This one is a brain teaser, I think. On this one I have to remind you that famous pairs are always connected by “and,” because there are other possible sayings and cliches that could apply to this equally well.
Category: Entertainment
Start off with an easy one as a warm-up
I think we all know that The Magical Mystery Turd was inspired by a Beatles classic.
“Was Bob Saget murdered with a baseball bat?”
The cause of comedian Bob Saget’s death was blunt force trauma to the head and then he likely lay down to sleep and died of bleeding on the brain.
I’m pretty sure I’ve found the culprit. Here’s his mug shot:
It’s hard for me to imagine anybody killing Bob Saget. It seemed to me that everyone loved that dude. But how long before Alex Jones accuses the Clintons?
This is the last one left unsolved, and I thought it would be the easiest. It’s too literal. If you know who they are, the answer is obvious. In fact, you can almost certainly guess correctly even if you only know the guy on the left. I guess the two people pictured were too obscure to make it as easy as I expected.
For my fellow movie geeks …
How does this relate to this year’s Oscar nominations?
This one had joy, it had fun …
OK, I admit it. This one is just dumb. (And I love it.)
Now this is more like the ones I like! Obscure references combined with groaners.
Last week Fred Campson solved all of these as fast as I could post them. Fred is obviously a genius at this sort of pop culture word play. Can anyone get the answer before he does?
We’re off to the Campson Races. (Doo-dah, doo-dah.)
P.J. has written many wise and wonderful things over the years, I suppose. I don’t really know because I have not read most of them. My ignorance of his past 45 years notwithstanding, I would gladly present his case for a spot in heaven. I wouldn’t even need to say a word. I’d just hand ol’ St. Pete a copy of this.
I say they settle this rivalry the way all celebrity feuds should be settled
1. Pete and Ye both have to go off their medications.
2. Thunderdome!
… as the producers strive to push those ratings even lower. Next year’s show will be on cable access, and I don’t mean to jinx the negotiations, but I can now reveal that they have asked me to host if I agree to do a sex change.
I should ask them to validate my parking, right?
Until he died I had never given much thought to how much pleasure this man brought to my life. If I can think of a comedy I loved, he probably hand a hand in it somewhere, as producer or director or both. He wasn’t as good at picking winners among serious movies, but he made up for that by filling them with some of the greatest nudity in history: e.g. Amanda Seyfried in Chloe and Heather Graham in Killing Me Softly.
Trivia: he was born in Czechoslovakia and his mother was a holocaust survivor.
Brainscan’s comments:
This is an Ed Wood masterpiece he called Nympho Cycler. Long ago, someone decided Plan 9 from Outer Space was the worst movie ever made, but lots of folks pointed out it wasn’t even the worst movie Ed Wood ever made. Nympho Cycler is … if for no other reason than you have to endure the sight of Ed dressed in drag. My sense of things is he started out the movie (sic) with the intention of making things drive-in appropriate but convinced himself along the way the bigger market was in grind houses, on the edge of porno. Nympho Cycler crosses the edge in two places.
Casey Lorraine (aka Casey Larrain) is in every scene. She is married to Ed Wood’s character, and lolls around in a hot tub for a while with him,
but when he arranges for her to do an explicit photo session, complete with male model whose member is, shall we say, very attentive to the proceedings (details of that attention not pictured)
and berates her for being a poor photo model,
she hops on her motorcycle and heads off in search of better companions.
Casey quickly finds a couple of gals (played by Donna Stanley and Lynn Harris). The scene with Donna and Lynn could have been worthy of considerable time and effort, but it is so chaotically shot – not just frenetic but frantic – that I found very little to capture …
… in a scene with three very attractive women who would have been happy to show us what they got. Such a shame.
Then Casey gets back on her bike and finds a new guy (scene 4) for an outdoor nooner.
The two of them get together with a bunch of other biker guys and gals in an orgy lighted only by a bonfire.
And again, the scene is shot with all the cinematic skill of a hyperactive 4-year-old with his mother’s new iPhone. The orgy starts off with naked dancing by Casey and four women credited with names such as Sherry Duz and Mary Wood, and evolves, or rather mutates, into a hardcore scene between unnamed parties, which no one wants to see, so I left it on the cutting room floor.
Okay, fine – so far a real shit-stain of a movie, but what happens in the last 20 minutes makes it the very worst (THE. VERY. WORST.) movie ever made. Casey and her new boy go into town, he gets beaten to a pulp by three guys (you see only one, but Casey’s voice-over assures us it was three and tells us they were hired by her husband to teach the guy a lesson). One of the three then has his way with her.
At the end of that crap, Casey is back with her savagely beaten boyfriend, in a jump-cut that offers no explanation of his health and recovery from the assault because he looks none the worse for the wear. They walk and walk and walk – what is this, Lord of the Rings? – before he gets on a train to leave her behind (why in the world?) as the camera stays on the wheels of the departing train for a good three minutes. I kid you not. The End.
I blame the screenwriter – that would be Ed Wood. I blame the director – Ed Wood again. I blame the male lead – yup, that’s Ed. This movie stinks and Ed is the stinkee. You could take all the movies made in the last decade, single out the moments of gross incompetence, stitch all those together and have a much better movie than Nympho Cycler. Any colonoscopy would be better. It’s only saving grace is the reason I captured it in the first place, and that is Casey Lorraine, but how bad does a movie have to be that some 15 minutes of her nekkid as a jaybird fails to make it interesting? I ask you.
Heading into the weekend, here is hoping you enjoy the most American of all national holidays (Super Bowl Sunday).
Scoop’s notes: Brainscan’s film clips from this forgotten treasure, truly alongside Michelangelo’s David as one of the great artistic achievements in mankind’s stay on this big blue marble, will be in the Sunday Fun House (member’s version).
“Blonde” stars Ana de Armas as MM.
The filmmaker confirmed to ScreenDaily his intention to make an NC-17 movie, and he called all the reactive hoopla to the rating “a bunch of horseshit. It’s a demanding movie. If the audience doesn’t like it, that’s the fucking audience’s problem. It’s not running for public office.”