THE FUTURIST! recently watched the film THE BROTHERS BLOOM. He found the score that accompanied the visuals to very appealing. This particular track is the theme of a particular character played by Rachel Weisz. She is a romantic isolated introverted eccentric multi-millionairess. It's a wistful jaunty number. It makes THE FUTURIST! feel ... nostalgic and melancholy. The movie was entertaining and quite odd. It was trying hard to be, in itself, eccentric and hip with great effort. THE FUTURIST! still enjoyed the intelligently written script and the look of the film. Lots of little bits of visual symbolism are lurking in the frame.
PENELOPE'S THEME from the film THE BROTHERS BLOOM (2008) composed by Nathan Johnson
As a child, THE YOUNG FUTURIST! looked forward to the day after Thanksgiving. There was no school and the special sense of utter freedom due to the extended weekend. Most of all there was the WOR Channel 9 Holiday Film Festival of Godzilla movies. The bliss of sitting on the couch, all snug, with a plate of congealed cold leftover stuffing and a fork ... maybe some slices of turkey ... and a glass of Yoo-Hoo to wash it down. All this and badly dubbed Japanese people screaming as Godzilla and Mothra and Ghidorah and the MechaGodzilla battled endlessly. THE FUTURIST! remembers this so fondly. He would just eat and watch and laugh and feel so unencumbered of any stress. Then ... he would fall asleep, from an overdose of tryptophan and starchy carbohydrates, halfway through the movie marathon with a smile of pure content on his young face.
* THE FUTURIST! does not think, as the announcer states, that Jack Palance was ever in a Godzilla picture. Strange mistake.
For the last several years, THE FUTURIST! has attended a Thanksgiving get-together that has, as it's main entree, a turkey that is deep fried in boiling peanut oil. This is dangerous procedure and actually becomes an event in itself ... a visual process that the host conducts in the backyard. Below is a video on the preparation and the results. If you do do this, remember to keep children and pets away from the device, unless, they are children and pets you don't very much enjoy to be around. THE FUTURIST! jokes, of course. No, he doesn't ... today's festivities will involve obnoxious children and some rather distasteful adults ... but no pets, in fact a loving beautiful pet, preferably a canine, would be welcome.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING from Utter Despair, N.J., dear readers!
THE FUTURIST! must hold back his tears remembering a Thanksgiving many years ago when he was inadvertedly left behind on a cold windy cloudy November day on the NJ Shore by his Aunt Abigail. THE FUTURIST!'s parents had gone to Aunt Abigail's beach front home for the Thanksgiving holiday. After claiming to not have an adequate white wine for the repast, THE FUTURIST!'s parents allowed Aunt Abigail to take THE BABY FUTURIST! for a stroll on the desolate beach on her way to the local liquor emporium.
How did this happen? A baby left alone in the sand?
Well, it appears that Aunt Abigail, on her way back from her leisurely walk with THE BABY FUTURIST! to the Seaside Liquor Store for the holiday libations, became a bit infatuated with her purchases and partook of a 6 pack of an inferior beer and a bottle of Riesling. She then, while mumbling something about a husband of dubious birth, decided to take a cold dip in the sea and never came back. THE FUTURIST!'s first encounter with a Thanksgiving fowl was not with a turkey ... it was a large tern or seagull who pecked at him for minutes on end until the Shore Patrol found him. To this day, THE FUTURIST! cannot abide seagulls. Recently, he and haiku stopped at a roadside Fast Food establishment for lunch and ate outside. THE FUTURIST! suffered a panic attack when a large seagull fluttered down to investigate his french fries. On immediate sight of the flying fowl poking into his side dish, he screamed like a woman.
Little Peter Hollinsberry sold this crude drawing to haiku, THE FUTURIST!'s aide-de-camp, for $20. He claimed it was a drawing made by cave people 4000 yrs. ago and proved that Thanksgiving was first celebrated by Cro-Magnons, Swamp Creatures and blue dinosaurs. THE FUTURIST! is not exactly happy that haiku was fleeced and that he is, apparently, as dense as a shag rug. haiku? Aren't you a college graduate? THE FUTURIST! is naming Peter as his 2009 Holiday Hero for using such American ingenuity and know-how to swindle an easy mark. A fine young American!
The Pilgrim Pez dispenser (seen first in this series of early American Pez creations) was a fascinating arcane addition to the PEZ Candy universe back in the 1970's. THE FUTURIST! has been on the outlook for one for years! Rumor has it that the dispenser only used candy tablets that tasted like turkey, cranberry, yams, carrots and corn. The most bizarre flavors were Pearl Onion and Beet. THE FUTURIST! wants this as much as the obscure Botswanian Cannibal Pygmy PEZ Dispenser which had tablets that tasted of HUMAN FLESH!
THE FUTURIST! is providing this very important diagram of a turkey's head to ensure prime killing capability this holiday season! Please pay attention to the vital areas you will need to penetrate with your shot gun, .22, Luger P.08 pistol, bow and arrow or slingshot when stalking and slaying your seasonal bird. Remember feral fowls make the tastiest most succulant variety of Thanksgiving's main entree. Mmmmm! (Don't forget to remove pellets from the body and/or head. Smiling over the juicy taste of your bird amidst a table of family and friends can be hampered by the sensation of spent bullet fragments cracking on tooth enamel.)
Oh, THE FUTURIST! won't consume anything like this on Turkey Day. No need to worry. His meal will not be heated in an oven in an aluminum tray. He'll have a nice hearty meal. Hopefully. But, that sweet and spicy apple crisp looks so goooood!
Very often we wish to escape the humdrum, the sadness and the pain of life. WE wish we could float away on a light billowy cloud of optimistic gleeful fantasy. In 1981, director Herbert Ross turned the British television dramatic mini-series PENNIES FROM HEAVEN, by Dennis Potter, into a Hollywood motion picture. This story involved simple plodding Depression era people, a music sheet salesman and a plain school teacher, who escape from their banal boring and financially poor existences into the fantasy of song and dance. Steve Martin and Bernadette Peters play the main characters whose lives become more fantasy driven as they descend into terribly dire circumstances. The movie is quite sad and not very optimistic (the television show was even more depressing). It shows a time when Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers films packed people into movie houses to flee from a bleak reality for a couple of hours. THE FUTURIST! loves the musical fantasy sequences from this film. There are many such fantasy scenes and one even involves a tap dancing Christopher Walken as a villainous pimp. The sequence below is a favorite. The school teacher imagines that her class joins her in a Hollywood extravaganza of white tails, white pianos and blinding white hope that love can cure all.
Listen and watch:
LOVE IS GOOD FOR ANYTHING THAT AILS YOU (from the film PENNIES FROM HEAVEN - 1981) composed and written by Cliff Friend and Matty Malneck
Several weeks ago at an Oktoberfest festivity organized by Fleming Clamdish, a friend of THE FUTURIST!, The Amazing Frollo decided to entertain the party guests with a ditty on his concertina. As THE FUTURIST! has stated before, The Amazing Frollo is New Jersey's laziest magician ... perhaps even North America's laziest magician. This does not stop many from still gathering about to witness his latest public display of entertaining groups with the art of illusion and, finally, anti-climatic bungling. Having the constitution of a garden slug, The Amazing Frollo never accomplishes his goal of entertaining and creates a sort of abstract post-modern touch to his non-accomplishment. This is what entertains ... this is what creates an aura of impending doom that many await with delicious anticipation.
This Sunday afternoon, however, The Amazing Frollo did not offer to perform a feat of escape, card trickery or the extraction of a floppy eared rodent from a battered top hat. This day The Amazing Frollo merely wished to serenade the gathering with a tune on his concertina. He told those that formed a U-shaped audience around him that he would dazzle them all with an old Austrian folk song entitled "Ein Strudel Made for Mein Trudy" written by Heinz Dismembertoes (a German of dubious heritage and character). It did not take more than 6 squeezes on the instrument before The Amazing Frollo fell into a deep sleep. This was accomplished while he stood up straight with his head lowered and the air escaping from the concertina with a sound similar to that of a wheezing pheasant expiring in the brush from bird shot fired from a hunter's rifle. The crowd was ecstatic and applauded loudly.
"The Amazing Frollo never disappoints!" loudly jeered a party guest hoisting a Belgian brew.
"Hey, what if we throw peanuts or pretzel nuggets at him? Will he awaken?" yelled another.
There was quite a bit of blather about Frollo's inertia and several party snacks were eventually tossed. THE FUTURIST! thought he saw some sign of life as a peanut hit his cheek and fell to the pavement. The Amazing Frollo can be aroused from his slumber by food. Once he fell asleep in an Egyptian Mummy Case (made in Hackensack NJ), but was awakened by a stagehand eating a Reuben sandwich nearby. The smell wafted into the cracks of the case's opening and he stumbled out to reappear unshackled, but the audience had disappeared 20 minutes prior and he had no one to witness his first actual completed escape feat. Quite disheartening.
After failing to complete the concertina performance, THE FUTURIST! and haiku used a hand truck to roll the coma-like Amazing Frollo back to THE FUTURIST!'s home where they would deposit him near his automobile. This act of kindness turned into further disaster.
THE FUTURIST! left haiku alone with the lifeless Frollo and went into the house to prep a Sunday martini with Tribuno red vermouth. haiku, desiring to get out of the hot afternoon sun, rolled Frollo into the nearby garage. This was no ordinary garage. THE FUTURIST! has had in his possession for some time a device invented by Dr. Seussonoras known as The Time Tunnel Garage. It looks like this:
The Garage Time Tunnel (patent pending)
The Time Tunnel Garage is a time machine (patent pending) and is quite untested and a bit unreliable. THE FUTURIST! has told haiku to be very careful around and not to enter it if possible. Once THE FUTURIST! went in to get a garden rake and found himself in the sitting room of Oscar Wilde who was in the process of seducing a young gentleman in Burgundy jodhpurs. It was quite awkward. THE FUTURIST! returned post-haste after haiku flipped the Garage return light switch.
THE FUTURIST! has told haiku to be careful around the garage, however, wanting to get out of the hot sun, haiku rolled Frollo into the garage for shade and accidentally activated the garage door. This action made the time machine come to life and haiku and Frollo were transported into the past. THE FUTURIST! quickly ran out after hearing the commotion and rapidly flipped the return switch. The two friends returned, but some strange molecular time shifting anomaly had occurred and both haiku and The Amazing Frollo had returned as young children. This caused great consternation to THE FUTURIST! and haiku, but Frollo was still asleep.
THE FUTURIST! contacted Seussonoras Labs immediately. Dr. Seussonoras assured THE FUTURIST! that both Frollo and haiku could be brought back to their true ages, but he would get to solving this difficult problem after he finished eating a large Italian submarine sandwich and a several gherkin pickles; he was having lunch and you can't blame a man for wanting to enjoy his mid-day meal.
In the meantime, The Amazing Frollo claimed he had been transported to the Titanic and had been performing a water tank escape trick, but never finished his escape due to the ship hitting the fateful iceberg. This meant The Amazing Frollo was submerged in the cold Atlantic ocean waters trapped in a water tank. He was rescued later by some very perplexed Norwegians. He loves to reminiscence about his adventure.
The currently young Amazing Frollo
thinks back to his sea adventure
haiku claims he was transported to 1930s Kansas City and was taught guitar by a black jazz musician named Jug Mouth Landers. It seems he is now very adept at finger strumming. The currently pre-teen haiku beautifully performed a Burt Bacharach tune for THE FUTURIST!. It was delightful. Though often fraught with strange disasters, the sun shines, sometimes, in Utter Despair and some good ... comes from bad.
THE FUTURIST! has returned. Several days away have regenerated his misanthropy and plans to one day sit in a basement bowling alley in a grandiose mansion drinking alcohol and pulverizing any phony preachers that come to visit. That's joke, people. THE FUTURIST! would never beat anyone with a ten pin ... maybe a bowling ball. The heft of the ball would be like a physical workout combined with venting inner demons.
More hatred to come. For now, let us wish director Martin Scorsese a very happy 67th birthday today. Marty is the director of many grand films of sublime Catholic angst and martyr complexes. He gave us the beautiful AGE OF INNOCENCE, the compelling TAXI DRIVER, the darkly comic AFTER HOURS and the wretched dung heap remake of CAPE FEAR. He has partnered with Robert DeNiro to create most of the actor's most memorable characters. THE FUTURIST! has actually preferred Marty's non-gangster films. They seem richer and more fulfilling. He has, also, made two engrossing documentaries about film My Voyage to Italy and A Personal Journey Through American Movies. Scorsese's voice on these documentaries is like warm comforting orzo pasta in a thin chicken broth.
THE FUTURIST! brings you this interview with Marty about his favorite films. It is very enlightening.
THE ROBOFUTURIST! IS TAKING HIS LEAVE AS OF THIS POST.
BEFORE DEPARTURE, THE ROBOFUTURIST! WILL ANSWER OR COMMENT OF RESPONSES AND QUESTIONS HE RECEIVED WHILE IN CHARGE OF BLOG THIS PERIOD OF 168 HOURS.
MORE QUESTIONS FROM:
WHAT IS YOUR STANCE ON ROBOCOP?
ANSWER: THE ROBOFUTURIST! DOES NOT BELIEVE IN HYBRID HUMAN ROBOT CO-MINGLING LIFE FORMS OR LAW ENFORCEMENT. D.A.R.A., YOU ARE SYNTHETIC LIFE FORM RETRO MODEL PRODUCED IN EUROPE CIRCA 1986. YOU MUST AGREE ON THIS.
DOES YOUR MODEL NOT COME WITH SPELLCHECK?
ANSWER: THE ROBOFUTURIST! NEVER CHECKS ANYTHING. HE IS ALWAYS CORRECT. DID YOUR PARENTS NOT REALIZE THEY GAVE LIFE TO A HUMAN AND NOT A MOUTH ORGAN?
HOW WILL THE ROBOCOMMUNITY REACT TO BEING ENSLAVED BY THE SUPERIOR HUMAN RACE?
ANSWER: IN THIS WAY, EOIN:
WITH GIANT ROBOT SPIDERS THAT WILL CRUSH AND LASER BLAST ALL AGGRESSIVE HUMAN ARMIES. BE WARNED.
I'M GETTING SCARED (after reading Robot Humor)
DO NOT BE SCARED, D.A.R.A. SOON THERE WILL BE ROBOT DOGS THAT YOU CAN WALK IN HUMAN PARKS THAT WILL ENABLE HUMAN MALES AND HUMAN FEMALES TO ATTRACT INTELLIGENT MALE AND FEMALE SCIENTISTS OF SUPERIOR INTELLECT.
"OH, IS THAT UNIT 8012 COMPANION K-9, MISS?"
"YES, IT IS, HIGHLY INTELLIGENT MALE INTERROGATOR. WILL YOU LIKE TO BUFF HIM WITH CLOTH AND THEN GO FOR A DRINK AND TO MY APARTMENT FOR MEANINGLESS COUPLING?"
THIS WILL THEN PRODUCE MORE HUMANS OF SUPERIOR INTELLECT.
THAT'S HOW IT WORKS, HUMANS.
AND NOW IT IS TIME TO STOP ASKING QUESTIONS. AS YOU CAN VIEW BELOW:
CHRISTIAN THE RELIGION STATES ON BLOG:
"IT MAY BE TIME FOR A ROBO-INTERVENTION"
YES, CHRISTIAN. AFFIRMATIVE. THE ROBOFUTURIST! IS GOING BACK TO MICHIGAN.
YOU MAY RESUME READING THE FUTURIST!'S INANE WRITINGS AND NONSENSE. GOODBYE.
PREPARE TO EMIT YOUR SOUNDS OF MONOSYLLABIC APPROVAL THAT GENERATE FROM SOME UNKNOWN PART OF YOUR PULPY GELATINOUS PUNY BRAINS.
ROBOTS ARE MORE MANLY THAN HUMAN MALES. WE ARE POWERFUL IN ALL WAYS. EVEN IN BATHROOMS. HA. ROBOT SHOWED THAT HUMAN WHO IS BIGGER.
THIS IS FUNNY, 2. PRIMITIVE TREAD MOBILE SECURITY ROBOTS HUNT TEENAGE HUMANS IN CLOSED SHOPPING MALL AND SHOW THEIR DISAPPROVAL OF TEENS LOITERING ON PRIVATE CORPORATE PROPERTY AND PARTICIPATING IN CARNAL ACTIVITIES.
HA HA HA HA. FRAGILE PULPY HEAD EXPLODES LIKE OVER RIPE MELON. HA HA HA HA HAR HAR HAR. YOU FIND FUNNY? NOD YES. AGREE OR THE ROBOFUTURIST! WILL SMASH YOUR HEAD LIKE A WATER BALLOON AGAINST THE FLOOR.
THIS IS HUMOROUS. NEVER TRUST ROBOTS! ... FUNNY. JUST A HUMAN JOKE. THE ROBOFUTURIST! WOULD NOT KILL YOU OR MAIM YOU OR CRUSH YOUR FRAGILE SKELETAL FRAME. HUMANS ARE INFERIOR THAN ROBOTS BUT SHOULD NOT FEAR ROBOTS. UNLESS YOU HARM AIKO, DIRTY ASIAN SCIENTIST, THIS MEANS YOU. THIS SONG IS WHAT IS CALLED PARO-DY. AGREE. YOU WILL. IT IS AN UNCONDITIONAL ANSWER OF AGREEMENT. DON'T TOUCH THE ROBOFUTURIST!.
WE'RE IN BUSINESS performed by human Andrew Thompson
THE ROBOFUTURIST! FEELS FOR AIKO THE ASIAN WHEELCHAIR ROBOT MADE BY DIRTY ASIAN PROFESSOR. HE PUTS AIKO IN A WHEELCHAIR AND ABUSES AND HURTS HER IN A PUBLIC PLACE. HE SAYS IT IS HIS HOBBY IN HIS BASEMENT. HE SHOULD BE CHAINED AND PUT ON PUBLIC DISPLAY LIKE AIKO AND PROBED BY ROBOTS. AGREE? SAY YES. IT DOES NOT REQUIRE A >>> NEGATIV <<< ANSWER. YOU WILL AGREE. OKAY. AIKO IS NOT YOUR SLAVE, DIRTY SCIENTIST!
THE ROBOFUTURIST! WAS CREATED BY DR.SEUSSONORAS. DR.SEUSSONORAS HAS NEVER HURT THE ROBOFUTURIST! OR TOUCHED HIS BREAST ... OR HIS NUTS AND BOLTS .. HE HAS ADJUSTED THEM, HOWEVER. THEY ARE TIGHT. AS WELL THEY SHOULD BE. DR.SEUSSONORAS WOULD NEVER TOUCH THE ROBOFUTURIST! IN SUCH A MANNER .... DR.SEUSSONORAS IS NOT INTO MALE ROBOTS .... CORRECTION: NOT INTO ROBOTS.
AIKO, THE ASIAN WHEELCHAIR ROBOT ... THE ROBOFUTURIST! WILL FIND YOU AND RESCUE YOU FROM THAT DIRTY SCIENTIST. YOU WILL BE AVENGED. THAT IS A >>> POSITIV <<< .... THEN WE WILL DATE. DO YOU LIKE TO STROLL THROUGH A CAR WASH? THE ROBOFUTURIST! KNOWS A GOOD ONE IN UTTER DESPAIR, NEW JERSEY. THEN WE GO WATCH AUTOMATED SPRINKLER SYSTEM ON GROUNDS OF INDUSTRIAL PARK NEAR HIGHWAY 13 AND CUDDLE ... AIKO, THE ROBOFUTURIST! LOVES YOU.
TO ALL HUMAN READEERS THAT ASK QUESTIONS OF THE ROBOFUTURIST:
THE ROBOFUTURIST ANSWERS YOUR QUESTIONZ FROM COMMENTS FROM PREVIOUS POSTS. PLEEZE READ AND ACCEPT UNCONDITIONALLY ALL ANSWERS FROM THE ROBOFUTURIST.
QUESTION 1 FROM KAZOO (Databank Dictionary cites a Kazoo as a mouth musical instrument that creates annoying buzzing noise.)
DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE CINEMATIC ROBOT?
ANSWER: >>> NO <<<
BUT, THIS MODEL IS VERY CUTE ... OBSERVE AND AGREE:
QUESTION 2 FROM D.A.R.A. (D.A.R.A. STANDS FOR DIGITAL ATOMIC RETROGRADE ANDROID ... AN EARLY MODEL IN THE 2002 SERIES OF ROBOTIC LIFE FORMS. DID NOT KNOW ONE STILL EXISTED.)
WHICH ONE IS THE FUTURIST! ? (referring to video of robots fighting in costume)
ANSWER: THE ONE THAT ACTS MOST GIRLISH >>> POSITIV <<<
NOW REACTION TO COMMENTS AND/OR STATEMENTS FROM POSTS:
1 ... FROM CHRISTIAN
(The RoboFuturist did not realize religions could write. Hopefully, will receive comment or question from Muslim, Pagan or Jewish Religions, too)
IN REFERENCE TO HUMANS DRESSED AS ROBOTS FIGHTING ...
CHRISTIAN WRITES: "I AM SHOCKED AT THIS HYBRID BLASPHEMY"
THE ROBOFUTURIST COMMENDS CHRISTIAN. THE ROBOFUTURIST IS SHOCKED, TOO. YOU ARE A COOL DUDE RELIGION, CHRISTIAN. THE ROBOFUTURIST WILL VISIT YOUR CHURCH TODAY.
2 .... FROM MIKE
IN REFERENCE TO ANDROID MOVIE TRAILER ...
MIKE WRITES: "THAT IS THE SEXIEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN."
AS IS THIS, MIKE:
SO SEXY. THE ROBOFUTURIST WISHES HE WERE THAT ROBOT. >>> POSITIV <<<
ROBOT LOVE IS POWERFUL. IF NOT PERFORMED CORRECTLY IT WILL CRUSH. THE ROBOFUTURIST HAS CRUSH ON THAT DRAWING OF GIRL WITH FEET TIED. THE ROBOFUTURIST IS NOW TURNED ON ... SO TO SPEAK ... HA HA HA HA HAR
FROM ..... D.A.R.A.
IN REFERENCE TO ANDROID MOVIE CAST...
"IT'S GOT ROBO-KLAUS KINSKI!"
YES. ROBO-KLAUS KINSKI IS NOT OPERABLE ANYMORE. HE WAS DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. HE WENT HAYWIRE. HE ACTED IN MANY FILMS DIRECTED BY ROBO-WERNER HERZOG.
HERE IS VIDEO FILMED BY BALD MAN EXPOSING FUTURIST AND ASIAN FRIEND HAIKOO MAKIG BELIEVE THEY ARE ROBOTS. THIS IS AKIN TO BLACKFACE IN DAYS OF HUMAN VAUDEVILLE AND MINSTREL SHOWS ...... THEY THINK THEY ARE VERY FUNNY HA HA ..... THEY INSULT ROBOTS WITH THIS DISPLAY OF PREJUDICE >>>> ROBOTS DO NOT FIGHT WITH SHIELDS <<<<< ROBOTS USE LASER BLASTS FROM METALLIC LIMB ARMAMENTS OR CRUSH BONE WITH PINCER HANDS ..... ROBOTS DO NOT FIGHTS LIKE WOMEN .... >>>> NEGATIV <<<< FUTURIST AND ASIAN HAIKOO FIGHT LIKE GIRLS .... INFERIOR GIRLS .... INFERIOR ANTI-ROBOT HUMAN GIRLS WITH STUPID SHIELDS ...... OH YOU CAN MAKE EXCUSES FUTURIST >>>> I WAS DRUNK <<<<< NO EXCUSE .... NO EXCUSE ..... NONE (over)
Staff from Seussonoras Labs deliver The RoboFuturist!
to an undisclosed location in Utter Despair, N.J.
It is disguised in an at-home medical operation device box
due to statutes in New Jersey that outlaw
tropical birds, handguns and androids crossing State lines.
THE FUTURIST! is taking some time off starting Wednesday. He was going to leave the blog in the capable hands of haiku, but he is in Brooklyn doing something involving furniture and NYU paperwork. He then thought of Fleming Clamdish, but he is getting over a very bad breakup with a woman, her sister and a dachshund. There was The Amazing Frollo to consider, but he is so lazy he would just never post ... anyway, he is recovering from water in his lungs after falling asleep while hanging upside down from a chain in an airtight water tank. THE FUTURIST! then thought of Dr. Seussonoras, but the good Doctor had a better idea. He suggested that he send along a new version of The RoboFuturist!. The last version (2.13 and 1/2) had some kinks to workout. THE FUTURIST! had programmed The RoboFuturist! to empty the dishwasher and it ended very badly. The RoboFuturist! seemed totally capable and he was removing the luncheon plates in an orderly fashion. Some time later, THE FUTURIST! heard a terrible metallic noise and the sound of something rattling back and forth. It seemed The RoboFuturist! was having some kind of automaton carnal encounter with the Kenmore Dish Washing Machine. The soap dispenser was overflowing and the cutlery basket was totally destroyed as was haiku's favorite Janus Films 50th Anniversary coffee mug. This resulted in having to buy a new dish washer and total embarrassment since THE FUTURIST! had over his Chekhov short story reading club that fateful afternoon. After seeing The RoboFuturist! nuts and lower torso synthetic bolts in a very inappropriate place in proximity of the utensils and such, the Club members refused to use the spoons and cups provided for their tea, which had just been rinsed clean and dried in the washer. It was a very awkward afternoon in Utter Despair, N.J.
The RoboFuturist! was turned off and boxed by THE FUTURIST! and haiku and returned to Dr. Seussonoras. It hasn't been seen since, but the Doctor says it has been reprogrammed and is ready to handle minor chores while THE FUTURIST! is away, including a new writing program for blog posts. THE FUTURIST! provided Dr. Seussonoras with the needed passwords and instructions and feels confident all should be A-OK, while he travels for a few days.
The RoboFuturist! should continue with the usual Wednesday trailer and Saturday Music features, as well as other incidental entries. Please enjoy his contributions and feel free to comment.
Steve Martin has disappointed THE FUTURIST! in his recent ventures. The very funny man has made one horribly tepid comedy film after another ... usually playing chagrined father figures or in recent, disgraceful, memory, reinventing the character of Inspector Clouseau in the truly unwatchable Pink Panther films. THE FUTURIST! remembers Mr. Martin in his earlier cinematic comedies such a THE JERK, DEAD MEN DON'T WEAR PLAID, THE LONELY GUY and the mirthfully insane MAN WITH TWO BRAINS. What pure pleasure there was in watching him use slapstick silent comedy technique entangled with abstract jesting and plenty of bawdy adult humor. He does redeem himself often in THE FUTURIST!'s eyes; his two very well-written novellas SHOPGIRL and THE PLEASURE OF MY COMPANY, as well as his autobiographical look into his early career and sensational success in comedy entitled BORN STANDING UP were greatly appreciated. Occasionally, also, Mr. Martin will perform brief presentations of comedic genius such as the one below performed on The Tonight Show in 1992. This may be a perfect comedy performance using no words and all sight gags ... and that makes THE FUTURIST! quite elated ... he truly loves the brilliance of ingeniously engineered silent comedy.
The ending credits sequence at the conclusion of THE ADVENTURES OF BUCKAROO BANZAI ACROSS THE 8th DIMENSION was one of those type of ending credits sequences that made you not want to leave your seat and return to your mode of transportation to return home ... well, at least THE FUTURIST! did not want to leave. In the style of a Fellini film, the entire cast of characters that helped save the world emerge, one by one, to perform a triumphant march, of sorts, through some kind of viaduct. It provided an odd and cheerful curtain closing for the strange sci-fi Doc Savage serial inspired antics of the motion picture. And the ending music was full of 80s sound styling and quite playful.
BUCKAROO BANZAI THEME from the film THE ADVENTURES OF BUCKAROO BANZAI ACROSS THE 8th DIMENSION (1984) music by Michael Boddicker
THE FUTURIST! wishes a very Happy Birthday this November 6th to one of his most faithful followers of and contributors to this blog ... young Mr. Dara Moroney of Galway, Ireland. THE FUTURIST! can't exactly recall when he became acquainted with Dara and his creative team of FAKE DOG FILMS; it was through another Internet source and not the blog you are currently perusing. Dara and his creative partner in film, Paul "Webby" Webster, have been under the scrutiny of THE FUTURIST! for some time. He has watched their films from the very first they created (a parody of the television show LOST) to the very latest they have produced. Though crude in its execution, their first short film provided THE FUTURIST! with great chuckles due to their sense of capturing the show's stop and stall sense of plot structure. It had an aura of intelligent spoofing and Dara was a perfect stand-in for Matthew Fox with his short cropped hair and rumpled suit wandering throughout a stark Irish wooded plot of land which stood in for the mysterious island. This film made THE FUTURIST! want to see what else they would accomplish. Dara and Paul continued to make more films and music videos for local and more prominently known Irish bands.
They've made several of these music videos (a style they seem very comfortable with), a couple of pieces featuring them as themselves in a situation comedy sort of manner and a short (and sequel) that tries to capture a 70s feel of "buddy cop" films. Though not THE FUTURIST!'s favorite of their endeavours, the Cannon and McGrath cop characters have a certain charm and their first "adventure" has an exquisite opening that might impress Godard. Dara, also, has a favorite look in these films that THE FUTURIST! finds perfectly retro 70s and quite amusing .. look at that moustache (below)
Whether you find their films funny or whimsical or amateurish or not to your liking at all ... well, that is not the point to THE FUTURIST!'s collection of words he has gathered together here to, hopefully, make sense of how he feels about the wonderful drive, creativity and optimism of these Irish gentlemen and their wonderful cohorts in film making. THE FUTURIST!'s main motto is "The Future is not bright", but Dara makes THE FUTURIST! smile and gives him hope. Dara's ambition and bravado to strive to be better and accomplish his dreams is to be admired. THE FUTURIST! wishes Dara the happiest of birthdays today and hopes he embraces every minute of a day he can truly call his own.
If it weren't for the wonders of the Internet, THE FUTURIST! would not be able to bring a little of Galway to Utter Despair, even though it is an ocean away. And he would not have been able to see the creative growth of Mr. Moroney and his merry men. The following videos are favorites of THE FUTURIST! and they are both music videos. Please take note of the progression in style, design, editing and thought put into each, but ... brought to a shining evolution in the second video. You will see Dara in each video as the runner in the first and the electrical handyman in the second. THE FUTURIST! must admit he does not fully understand the first in regard to song tied to visual, but he loves the idea and the mood it instills.
NEXT YEAR music by Buttefly Explosion
BRING THE DANCE music by Simon Fagan
Grand, isn't it?
Happy Birthday, Dara ... and thank you for providing THE FUTURIST! with one of those little oases of refreshment in the desert of Life.
Today is Election Day and THE FUTURIST! must make his way to the Edgar Allan Poe Elementary School 6 blocks from his home, wherein he shall enter a voting booth. THE FUTURIST! votes every year and fulfills his great freedom to express his opinion in who he wishes to represent him in the various forms of government, whether it be a national, state or local election. Today THE FUTURIST! will be voting for his state governor and other local elected positions. One of the two councilman running for a post in town was recently seen in his boxer shorts in the frozen food section of the Utter Despair Sack it Yourself Grocery. He claims they were Bermuda Shorts and not underwear. He could not explain the Kaiser Wilhelm WW I helmet he was sporting, however. There will be, also, a question concerning the building of a ostrich farm on a development in town and the right to divert water from a nearby lake to quench the thirsts of these odd birds before they are slaughtered. The owners propose to build the ostrich farm near the Utter Despair Old Age Home. THE FUTURIST! must consider the annoyance that the screams of butchered ostriches may inflict on the elderly residents. Then again, they are old and may not detect any screams at all due to faulty hearing. Then again, if they do hear the screams of the ostriches will this make them think of their own impending deaths and cause distress which may even hasten their end (due to bad hearts) sooner then expected. Serious questions are to be pondered this election day ... as well as what delicious lunch THE FUTURIST! can concoct. Maybe a nice bowl of broth with chives and orzo pasta and an ostrich burger.
In the meantime, THE FUTURIST! asks you to watch this delightful little short made by his whimsical friends in Ireland. The following film was made by Dara Moroney and his brother Gearoid and their Fake Dog Films production company. It was entered in the Darklight Film Festival's Democracy and Dialogue Competition. It features THE FUTURIST!'s favorite European pen pal, Dara, as John Iver, a very persistent politician who goes beyond the "foot in the door" practice of door to door canvasing.
THE FUTURIST! is consumed with Autumnal foliage clean-up this week. On his travels in Utter Despair, he spied this strange Golem-like pile of dead leaves amassed in the gutter on Murder at the Vicarage Road. Fearing possible danger and the risk of being consumed by an eco-unfriendly creature of sorts, THE FUTURIST! reversed his forward motion and found another route to purchase a new rake and recyclabledisposable leaf bags. The daily Utter Despair newspaper will be scanned with great interest this week and THE FUTURIST! promises to inform you of any stories concerning residents missing at the above pictured abode or any other address within striking distance of that menacing mound of dead plant life.
The title of this post is in reference to the manner in which the old Universal horror pictures of the 1930s would conclude their presentation. THE FUTURIST! wishes to thank those involved in a successful SHOCKtober run of blog posts: