Behold the Power of Cheese!
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cabbitzilla*tries to stop laughing*
Dear God, I'd forgotten just how deliciously awful this movie was, but after rattling off an entire block of dialogue at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nightambre (and the rest of the poor trapped souls on the DPS channel on WoW) I felt obliged to dig out my (badly *sob!*) aging copy. What film, you ask? Oh, you really don't want to go there.
What? No, I'm being totally serious, you just don't wanna kno... well, if you must. *smacks the Blazing Saddles fans* No, not -that- movie.
THIS MOVIE.
Yes, I made you look. Nyah!
So what am I babbling about here? Ah, well, here's the reasoning. My mood's been ... unstable, lately. Volatile. And very prone to sudden crashes. At least part of it can be attributed to having a therapist with a clue; the fallout from trying to actually sort and order the chaos that is me is bound to have some side effects. Several other quirks have come to light recently... most of them refining and redirecting the already known doll issues. Discovering what's beneath that was ... startling. *comment snipped* That didn't need to be here. The people involved already know who they are, and that they're adored. At any rate, my mood's been cycling with frightening speed of late, so I wasn't surprised to discover myself blue, listless, and completely unmotivated this morning. A bit of banging about online brought some bright moments, but the overall mood continued to sink. And then a stray thought wandered through my brain about a way to roll back the tides of darkness a bit.
It worked, and worked well. Not one of these performers thought this was a straight up film; in their own ways, every member of the cast was going totally off the rails. Max von Sydow's facial expressions and eye ticks are hysterical, though they're subtle enough that some of the other ham and cheesery will drown them out if you don't watch carefully. Timothy Dalton went out of his way to be as stiff and boardlike as possible, well aware that he was the nearest thing to a straight man in the lineup. Richard O'Brien looks like he's constantly fighting the temptation to start wandering around the sets like a hunchback, and say "Arms and legs, Master?" to Dalton. Watch for it... you can -see- it in his eyes. Brian Blessed is completely over the top, belting out his lines like a drunken dwarf at a burlesque show. And Topol tries (and fails utterly, which makes it even funnier) to play his parts as straight as Dalton. Sam Jones? I'm not sure if his perceived non-acting ability is actually a brilliant act or if he really is that awful and just having a good time and not worrying about it. :p
The upshot? I laughed. A lot. And then laughed more, and had to find tissue because I couldn't -see- anymore. It bodes well for the rest of the day, and maybe I'll actually -have- a nice night. There are some things that it's okay to laugh at, even if other folk don't understand and don't 'get it'. ("Shut up Mr Burton! You were not brought upon this world to get it!").
... I'm going to go pack for the weekend now. I also need to call my sister and find out if Tommy's managed to put himself out of commission. So much to do...
Dear God, I'd forgotten just how deliciously awful this movie was, but after rattling off an entire block of dialogue at
nightambre (and the rest of the poor trapped souls on the DPS channel on WoW) I felt obliged to dig out my (badly *sob!*) aging copy. What film, you ask? Oh, you really don't want to go there.What? No, I'm being totally serious, you just don't wanna kno... well, if you must. *smacks the Blazing Saddles fans* No, not -that- movie.
THIS MOVIE.
Yes, I made you look. Nyah!
So what am I babbling about here? Ah, well, here's the reasoning. My mood's been ... unstable, lately. Volatile. And very prone to sudden crashes. At least part of it can be attributed to having a therapist with a clue; the fallout from trying to actually sort and order the chaos that is me is bound to have some side effects. Several other quirks have come to light recently... most of them refining and redirecting the already known doll issues. Discovering what's beneath that was ... startling. *comment snipped* That didn't need to be here. The people involved already know who they are, and that they're adored. At any rate, my mood's been cycling with frightening speed of late, so I wasn't surprised to discover myself blue, listless, and completely unmotivated this morning. A bit of banging about online brought some bright moments, but the overall mood continued to sink. And then a stray thought wandered through my brain about a way to roll back the tides of darkness a bit.
It worked, and worked well. Not one of these performers thought this was a straight up film; in their own ways, every member of the cast was going totally off the rails. Max von Sydow's facial expressions and eye ticks are hysterical, though they're subtle enough that some of the other ham and cheesery will drown them out if you don't watch carefully. Timothy Dalton went out of his way to be as stiff and boardlike as possible, well aware that he was the nearest thing to a straight man in the lineup. Richard O'Brien looks like he's constantly fighting the temptation to start wandering around the sets like a hunchback, and say "Arms and legs, Master?" to Dalton. Watch for it... you can -see- it in his eyes. Brian Blessed is completely over the top, belting out his lines like a drunken dwarf at a burlesque show. And Topol tries (and fails utterly, which makes it even funnier) to play his parts as straight as Dalton. Sam Jones? I'm not sure if his perceived non-acting ability is actually a brilliant act or if he really is that awful and just having a good time and not worrying about it. :p
The upshot? I laughed. A lot. And then laughed more, and had to find tissue because I couldn't -see- anymore. It bodes well for the rest of the day, and maybe I'll actually -have- a nice night. There are some things that it's okay to laugh at, even if other folk don't understand and don't 'get it'. ("Shut up Mr Burton! You were not brought upon this world to get it!").
... I'm going to go pack for the weekend now. I also need to call my sister and find out if Tommy's managed to put himself out of commission. So much to do...
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Date: 2006-07-14 06:00 pm (UTC)