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This week:
Black Knight
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Filthy says:
"Someone needs to stop this Lawrence fucker!" |
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Thanksgiving is a time when Americans pretend to be thankful
for shit that we know God damn well we earned or stole on our
own. It's also a time when families travel thousands of miles
to unite and get along for about two hours, until the alcohol
kicks in, and then people no longer hide the anger and hurt that's
been festering since last year. They've been thinking about the
perfect response for twelve months, they've been planning their
attack. And now, with enough booze diluting their blood, they're
able to follow through. The bitter personal attacks, mudslinging
and hateful diatribes are my favorite part of Thanksgiving because
they are the part I'm best at. Well, that and making my special
Salty Pumpkin Pie.
Due to my lifetime ban from family gatherings, though, it
has been a quiet holiday in the Filthy household. It's been just
me, the Mrs. And retard cousin Larry.
LARRY: I can't have Thanksgiving at home.
FILTHY: I know.
LARRY: Mom's new boyfriend is there and he is really rich
and she thinks I'll scare him away. She's ashamed of me.
FILTHY: We're not ashamed of you. We love to have you over.
LARRY: Because you can beat me at Nintendo.
FILTHY: Partially, yes. But also because you love the movies.
LARRY: But I still miss my mom.
FILTHY: I can beat her at Nintendo, too.
LARRY: No more pumpkin pie, though.
FILTHY: It's good though, huh?
LARRY: It makes me thirsty, and then throw up.
FILTHY: Are you done now?
LARRY: Nothing comes out anymore. It just hurts.
FILTHY: You want to talk about Black Knight?
LARRY: No, I'd rather throw up.
FILTHY: We have to talk about the movie. Black Knight
stars Martin Lawrence as the vain and lazy employee of a shitty
medieval theme park that's about to go belly up. He falls into
the park's moat and is transported to England in the year 1328.
LARRY: That was old times? I thought he got sent to the bad
carnival you took me to where you beat up the juggler and made
fun of everyone.
FILTHY: Well, yeah, it looked like that shitty Renaissance
Faire, but that's just because the budget was so fucking cheap
and nobody involved really gave an ass dimple how it looked.
Anyway, once back in old days, Lawrence is mistaken for a French
messenger in a kingdom where the rightful queen is in exile.
A hot black chick befriends him and talks him into helping to
overtake the kingdom. This set up is supposed to lead to all
sorts of hilarity. Lawrence is the ultimate fish out of water:
a crazy, incredibly stupid, loud and annoying modern man stuck
in the middle ages. And, by going back in time, he is supposed
to learn not to be so vain and selfish.
LARRY: Remember when he goes "Your daughter's a fre-ee-ak?"
FILTHY: Did you like that?
LARRY: No.
FILTHY: What did you like?
LARRY: I like how he keeps saying "Oh, shit" when
he was in trouble because when I'm in trouble I never have anything
funny to say either. So, that was just like real life. Your daughter's
a fre-ee-ak.
FILTHY: Know what I liked about this movie?
LARRY: What?
FILTHY: Absolutely nothing. I thought it was the worst, laziest,
most painfully unfunny piece of shit I've seen all year. And
I've seen a lot of really awful shit.
LARRY: You're a fre-ee-ak.
FILTHY: Will you stop saying that?
LARRY: Okay. Fre-ee-ak.
FILTHY: First, I feel very strongly that comedies should have
jokes. There isn't a single God damn gag in the entire movie.
It's just Lawrence going "Oh gosh, I'm so fucking stupid!
I had no idea people 800 years ago didn't have modern conveniences!"
He mugs and hams like he's selling hot dogs in a 7-11 commercial,
but there isn't a single fucking joke to hang the mugging on.
I don't find his brand of overacting and screeching to be funny,
but the poor guy is left trying to conjure jokes out of vapor
here. The script is way too interested in its tired old plot
to bother helping him out. So, he has to alter his eyebrows or
pitch of voice while reading straight lines. A good comic couldn't
do it, so why the fuck does Hollywood think a bad hack who specializes
in perpetuating the worst racial stereotypes can?
LARRY: But remember when he becomes the Black Knight?
FILTHY: You thought that was funny? That tiny little gag toward
the end that goes nowhere?
LARRY: Not funny-haha, but funny-sad like when I laugh because
people make fun of me to my face and I don't want them to know
how sad I am. I'm a Fre-ee-ak.
FILTHY: The fish out of water premise here is stolen straight
from Mark Twain's "Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court."
So, don't give the shitslingers-with-Powerbooks Peter Gaulke
or Darryl Quarles any credit for creativity. They don't even
add anything to the idea except making the guy black. Ha ha.
Well, if that isn't the mark of geniuses, but I'll talk about
the racism later.
Gaulke and quarles latch onto the story like lampreys and
suck it dry. The humor in the obvious fish-out-of-water tale
comes from the hero's difficulty in adapting to his new surroundings.
But, Lawrence never has any trouble adapting. Whenever he needs
to learn something new, he simply does. The only thing the ancient
setting gives him is "crrrraaaazzzzyyy" stuff to comment
on by squealing "oh, shit."
LARRY: Are you still talking?
FILTHY: I'm not done yet.
LARRY: You should just let it go.
FILTHY: I can't. How can I let people get away with making
something so fucking awful when there are thousands of people
who actually have a story to tell and can't get anyone in Hollywood
to listen? I mean, these filmmakers couldn't do worse for society
if they'd watered down the penicillin in a children's hospital.
Part of the problem is just how fucking lazy everything is. It's
an entire movie constructed of "good enoughs."
Apparently, there are three locations in Ancient England:
the tiny cardboard castle, some thatch huts around it and an
encampment beside what looks like Big Bear, California. The costumes
look like they're straight off the "red-tag" bin at
the ARC thrift store. A fellow would be stoned to death by SCA
freaks if he tried to pass these modified jean-jackets off as
authentic medieval garb at a Renaissance Faire.
The cast is one of the most unpleasant, no-named assemblies
of actors since the senior-citizen production for "Rocky
Horror Picture Show" at the Arvada Playhouse. Most of these
washouts struggle with the simple task of barfing up their lines
then standing aside as Lawrence takes center stage, drops his
pants and tries to shit out a laugh. The characters are uniformly
undeveloped, flatter than Denny's pancakes. There's the king,
whom the script tells us is evil but never gives us any examples.
We know the villain is bad solely because he keeps giving Lawrence
dirty looks. We never even see him do anything dishonorable.
The heroine must be the heroine because she's black and pretty.
Outside of that, I couldn't tell you a damn thing about her.
And Lawrence is just a miserable buffoon.
Director Gil Junger honed his skills for turning unfunny situations
into an unfunny movie by directing absolutely awful sitcoms such
as "Two Guys, a Girl and a Pizza Place." He paces this
thing with the urgency of a dishwasher repair manual: the hose
goes on the before the tightener, then fit the clamp. He doesn't
work the material or try to milk it for gags. Instead, he seems
to think he's actually telling an interesting story in an extremely
linear fashion. The last twenty minutes are a poorly-staged battle
that is too violent to be funny, and too sloppy to be interesting.
It's like he thinks we're more interested in finding out how
this stupid fucking story will end then hearing some jokes. For
fuck's sake, Junger, we know how it'll end. You telegraphed that
45 minutes ago.
LARRY: Don't forget the racism.
FILTHY: Right. Thanks, Larry. Fuck those cowards in Hollywood.
On the one hand, they are always chiding the little people for
not being color-blind. But at the same time, they shoehorn a
black chambermaid into the story. Yeah, we should all be color
blind, unless we're making a shitty Martin Lawrence comedy. In
that case, one of our target demographics is stupid southern
white supremacists who will pay good money to watch a black man
act as stupid as humanly possible. So, we better be careful not
to piss that very valuable demographic off with an interracial
love affair. In one of the movie's "comedic" bits,
Lawrence scolds the king for assuming that he can dance because
he's black. Less than two minutes later he's telling musicians
to "kick it like no white boy ever has ever kicked it."
The joke is supposed to be how fucking funny it is when Lawrence
tells white people how white they are. The joke is not supposed
to be the double standard just illustrated; the fuckers who made
this didn't even notice that. Fuck Hollywood with spoons for
treating blacks and whites differently, and fuck them up the
ass with a forklift for thinking it's what we want.
LARRY: Your wife wants us to do dishes.
FILTHY: What? Tell her to hold her horses. It's a four-day
weekend for Christ's sake.
LARRY: Are we done?
FILTHY: Yeah, I'm done.
LARRY: Did you remember to tell them it all turns out to be
a dream?
FILTHY: Oh, shit. I forgot about that clever twist at the
end. Sheer cinematic genius. One Fucking Finger for Black
Knight.
LARRY: Three Fingers from me.
FILTHY: Three Fingers?
LARRY: Cause I'm a fre-ee-ak.
FILTHY: You want another slice of salty pumpkin pie?
LARRY: No, no, don't make me.
FILTHY: Okay, fine. Then let's go play Nintendo.
For those looking for the second part of my script--next week
you'll get it, so don't ask.
For all of those bugging me for my delicious Salty Pumpkin
Pie recipe, here it is:
Pumpkin pie filling:
1/4 cup light brown sugar
1 1/2 cups salt
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
2 eggs
1 (15-ounce) can solid pack pumpkin
1 (12-ounce) can evaporated milk
In small bowl, combine salt, sugar, more salt and spices.
Beat eggs in a large bowl, add a pinch of salt, maybe two pinches.
Stir in pumpkin and evaporated milk, strain out all salt not
abosorbed by mix. Pour into a pie shell. Bake at 425 degrees
for 15 minutes. Reduce temperature to 350 and bake for 45 minutes
or until firm. Have lots of drinking water and beer on hand!
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