Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Here’s a theory. Suppose the day the Empire of Japan surrendered thereby bringing World War II to an end, you were given a thousand dollars to invest. Every year since then, you form your investment plan according to the Oscars.
I think you’d be very, very far ahead if you were to buy securities in the years in which the Oscar-winning movies had lots of tits & car explosions. And if you were to roll it all over into cash, in the years in which the Oscar-winning movies were highly deficient in tits & car explosions, again, you’d be very far ahead.
Bullitt got an Oscar. The Godfather got three Oscars. Lots of tits & car explosions.
Raiders of the Lost Ark did even better, with 4 Oscars. Reagan was in his first year, so if you invested in our economy in that year you would have done very well. Especially if your investment was Microsoft. Of course, being built for little kids, Raiders didn’t have any actual tits. But it did have an exploding truck, and lots of other yummy violence. It was good clean fun built for rug rats who would later grow up into hairy-chested, beer-swilling, meat-eating men like me.
Tonight, I don’t think anything that wins is going to have any tits or car explosions whatsoever. I’m hoping True Grit manages to nab something, and it doesn’t have either one. And in 2011, what’s the sensible investor doing? Heh heh heh…think of greenbacks stuck under mattresses where they’ll never be found.
Long term, we don’t have anything to worry about. When we’re making movies with tits & car explosions again, the economy will come around.
Update: For other reasons, Facebook friend Melissa Clouthier opines that the festivities suck. From what I saw, I would guess that “The Kings Speech” deserved a lot of the gold that it got…I’m not similarly convinced on “The Social Network,” that looks like a name-recognition thing to me. Both of these are guarded opinions as I’ve not yet seen either film. I did see True Grit, and I’m surprised it got frozen out. Also saw Inception, which I’ll rate as a “meh.” Maybe good enough to buy, but not at full price, I’ll wait until it’s down in the ten dollar range. Which could take quite awhile.
I have yet to glean so much as a shred of evidence that there are any tits or car explosions in any one of those four. Which, all by itself, suggests we are in a cultural abyss. And, that we aren’t willing to do what it takes for the economy to do better.
It’s just like the hemline theory involving short skirts and the stock market. How does the rule go about correlation and causation…let’s see if I can do it from memory…
If A correlates with B, then
1. A causes B;
2. B causes A;
3. There is an unseen C which causes both A and B;
4. Or, it could be just coinkeedink.
If the truth lies behind option #1, then we can lessen the pain considerably by shortening those skirts, and awarding more Oscars to movies with tits & car explosions in them. If the truth is behind #2 #3 or #4, then we can find out more about my theory by gathering some more data…which means it’s to our advantage to do these things anyway.
Personally, I think it’s #3. There is an unseen C, which is our readiness and willingness to do things that are fun. How much do we want to live our lives, without guilt. We live in guilty times right now, we manage lives that are ruled by the manufactured single word “s’poseda.” Or, to be more precise about it, that other manufactured single word “not’s’poseda.” Men are not’s’poseda appreciate nice looking women…at least not too much. Movies are not supposed to have loud explosions in them that gratify grown men, no, they’re supposed to have loud explosions in them that gratify children below the age of fifteen. Which are different explosions. Oh yes, they are.
We’re not making any money, because we’re not’s’poseda. The very gas we expel from our lungs several times a minute in order to stay alive, is supposed to be toxic to the planet. Our very existence is damaging, so goes the prevailing know-how, and we’re not doing anything to redeem ourselves of this, nor can we. So we live life like guilty thieves. Like craven rats, scavenging what we can to stay alive. We may ensconce ourselves into a lofty standard of living by doing so, but if we don’t feel good about doing it, we’re not going to create and maintain a vibrant economy.
And our movies, by and large, are going to suck. Along with our award ceremonies.
We need more movies with tits & car explosions. Stat.
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