blimp while situated in what appears to be an outhouse, at which point he breaks into song: Oh the posh posh life/It is the life for me...
I am too lazy to find the video so here is something else which I love much less.
Eight: The Hanson Brothers, Slap Shot. Arguably 8-10. I don't care. Resistance is futile.
Neuf: Hrundi V. Bakshi of The Party. Inappropriate. I don't care. I love the invisible accompaniment.
Ten: Derek, from Bad Taste. I am no big fan of Peter Jackson the director; but of Peter Jackson, actor/director/writer/blonde alien, I am. He also plays the alien in the opening scene, some type of Platinum Blonde refugee. Anthony Hopkins, eat your brains out.
p-man out
* holistic detective work, anadromous salmon, penile occlusion
** why does it take me 1.5 weeks to write a post this boring? You don't have to answer that. Please don't, in fact.
Labels: movie time
posted by p-man at 11:09 p.m.
1 Comments:
P-Man, I do love your lists. Always interesting. And a Bad Taste reference...NICE.
Post a Comment
<< Home