First an exciting car chase through a deli (look- there’s Woody!)
where everybody gets a sandwich, except for that irritating vegetarian cop who wants broccoli and tofu
then Marissa does her exciting dance number while making a quick getaway through the sewers in a leaky Russian submarine
plenty of cgi and greenscreen here as the sea turtles (actually secret British agents) fight to exit before little green men show up with magazine subscriptions and make them pay a hefty fine for parking under a full moon. One says,”See here, that’s just not cricket!” Hah! Get it? Then Jeff pushes through those swinging Wild-West saloon doors for the showdown with Mrs. Munson who confesses to the crime of too many tomatoes in her garden. (with me so far?) They have it out on the deserted street while tumbleweeds pass through town singing garbled chipmunk rap about standing their ground. That could really be good. Meanwhile, back in Tulsa, Oklahoma, they all turn on their radios at the same time (some sort of weird cosmic-ray thing is crackling on all those speakers, shrinking and turning their ears pink and pointy) while they still can’t decide if it’s brunch or lunch- (still not too sure about that part- let’s run it through legal to see if we can get away with the product-placement) OK. Now, we still haven’t quite decided whether to blow up just Tulsa or all of Oklahoma, but that’ll be more cgi with some real shit-kickin’ music while everybody hollers and cheers except for Jeff and Mrs. Munson, who are still busy playing gin to see who’s walking away with the tomatoes. Now a train shows up. (No, the old-fashioned kind) with purple steam and sparklers going hoochycoochy hoochycoochy while the crocodile-shoe people tie poor Marissa to the track with the expectations of at least putting a stop to her dancing career. But just as we think its all over the train is deflated by a sharp comment and Marissa wears a crocodile suit in her final number before the exciting car chase and explosions as they all head West into the setting Sun. Classic!
July 23, 2013
First an exciting car chase through a deli (look- there’s Woody!)
where everybody gets a sandwich, except for that irritating vegetarian cop who wants broccoli and tofu
then Marissa does her exciting dance number while making a quick getaway through the sewers in a leaky Russian submarine
plenty of cgi and greenscreen here as the sea turtles (actually secret British agents) fight to exit before little green men show up with magazine subscriptions and make them pay a hefty fine for parking under a full moon. One says,”See here, that’s just not cricket!” Hah! Get it? Then Jeff pushes through those swinging Wild-West saloon doors for the showdown with Mrs. Munson who confesses to the crime of too many tomatoes in her garden. (with me so far?) They have it out on the deserted street while tumbleweeds pass through town singing garbled chipmunk rap about standing their ground. That could really be good. Meanwhile, back in Tulsa, Oklahoma, they all turn on their radios at the same time (some sort of weird cosmic-ray thing is crackling on all those speakers, shrinking and turning their ears pink and pointy) while they still can’t decide if it’s brunch or lunch- (still not too sure about that part- let’s run it through legal to see if we can get away with the product-placement) OK. Now, we still haven’t quite decided whether to blow up just Tulsa or all of Oklahoma, but that’ll be more cgi with some real shit-kickin’ music while everybody hollers and cheers except for Jeff and Mrs. Munson, who are still busy playing gin to see who’s walking away with the tomatoes. Now a train shows up. (No, the old-fashioned kind) with purple steam and sparklers going hoochycoochy hoochycoochy while the crocodile-shoe people tie poor Marissa to the track with the expectations of at least putting a stop to her dancing career. But just as we think its all over the train is deflated by a sharp comment and Marissa wears a crocodile suit in her final number before the exciting car chase and explosions as they all head West into the setting Sun. Classic!
July 24, 2013
*whimper*
July 24, 2013
Mosquitoes. More and more, invulnerable to all known pesticides, carrying a variety of deadly diseases. Oh, wait, I just described NJ.
July 27, 2013
I knew I had seen the “years later” line before:
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Still a great line. The fake Russian is a delightful little one-shot.
July 30, 2013
I love you and your work. So beautifully elitist in your high-brow, sarcastic humour, but I love it ;)
You rock
August 25, 2013
Glennnn my good man, you are a weirdo.