I love the Mr. Buckingham theme song. It's a shame Chevy Chase passed away. So young, so much promise. Wait a minute....he's...he's...He's Alive???!!! Just kidding, I love ya Chevy (ya commie).One thing's for sure: Chevy Chase's fame lasted longer than any of Christie Brinkley's marriages. And, for the record,the Audrey in this picture was the hottest of all the Audrey's. OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh ! Oh, Cousin Eddie's my hero.
I don't know, something about Lorna Luft or Germany or love. Where did they get the WMDs? And I could swear she says "Cap'n Kirk" at one point. The English version is abominable. I love you, Nena. Are you married? You are. Fuck you, then.
The late, great Johnny Horton. Wow, what a production-with cannons, no less. The make-believe battle almost upstages the legendary balladeer, but he cheerily fights back. Unreal! Hey, was this recorded in heaven?
I wanna live here!!! From the last great film musical (FUCK "CHICAGO") I had a crush on Audrey. Now you know. And......whatever happened to Rick Moranis?
Can I get an amen! Probably the coolest mofo to be a WWF wrestling manager.Well, besides Mr. Fuji. Soul flamboyance ne plus ultra. You always expected him to switch out a blade and pretty up a sucka, but he kept his composure and flashed that china. He walked with a cane and didn't need one, for cryin' out loud. Hey, Slick (for you squares: Mr. Kennith Johnson), wherever you are, we gotta get together soon. The fried chicken's on me, brother. Peace.
This. Or, for that matter, any day. Caught this at the late Cineplex-Odeon TRIPLEX by the Garden State Plaza for my seventh birthday, still regarded as a red-letter day in my life. Very under-rated and almost forgotten. Nevertheless, there's a cult for this incredible motion picture and I'm among its members. Dark in tone, but's kid pics aren't supposed to be totally inoffensive and sweet. Of course, it's inferior to "The Wizard of Oz," yet there's no comparison between this emerald and 3/4's of the feces being churned out for the kiddies today. The Gnome King is one of cinema's scariest villains; when this stop-motion mother arrived on the screen, I turned to stone.
The Man, The Hair, The Jacket, and...THE CONDUCTOR
Too much? Aw, baby, it's never enough! Man, what a smooth lion. That conductor's past Neptune, check it out. I bet even the sound of Barry White vomiting was enough to make yer toes curl. More rockets were launched and more gongs were banged to his music than any other tenor's. An inspiration to us all. That reminds me: I gotta go buy condoms.
What's with the slight Italian accent in the announcer's voice? He's just ready to sing "O Sole Mio." I Say, give Chef Boyardee the Chair and let the Hamburger Helper Hand pull the switch. Mama Mia! That's a nasty meat-a-ball!
Isn't this some sort of sexual harassment? Yes, MY SORT! Yes, it's ABBA, those lovable bubblegum campers from Scantily-Navia, land of little meatballs, fjords, philosophical inquiry, and stark black-and-white photography.
So fake. Bigfoot's supposed to have huge-ass tires and leap over buses. Oh, you mean THAT Bigfoot! Geez, he just went to buy some toilet paper for his bear-friends in the woods. Still, the Patterson footage remains potent and eerie and-DUN,DUN,DUN-the real deal. Ain't I funny?
One more reason to quit smoking. I still loved her balls and her claws, though. Why does she appear to be on the verge of stripping here. Even when she lost it, Bette was convinced she still had it, no matter what the facts announced. You have to admire a dame who won't let her ceaselessly spreading wrinkles preclude the progress of her prowl. (No wonder she liked Madonna.) Here's proof. Is she hot to trot for Andy Williams, or what? P.S. Joan was the better actress. P.P.S. She was, you bitches!
Still livid over "Superman Returns." Everyone and their Aunt Tilly knows full well that the greatest superhero movies ever put into the can were "Superman" and "Superman II" (hopefully, the Donner cut will premiere this century). Goin' in the theater, fifteen dollars less, I knew "Superman Returns" wouldn't top those classics; however, yours truly expected the sequel/remake/whatever to be, at the very least, palatable. But like so much of the commercial swill being foisted upon the masses these days, it was all dressed up, nowhere to go. Phooey on today's superhero/superheroine/super team flicks (well, I did like "Batman Begins"), I'm lovin' the Turkish "Superman", entitled "Supermen Dönüyor." It may be awful but it still rules, copyright laws be damned. It's strange shit, no doubt. But if you're gonna make shit, make fun shit. This sweet oddity is so much warmer and more entertaining than most of today's slick, CGI-infested, dunderheaded event pictures. This was made for a sliver of a fraction of the new "Superman's" budget, yet it is chock full of campy, off-the-wall, "what da hell?" charm, even though I don't know what the fuck they're saying. Wheeeeeeee!
"I SCREW 'EM ALL!!!" What a blasted orgy! The Sixties have come and gone, compadres, yet these outtakes-HOORAY!-have somehow made it for a new generation to discover. Worth the trip, if only to here Jack Benny proclaim, "You bet my sweet ass!" Were they on something, these folks. Seems so. And poor Goldie, whatever happened to her. Oh, right, AGE! And anybody, just anybody wanted on this show, even Nixon for some reason. I wonder if ever knew most of the people on the show hated his commie-eating guts. Enjoy!
