Thursday, August 25, 2011
Man and Beast and Beast and Beast and Beast and Beast...
Warren and I watch DVDs with the subtitles on most of the time, often adding an extra layer of entertainment to our viewing experience. MadMen, for example, becomes even more bizarre than the sound-picture-only version, as you can see by reading along that it's not your imagination-- often the dialogue makes no sense whatsoever.
The other night, we were watching a movie-- I'm not going to tell you what it was, I'm going to make you look at the photo above and try to guess. When those words flashed across the screen, I made Warren back up and freeze frame so I could share this gem with the six of you. The cohabitation of man and beast and beast and beast... Say WHAT? Life out of context really beats the crap out of life in context much of the time, don't you concur?
Sadly, our fun subtitle pastime* will likely soon come to an end, or at least taper off sharply. NetFlix is jacking up their prices 60% starting next week and I'm just not sure I can stomach that so my plan is to cancel our subscription. Oh sure, we can still go to Vulcan-- (like we did last night when I foolishly agreed to go along with Warren's choice of ConAir, having no clue how horrible it would be. What the FUCK is up with Nick Cage's "southern" accent in that film? Didn't he learn his lesson in Back to the Future or Peggy Sue Whatever that he was in? I love Nick as much as any gal who came up in the '80s and swooned over him in Valley Girl, but the man has made some really odd professional choices...) -- but, such a sad, sad First World Problem, no longer will we have instantly delivered to our PO Box and computer Warren's beloved not-exactly-soft-porn-but-definitely-weird-quasi-erotica-made-in-the'70s-in-other-countries. How I will miss lambasting him for selecting yet another flick in which beautiful French/Polish/Israeli/Swedish women and/or men lie around scantily clad complaining about life (proving, at least relative to our own existence, that art does, in fact, imitate life).
Anyway, so can anyone guess what movie the above still shot is from? Hint-- it wasn't made in the 70s, it wasn't shot on foreign soil, and the two seconds of nudity were very obviously a body double as the mammoth, pendulous breasts flashing across the screen dwarfed those of the star's by many cup sizes.
(*about the asterisk-- is it really pastime or is it past time? Both look wrong but spellcheck disallows pasttime. Hmm... technically I think it should be passtime.)
Posted by Spike Gillespie at 4:18 PM