I am not quite sure of these are funny or not. I did laugh and I find them curious enough to post them. I must say that I have always found the skits produced by Greg Benson and his wife at MediocreFilms to be quite funny indeed. If I did not than I would not feature them so much on my blogs.
This is a series of three skits that they have put out over the last three weeks called “The Retarded Policeman”.
Here is skit one. Let the offensiveness roll:
Yes, not so hot but funny in it’s own quirky way.
Here is skit two featuring Greg Benson’s wife who plays Kiko in the ‘Gorgeous Tiny Chicken Machine Show’ clips. She is hot! This is what happens when a monkey puppet who is allergic to eggs eats an egg salad sandwich:
That brings me to the really funny one that features Greg himself. This is the one that I watched first since it is featured this week on his site. I find this one rather funny, especially when the Retarded Policemen shows us how he became a cop:
I know, I know. Send me all the hate mail that you want. I am insensitive and full of hate and intolerance and on and on and on …
When I read all of the criticism sent to me about these clips I will think of a few different things.
One: I did not do them, but rather I am pointing them out to everyone so they can laugh, get upset, or do whatever with them mentally.
Two: If I am so bad and mean and the root of the problem; what have you done to help someone who is impaired, handicapped, or down and out lately?
Three: I am not making a statement but rather sharing, and where is the harm in knowledge?
Mmmm … ok.
Til the next time I find whatever or have something to say.
One of my first posts here offered up a scavenger hunt of children's video clips and no one found the few that I desired to win the hunt.
Jenn did send in a few that were definately a trip down memory lane but no one had found Catpain Bob Cottle or the Martian who ate fruit instead of candy.
Yesterday I recieved an e-mail from someone who had the required 'finds' and then some.
Here is the Alien who finds a replacement for candy bars:
Yes, I am pissed over the embedded code but who the hell am I? The friggin' YouTube Nazi?!?!?!?
You must go watch, you need to go watch; you will do what you will. You really should go watch.
And here is a nice little snippet from the Boston Aquarium. Every child I knew growing up (and to this day) quoted "I can walk like a penguin". Watch:
I am going to Boston for Christmas with my daughter and we will both be going to the Aquarium. That place and that commercial changed my life so many times growing up. I know every square inch of it's halls by heart.
I miss home.
So this leaves me with the casting call, the curtain call, the call to arms.
In 1944 George Cukor brought us the most influential film of my life. It is a movie that I would marvel at as a pre-teen and teen, relish as a young adult and cherish in my adulthood. I often reminisce about it and thoroughly enjoy using the slang phrase of terminology that came from it’s title.
The film is ‘Gaslight’.
Keep in mind that I am referring to the ever classic 1944 version of the film NOT the 1940 version which was no where near as good and is often titled alternatively, ‘Murder In Thornton Square’. Unfortunately I find more clips of the latter and can only provide a few good solid clips of the first 40 minutes of the film broken into segments that are just under 10 minutes long.
The version that I am completely infatuated with stars Ingrid Bergman, Charles Boyer, and an 18 year old making her film debut, Miss Angela Landsbury.
I remember my mother watching classic black and white movies as she fell asleep and while she slept all while I was growing up. This trend would be interrupted from time to time by her viewing of the 24 hour news cycle but mostly it would be classic Black and Whites all night long.
It permeated our childhoods so much that we even had a dog named Akim Tamaroff.
Lady had never seen ‘Gaslight’ and it played today as we lounged around the abode. A perfect Sunday afternoon respite from the regular trash television that is normally purveyed.
There are classic lines in this film from all the characters. Whether it is Charles Boyer’s thick creepy French/Mexican accent when he says, “Paula” or the Scotland yard detective saying the line , “Jewels. Famous Jewels!”, all the lines make for a great take on reality; not only in the time it was filmed but the latter 19th century when it is supposed to have taken place.
A classic is watching the neighbor woman who is initially met on the train in Italy with delectable cookies. Her comments to the flowers and pigeons in the park are classic. Everyone loves a fat busy body who talks to flowers and pigeons! She is truly a gem beyond the ones being searched for. Her closing reactions in every scene she is in are priceless!
The term ‘Gaslight’ has come to represent someone driving another crazy via bizarre slights of hand and confidence jobs that are convincing and not identifiable due to love and desperation. I am sure that many of us have been ‘Gaslighted’ before and probably will be again. Hell, we are all ‘Gaslighted’ on this here BS quite often, but not so much anymore.
Onto the movie clips.
I guess it is good that the end of the film is not shown in my little escapade into movie time as it would ruin the whole experience you could have with it if you were watching at home or with a date or some friends. There are many twists and turns to be had and it is definitely worth seeing. If you have never seen it, go watch! Here is the beginning half of the movie:
Second ten minutes:
Third ten minutes:
Final part of the four I could find:
If you just watched those and you are digging it than you need, MUST, go rent it or watch it somehow, someway.
Something about it makes me long for other days, days that maybe weren’t so long ago.
Watching it with my mom at 2 a.m. and having a snack. Talking about it to girlfriends at University. Seeing it for the first time and becoming obsessed with deep voiced men who pronounce things weird. Falling madly, lustfully, perversely in love with Angela Landsbury. Playing drinking games that revolve around Charles Boyer saying 'Paula' the way that he does!
An 83 year old contributor to modern pop culture past away last week. When I read that she past on in this weeks Time Magazine ‘Milestones’ section, I was completely distraught. I actually felt worse about this than when people I actually known in real life. Uncanny is my reaction.
She was on the programme ‘The Odd Couple’ and had a running spot on ‘Love American Style’. She was on‘The Love Boat' from time to time and on other shows that featured guest ‘stars’.
Do you know of whom I speak?
The queen of ‘Match Game’, Ms. Brett Somers.
Yes, that’s right, being married to Jack Klugman may have got her career breaks but never made her name change. Could you imagine using the stage name 'Brett Klugman'?
‘Match Game’ is my favourite of her participations. As a matter of fact, ‘Match Game’ is one of my all time favourite shows. It just happens to be the best jam in my collection of preserves … mentally of course.
Here is a clip of Charles Nelson Reilly jabbing at Brett’s living quarters on the border of Beverly Hills:
Yes, the embed code was shut off which makes me mad in hindsight, but the clip is worth the gander!
Yes, that Charles Nelson Reilly was quite the card, huh? Watch as they all talk shop on the Big Bad Wolfe. This clip has Steve Allen who recently passed away this year as well. Is it just me or are most of these pop culture gems all dead or what? Boobs anyone? Listen to Brett’s take, along with Steve’s add on. Does anyone actually call them ‘buzzums’? Maybe the cocktails help. You decide:
All growing up I thought that the stars in the background (which really are just white light bulbs) were some perverted version of the Confederate Flag. I thought that this show had something to do with The Dukes of Hazard and some sort of funk band. I loved the lights, I loved the music, I LOVED this programme. It used to be my favourite part of taking Jet Blue with their televisions with Game Show Network. I normally would pour a heavy and strong Seven and Seven while getting into the theme song and jive humour of this rambunctious show. This clip features a question about ‘Dumb Dora’ a character often used in the questions. Watch as Richard Dawson goes ape-shit against the judges:
Charles Nelson Reilly also was a HUGE part of my development as a child, and that goes far beyond Dead Milkmen songs. Here is Charles going for the gold as the new host of ‘Match Game’. Do you think he can handle it? How well does he deal with Eva Gabor? Do you think that this show could have happened in any other time outside the 70’s and had it work so well? NO! Brett and Charles were necessities! Charles as host:
Back to Brett and how she was incorporated in a question or two. Yes, she could be the target of just as many guffaws as she generated on her own. What would have Brett left in San Diego? Do you know for real? Even though the round goes poorly, watch how Brett is defensive in a classy way that makes you smile when she leaves her BLANK in San Diego:
And this is where the panel could go when things went dreadfully awry and definitely funny. What if Richard Dawson was Brett Somers? All it would take in the days of indulgence were a few props in order to go on a ride of surrealism. Unfortunately for Richard Dawson, Blue glasses are not going to make him Brett Somers, EVER! Here are the shenanigans:
Sometimes I put it all into the perspective of what it should be and what it should all mean.
I get real homesick over places and times. I can smell the tastes of times gone past. When sections or chapters or segments begin to wrap around or wind down or settle down, I can tell; the end speaks to me. I normally begin to cower at this point and live on in it all far past it's expiration date, thus looking like a fool.
The best lesson I have learned again for the hundredth time (but this time I think I have grasped it with a firm grip) is that even though I can do certain things again or go to certain places or be with certain people, I can never get all of those combinations back no matter how hard I try or even try to let it flow on it's own.
A person can drowned in that effort; surreal suffocation.
Hair cuts and memories and work and weather aside, I am left still having to shave, shower, and floss with a little brushing on the side.
Some days I wake up with this taste in my mind:
Can you smell it?
I enjoy it now for what it is: a song associated with a memory.
It is most certainly not some call to action to bring on events long since lived with people I have not seen in what seems like ages.
People move on, have fights, die. Regardless, we are still left living with ourselves and the ol’ noggin bookshelves.
It is no use being Burgess Meredith with broken glasses.
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