Cast
GILBERT and KEN - young sketch duo
(lights up on a stage)
Gilbert: Hey everybody we're Gilbert and Ken-
Ken: Well, you're Gilbert. I'm Ken!
Gilbert: Wait I thought I was Ken!
Ken: We're gonna do some sketch comedy for you tonight!
Gilbert: Our first scene takes place in the Merry old land of England!
(the two of them take way too much time to set up two chairs and sit in them. They are supposed to be driving in a car in England.)
Ken: Well, Jerry, I sure am satisfied that we decided to take this summer holiday to England!
Gilbert: So am I, Mark! And boy do we ever deserve it! We;ve been working a few too many long hours down at the old work, if you know what I mean!
Ken: Do I ever! But there's one thing I don't understand! Why are everybody driving on the wrong side of the road!
(Gilbert air-swerves the fake steering wheel incredibly ostentatiously and makes a silly Oh! face)
Gilbert: Wait a minute! I think that they drive on the opposite side of the road here in old Londontown!
Ken: Well you'd better pull over and get yourself a British car!
(they get up and scurry around to the next 'scene.' Ken runs back stage to get into his next costume. Takes his time about it. Meanwhile, Gilbert patiently waits on stage totally out-of-character. After a long time. Ken emerges with some really inexplicable costume pieces. Just weird hats or wigs maybe a fake mustache and a different shirt and a tacky sports coat. Maybe he changed his shoes which is totally unnecessary.)
Ken: (in an accent that blends French and Italian and maybe Dominican but stays pretty clear of English) Hello, are you a visitor here in Londontown?
Gilbert: I am, and I'm looking for one of your cars that drives on the opposite side of the road.... How crazy!
Ken: Oh of course, I think I have just the thing for you! Mademoiselle!
(Gilbert runs offstage and takes plenty long changing into this costume. He comes out in tights and a skirt and high heels. Maybe he has breasts somehow. Even though this sort of extreme costume piece is pretty funny, he does not act any differently. Still everything they do is very calm and presentational)
Gilbert: Ah, oui, Monsieur!
Ken: This gentleman is interested in buying an automobile!
Gilbert: Oh, well you'll have to talk to the district manager about that!
(Ken runs off. He is off for a very long time. Eventually, Gilbert walks over to the curtain in his high heels. He pulls back the curtain.)
Gilbert: (to audience) He's killed himself.
(He turns back to the wing, looking down. Lights fade painfully slowly)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Torture
CAST
Mikhail - a dissident
Lev - a police officer
Fedor - a big torturer
Peter - another dissident
Stanislas - another dissident
(a dank room with one bare light bulb and a chair. You know the drill. Lev storms in, Fedor is behind him, dragging Mikhail.)
Lev: Throw him in the chair.
(Fedor does so)
Mikhail: You can do what you will to me! I’ll never talk!
Lev: Fedor, his fingers.
(Mikhail’s arms are tied behind his back. Fedor goes to him as if to break his fingers. Mikhail winces, but at the last moment Lev signals to stop.)
Lev: Anything... I don’t know... I don’t think you’re as strong-willed as you think you are.
Mikhail: Pig! (he spits at Lev, who quietly wipes his face) You can kill me but you’ll never stop the revolution! Your days are numbered. When the people take over, they will tear you apart like dogs!
Lev: Like dogs!? Like the dogs that they are, yes? You are bold, brazen even. But that comes with youth. Tell me, Mikhail, have you ever been tortured?
(Mikhail does not respond)
Lev: No? No, I didn’t think so. You work on an... ox farm? Do you not? Your father is Vladimirovich the ox-farmer, no?
Mikhail: Leave my father out of-
Lev: Mikhail! What do I want with your father, a simple ox-farmer? (beat) On the ox farm, you’ve doubtless broken a finger before? Yoking the oxen?
Mikhail: (bold) I’ve broken my entire hand.
Lev: Ah. Well then. Imagine every bone in your hand - (he nods to Fedor, who menacingly stands behind Mikhail, just out of his sight.) - being broken - one after the other. Moments will seem like hours, but we’ll keep you here for days! Until you tell us what we want to know! When and where will the dissidents attack?
Mikhail: I would rather be tortured and killed like a dog than live like one.
Lev: (raisin the stakes...) Very well. Fedor?
Fedor: (kinda excited) His fingers, sir?
Lev: No Fedor, he’ll need his fingers.
Fedor: (total 180) Good God, sir, no. Not that?
Lev: Yes, Fedor.
Fedor: Please, just let me break his hands, he doesn’t deserve this: no one does.
Lev: Fedor!
Fedor: (after a beat) yes sir.
(Mikhail is getting worried by all this. Fedor ties Mikhail into the chair and unties his hands. He then rolls out a laptop on a small table and places it directly in front of Mikhail)
Mikhail: (terrified) What’s this?
Lev: Make a PowerPoint.
Mikhail: What!?
(this is the worst possible form of torture. Fedor is overwhelmed, even Lev is conflicted going so far as to force this on Mikhail. The following lines overlap)
Lev: Yes. Make a PowerPoint, no less than 70 slides.
Mikhail: No!
Lev: With media on every slide.
Mikhail: What?
Lev: And interesting, unique transitions. Nothing cheesy.
Mikhail: You’re a monster! (beat) On what topic?
Lev: (beat) The principles of economics
Mikhail: Good God in heaven, you have no soul!
Lev: And only 40 of the slides may have images
Mikhail: What!?
Lev: And only 25 of those may be graphs.
Fedor: (breaking down) Please, sir, have mercy!
Lev: And make it interesting
Mikhail: But- Economics? I don’t know anything about Economics
Lev: Then you’d better learn fast. Because you must present it in exactly seven hours!
Mikhail: What?
Lev: to the rest of the political dissidents imprisoned here. AND you must take notes on their presentations.
Mikhail: Oh God have mercy! Take me now!
Lev: You can still talk! Tell me, when will the underground attack?
(Mikhail pants and sighs. It’s tempting)
Mikhail: No! No! I’ll never do it! (he puts his hands on the keyboard and starts typing. As he works he is screaming in agony)
Mikhail: File!... New Presentation!... Ahhg. Titled,... “the Basics of Economics”
Lev: You can do better than that!
Mikhail: Ok! Ok! “The Gateway to Global Understanding,” subhead “the fundamental principles of Economics.”
Lev: It will do. Go on.
Mikhail: Slide one! Ahhghg... Supply and demand...
(there is a commotion offstage)
Fedor: Sir?
(Peter and Stanislas enter with knives. Fedor narrowly escapes. Stanislas detains Lev. Peter pushes the computer away and unties Mikhail)
Stanislas: Not so fast, dog.
Mikhail: Thank you Peter, good God, Peter, thank you.
Peter: Mikhail, Mikhail, are you alright?
Stanislas: Did you talk? Mikhail, what did you say?
Mikhail: Nothing! Nothing, I said nothing.
Lev: Free me at once!
Stanislas: Good man.
Peter: What did they make you do?
Mikhail: A PowerPoint.
Peter: Good God (Peter and Stanislas look at Lev with disgust. Stanislas punches him in the gut)
Stanislas: You’re an animal.
Peter: You’re a stronger man than me.
Stanislas: You just told them when, you didn’t say where. Anyway, it gave us our chance to escape.
Mikhail: What did they make you do?
Stanislas: I’d rather not say.
Peter: (getting emotional) It was a- French workbook. Vocabulary. Irregular verb conjugation.
Mikhail: Stay strong. Let’s just get out of here. That guard will surely cause trouble.
(Mikhail and Peter exit)
Lev: Unhand me at once! You’ll regret this!
Stanislas: I don’t think so. You’re ours now.
Lev: Just kill me now and be done with it!
Stanislas: Kill you? Oh no! We won’t kill you. We’ll just see how you manage writing a short paper about Jean Cocteau’s use of vaginal imagery in his films.
Lev: Noooooo!
(Stanislas drags him off)
Mikhail - a dissident
Lev - a police officer
Fedor - a big torturer
Peter - another dissident
Stanislas - another dissident
(a dank room with one bare light bulb and a chair. You know the drill. Lev storms in, Fedor is behind him, dragging Mikhail.)
Lev: Throw him in the chair.
(Fedor does so)
Mikhail: You can do what you will to me! I’ll never talk!
Lev: Fedor, his fingers.
(Mikhail’s arms are tied behind his back. Fedor goes to him as if to break his fingers. Mikhail winces, but at the last moment Lev signals to stop.)
Lev: Anything... I don’t know... I don’t think you’re as strong-willed as you think you are.
Mikhail: Pig! (he spits at Lev, who quietly wipes his face) You can kill me but you’ll never stop the revolution! Your days are numbered. When the people take over, they will tear you apart like dogs!
Lev: Like dogs!? Like the dogs that they are, yes? You are bold, brazen even. But that comes with youth. Tell me, Mikhail, have you ever been tortured?
(Mikhail does not respond)
Lev: No? No, I didn’t think so. You work on an... ox farm? Do you not? Your father is Vladimirovich the ox-farmer, no?
Mikhail: Leave my father out of-
Lev: Mikhail! What do I want with your father, a simple ox-farmer? (beat) On the ox farm, you’ve doubtless broken a finger before? Yoking the oxen?
Mikhail: (bold) I’ve broken my entire hand.
Lev: Ah. Well then. Imagine every bone in your hand - (he nods to Fedor, who menacingly stands behind Mikhail, just out of his sight.) - being broken - one after the other. Moments will seem like hours, but we’ll keep you here for days! Until you tell us what we want to know! When and where will the dissidents attack?
Mikhail: I would rather be tortured and killed like a dog than live like one.
Lev: (raisin the stakes...) Very well. Fedor?
Fedor: (kinda excited) His fingers, sir?
Lev: No Fedor, he’ll need his fingers.
Fedor: (total 180) Good God, sir, no. Not that?
Lev: Yes, Fedor.
Fedor: Please, just let me break his hands, he doesn’t deserve this: no one does.
Lev: Fedor!
Fedor: (after a beat) yes sir.
(Mikhail is getting worried by all this. Fedor ties Mikhail into the chair and unties his hands. He then rolls out a laptop on a small table and places it directly in front of Mikhail)
Mikhail: (terrified) What’s this?
Lev: Make a PowerPoint.
Mikhail: What!?
(this is the worst possible form of torture. Fedor is overwhelmed, even Lev is conflicted going so far as to force this on Mikhail. The following lines overlap)
Lev: Yes. Make a PowerPoint, no less than 70 slides.
Mikhail: No!
Lev: With media on every slide.
Mikhail: What?
Lev: And interesting, unique transitions. Nothing cheesy.
Mikhail: You’re a monster! (beat) On what topic?
Lev: (beat) The principles of economics
Mikhail: Good God in heaven, you have no soul!
Lev: And only 40 of the slides may have images
Mikhail: What!?
Lev: And only 25 of those may be graphs.
Fedor: (breaking down) Please, sir, have mercy!
Lev: And make it interesting
Mikhail: But- Economics? I don’t know anything about Economics
Lev: Then you’d better learn fast. Because you must present it in exactly seven hours!
Mikhail: What?
Lev: to the rest of the political dissidents imprisoned here. AND you must take notes on their presentations.
Mikhail: Oh God have mercy! Take me now!
Lev: You can still talk! Tell me, when will the underground attack?
(Mikhail pants and sighs. It’s tempting)
Mikhail: No! No! I’ll never do it! (he puts his hands on the keyboard and starts typing. As he works he is screaming in agony)
Mikhail: File!... New Presentation!... Ahhg. Titled,... “the Basics of Economics”
Lev: You can do better than that!
Mikhail: Ok! Ok! “The Gateway to Global Understanding,” subhead “the fundamental principles of Economics.”
Lev: It will do. Go on.
Mikhail: Slide one! Ahhghg... Supply and demand...
(there is a commotion offstage)
Fedor: Sir?
(Peter and Stanislas enter with knives. Fedor narrowly escapes. Stanislas detains Lev. Peter pushes the computer away and unties Mikhail)
Stanislas: Not so fast, dog.
Mikhail: Thank you Peter, good God, Peter, thank you.
Peter: Mikhail, Mikhail, are you alright?
Stanislas: Did you talk? Mikhail, what did you say?
Mikhail: Nothing! Nothing, I said nothing.
Lev: Free me at once!
Stanislas: Good man.
Peter: What did they make you do?
Mikhail: A PowerPoint.
Peter: Good God (Peter and Stanislas look at Lev with disgust. Stanislas punches him in the gut)
Stanislas: You’re an animal.
Peter: You’re a stronger man than me.
Stanislas: You just told them when, you didn’t say where. Anyway, it gave us our chance to escape.
Mikhail: What did they make you do?
Stanislas: I’d rather not say.
Peter: (getting emotional) It was a- French workbook. Vocabulary. Irregular verb conjugation.
Mikhail: Stay strong. Let’s just get out of here. That guard will surely cause trouble.
(Mikhail and Peter exit)
Lev: Unhand me at once! You’ll regret this!
Stanislas: I don’t think so. You’re ours now.
Lev: Just kill me now and be done with it!
Stanislas: Kill you? Oh no! We won’t kill you. We’ll just see how you manage writing a short paper about Jean Cocteau’s use of vaginal imagery in his films.
Lev: Noooooo!
(Stanislas drags him off)
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Mr. Sammykins
CAST:
Janice - woman in her late 30's. Desperately lonely
Brett - co-worker
Andrew - co-worker
(All employees are sitting at desks facing front. They are fielding phone calls quietly. This is some horrible office situation where presumably all anyone ever does is redirect phone calls and wish to be dead or fired.)
(Janice's phone rings)
Janice: Hello you've reached Monumentall, inc., this is Janice speaking, how can I serve you today? ... Oh hello mother! ... Oh it's been fine, been fine over here. ... No, should be home no later'n usual, be able to catch all of our shows tonight. ... Uh-huh. ... No that's fine, what do we need? ... Uh-huh ok, milk... yeahss... corn bread mix... alright... swiffer refills. ... dry or wet jet?.... dry or wet jet?... dry or wet jet?.... mmmk I'll just pick up some of both. Mmmk is that it? (sudden change of voice) Oh does wittle Mr. Sammykins need new kitty cat litter? Uh-oh. Doesn't Mr. Sammykins have anywhere to put his poopies? Oh no! Oh no! Yeah, put him on. ... Hello. ... Hello Mr Sammykins... Hello Mr. Sammykins... Hi... Hi... Hi... yeah... Oh yeah?... Oh yeah?... is this your mommy? Yeah... yeah it's your mommy. Is this your mommy, Mr. Sammykins? Yeah... Oh yeah?... Oh yeah? Then what?... Oh really? Did she say that? ... Who said that? ... Did gramma say that? ... Uh - huh ? ... She did! Oh no! Well what did you say? ... Really? ... Really? ... She did not... Well what did you do? (she listens for a really long time) You didn't! ... Mr. Sammykins! Mr. Sammykins, I only wish I were as brave as you are. Yeah. Yeah, Mr. Sammykins, you. I wanna be just like you! Just like you Mr. Sammykins! No, I won't tell her anything. No, I won't tell her you said anything. Ok. ... Ok, Mr. Sammykins. I love you too, Mr. Sammykins. Yeah, put her back on. No, I won't tell her you said anything. Ok, bye. (beat. No very knowingly) Hi, mom... yeah. Uh-huh, sure sounds like everything's going pretty well over there, huh? Oh really? Well did you and Mr. Sammykins have any difficulties today? Oh, I don't know... anything. Any... altercations? Ah-ha, no, nothing at all. Well, I'll be off then. ... Ok, see you soon mom. Yuh-huh. Ok, I love you too.
(She hangs up. Gathers her stuff, and while avoiding acknowledgment from anyone in the room, she slinks away)
(Beat)
Brett: Damn, that bitch is CRAzy.
Andrew: (taking out his earphones) What's that?
Brett: This Janice lady. She's completely nuts!
Andrew: Oh, that. Yeah, but she's totally harmless. Just ignore her. Or get some of these (his headphones)
Brett: She's always been like this?
Andrew: As long as I've been here. (he puts his headphones back on. Stops) Some people say she's gotten worse since her mom and cat died in that murder-suicide. (he shrugs, puts on his headphones)
Janice - woman in her late 30's. Desperately lonely
Brett - co-worker
Andrew - co-worker
(All employees are sitting at desks facing front. They are fielding phone calls quietly. This is some horrible office situation where presumably all anyone ever does is redirect phone calls and wish to be dead or fired.)
(Janice's phone rings)
Janice: Hello you've reached Monumentall, inc., this is Janice speaking, how can I serve you today? ... Oh hello mother! ... Oh it's been fine, been fine over here. ... No, should be home no later'n usual, be able to catch all of our shows tonight. ... Uh-huh. ... No that's fine, what do we need? ... Uh-huh ok, milk... yeahss... corn bread mix... alright... swiffer refills. ... dry or wet jet?.... dry or wet jet?... dry or wet jet?.... mmmk I'll just pick up some of both. Mmmk is that it? (sudden change of voice) Oh does wittle Mr. Sammykins need new kitty cat litter? Uh-oh. Doesn't Mr. Sammykins have anywhere to put his poopies? Oh no! Oh no! Yeah, put him on. ... Hello. ... Hello Mr Sammykins... Hello Mr. Sammykins... Hi... Hi... Hi... yeah... Oh yeah?... Oh yeah?... is this your mommy? Yeah... yeah it's your mommy. Is this your mommy, Mr. Sammykins? Yeah... Oh yeah?... Oh yeah? Then what?... Oh really? Did she say that? ... Who said that? ... Did gramma say that? ... Uh - huh ? ... She did! Oh no! Well what did you say? ... Really? ... Really? ... She did not... Well what did you do? (she listens for a really long time) You didn't! ... Mr. Sammykins! Mr. Sammykins, I only wish I were as brave as you are. Yeah. Yeah, Mr. Sammykins, you. I wanna be just like you! Just like you Mr. Sammykins! No, I won't tell her anything. No, I won't tell her you said anything. Ok. ... Ok, Mr. Sammykins. I love you too, Mr. Sammykins. Yeah, put her back on. No, I won't tell her you said anything. Ok, bye. (beat. No very knowingly) Hi, mom... yeah. Uh-huh, sure sounds like everything's going pretty well over there, huh? Oh really? Well did you and Mr. Sammykins have any difficulties today? Oh, I don't know... anything. Any... altercations? Ah-ha, no, nothing at all. Well, I'll be off then. ... Ok, see you soon mom. Yuh-huh. Ok, I love you too.
(She hangs up. Gathers her stuff, and while avoiding acknowledgment from anyone in the room, she slinks away)
(Beat)
Brett: Damn, that bitch is CRAzy.
Andrew: (taking out his earphones) What's that?
Brett: This Janice lady. She's completely nuts!
Andrew: Oh, that. Yeah, but she's totally harmless. Just ignore her. Or get some of these (his headphones)
Brett: She's always been like this?
Andrew: As long as I've been here. (he puts his headphones back on. Stops) Some people say she's gotten worse since her mom and cat died in that murder-suicide. (he shrugs, puts on his headphones)
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Where Do You Get Off?
(The scene is a crowded bus, regular bus activity. It’s pretty packed, and the driver stops to let some more people on)
Bus Voice: (read entirely with that flat bus voice) As a courtesy to boarding customers, please move to the rear of the bus. Please give up your seats to elderly patrons or persons with disabilities. (JESSE boards) Or even for this guy. This guy has had a really really bad day. Just look at him. (beat. He is pawing through his wallet) Uh-oh. (beat) Looks like he doesn’t have his CTA pass. He just spent $86 on that thing and now it’s gone. And on top of it all, all he has on him is a 5. Damn. He knows the bus driver doesn’t have change but he’s going to embarrass himself by asking anyway cause he doesn’t want to blow another five bucks - after losing 86 - on a bus ride. A bus ride where he has to stand. (beat) Come on people, show some decency. He’s soaking wet. It’s not even raining that hard out there, he must’ve been pushed into a gutter or something. His CTA card’s probably still floating in there. Anyone? You know his day’s not over yet either. I bet he doesn’t have his keys. Or he’s gonna get mugged or a car’s gonna hit him and he’ll break his shoulderblade. You can’t let him just sit down for 10 minutes? I can’t believe this. (beat) You’d ALL be getting up if he were blind. And blind people don’t ALWAYS need you to move for them. Sometimes they just like to stand. But if a blind person, or even a person with gray hair boarded this bus, let alone somebody in a wheelchair... Good God, when that ramp comes down, 2/3s of you are in the back quarter of the bus before the hydraulic lift is even engaged. But you won’t let this guy - this one guy who’s just been shit on since the moment he woke up today, get 10 minutes of rest before he steps back out into that shit-storm of a world that’s obviously out to get him. (beat) Fuck him, right? Yeah, well enjoy the seat now, it’ll be you tomorrow.
(Some chump gets off)
Thank you for riding the CTA.
Bus Voice: (read entirely with that flat bus voice) As a courtesy to boarding customers, please move to the rear of the bus. Please give up your seats to elderly patrons or persons with disabilities. (JESSE boards) Or even for this guy. This guy has had a really really bad day. Just look at him. (beat. He is pawing through his wallet) Uh-oh. (beat) Looks like he doesn’t have his CTA pass. He just spent $86 on that thing and now it’s gone. And on top of it all, all he has on him is a 5. Damn. He knows the bus driver doesn’t have change but he’s going to embarrass himself by asking anyway cause he doesn’t want to blow another five bucks - after losing 86 - on a bus ride. A bus ride where he has to stand. (beat) Come on people, show some decency. He’s soaking wet. It’s not even raining that hard out there, he must’ve been pushed into a gutter or something. His CTA card’s probably still floating in there. Anyone? You know his day’s not over yet either. I bet he doesn’t have his keys. Or he’s gonna get mugged or a car’s gonna hit him and he’ll break his shoulderblade. You can’t let him just sit down for 10 minutes? I can’t believe this. (beat) You’d ALL be getting up if he were blind. And blind people don’t ALWAYS need you to move for them. Sometimes they just like to stand. But if a blind person, or even a person with gray hair boarded this bus, let alone somebody in a wheelchair... Good God, when that ramp comes down, 2/3s of you are in the back quarter of the bus before the hydraulic lift is even engaged. But you won’t let this guy - this one guy who’s just been shit on since the moment he woke up today, get 10 minutes of rest before he steps back out into that shit-storm of a world that’s obviously out to get him. (beat) Fuck him, right? Yeah, well enjoy the seat now, it’ll be you tomorrow.
(Some chump gets off)
Thank you for riding the CTA.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Marmaduke
We all need to get on the same page about this Marmaduke business.
Confirming what you must have already heard, yes there is a Marmaduke movie coming out this summer. To those of you asking if it will star George Lopez and Owen Wilson - yes it will.
Let's compare this to the other comic strip that was recently made into a live-action movie - Garfield. While the quality and popularity of Garfield is disputable, at least people understand the basic premise: loser owns stupid dog and sarcastic cat that can talk - or at least think in English. Bland though it may be, there's at least something to latch onto there. In the case of Marmaduke, I don't think most people could sum it up in a sentence (family owns ordinary, illiterate dog?) and there's really nothing else to it. Exactly what potential did the screenwriters see in this premise? If the sequel to Babies were Dogs, it might be the same movie as Marmaduke.
Some dumb movies have been made (Beverly Hills Chihuahua, My Boss's Daughter) and while many of them have starred Owen Wilson, this one is unprecedented. And so, I think we all need to rally around it and either make it a huge, stupid summer nut-buster like Snakes on a Plane was or all collectively decide to not see it, not one of us, like with Speedracer.
I don't want to push my own agenda here (though I am admittedly leaning towards giving this one the Speedracer treatment) but I do think we need to unite around this film - the likes of which we may never see again - and give it the consideration it deserves.
Your thoughts?
Confirming what you must have already heard, yes there is a Marmaduke movie coming out this summer. To those of you asking if it will star George Lopez and Owen Wilson - yes it will.
Let's compare this to the other comic strip that was recently made into a live-action movie - Garfield. While the quality and popularity of Garfield is disputable, at least people understand the basic premise: loser owns stupid dog and sarcastic cat that can talk - or at least think in English. Bland though it may be, there's at least something to latch onto there. In the case of Marmaduke, I don't think most people could sum it up in a sentence (family owns ordinary, illiterate dog?) and there's really nothing else to it. Exactly what potential did the screenwriters see in this premise? If the sequel to Babies were Dogs, it might be the same movie as Marmaduke.
Some dumb movies have been made (Beverly Hills Chihuahua, My Boss's Daughter) and while many of them have starred Owen Wilson, this one is unprecedented. And so, I think we all need to rally around it and either make it a huge, stupid summer nut-buster like Snakes on a Plane was or all collectively decide to not see it, not one of us, like with Speedracer.
I don't want to push my own agenda here (though I am admittedly leaning towards giving this one the Speedracer treatment) but I do think we need to unite around this film - the likes of which we may never see again - and give it the consideration it deserves.
Your thoughts?
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