A very nice deliberately derivative piece:
I’d like to know…
This past weekend I finally got around to watching a documentary that I’ve had saved in my DVR for ages called Charlie: The Life and Art of Charles Chaplin. It was a really well done doc, and I really enjoyed it. After watching it, I was inspired to rewatch some Chaplin. (I had not done so in a long time.)
So I had a little mini marathon last night in which I watched A Dog’s Life, The Kid, The Great Dictator, and what is not only my favorite Chaplin, but one of my top five favorite movies of all time: Limelight. The thing, though, that I realized between the doc and the movies last night is just what an incredible genius he was. I’ve seen plenty of Chaplin before, and I have always enjoyed him, but it wasn’t until this past week that I have ever been just overwhelmed by his greatness. I literally can’t even contemplate being that good.
This got me wondering about my fellow Lichtenbergians as artists. Since were are all artists in at least one way or another, I am curious. Who is someone that while you have a deep respect and admiration for, there is also a deep-seeded jealousy. You are amazed by the talent, you can’t even wrap your head around being that brilliant, and yet you secretly wish you were as gifted. Who is the Mozart to your Salieri?
I ask because it is a silly thing to think about, but I am always wanting to discover new things. I’d love to hear of a nemesis that I hadn’t previously known and explore a new artists. (Do you see the irony? By revealing who your nemesis is, you may inspire someone to enjoy his work.)
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L.08.5: Critical Review Assignment
Leonard Maltin’s Movie Guide
pp 665-667
Article: “The Road to the Netherworld”
Considered by a largely cult following to be one of the most undersung films of all time, Mike Funt’s The Road to the Netherworld definitely deserves honorable mention in pass4sure EC0-232 the category of dark comedy. The film is a comic retelling of The Ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead, under the guise of a Hope and Crosby “Road” picture of the 1940’s.
The film begins with Benny Stern and Flash Hollins having just shed their mortality, pass4sure 000-998 when the ship on which they are song and dance entertainers crashes into a rocky shoal during a storm. The two are find themselves wisecracking their way through the afterlife as they face trial upon tribulation on their journey to the hereafter. One comic highlight involves the pair huckstering their way past the god Re during a tap-dancing number with lyrics like “Off we’re gonna shuffle, shuffle off our mortal coil.” This is a parallel to the song given to sing to appease Re in the ancient text.
The fast-paced, one-liner dialogue is a forte of Funt’s, and if there is nothing else to be said for this film, it is funny. However, if your looking for strong characters or a plot not chock full of holes and inconsistencies, this might not be the film for you. Although, if you are a fan of the Hope and Crosby films, you pass4sure MB2-867 know those things aren’t the strong suit pass4sure 1Z1-520 of this genre.
Overall, very fun, and slightly educational.
B+
New Project
The radio station that I listen to on my way into work is running a contest right now that is very Lichtenbergian. In honor of people who put off their taxes to the last minute, they are asking that people send in stories of procrastination. This can be a story where the procrastination resulted in either amazing victory or humiliating defeat. The winner will get to have their taxes done for free.
My taxes are already done, so I’m out of the contest. It did make me curious, though. I would love to hear the Lichtenbegians’ best procrastination stories.
Mike
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Back at Last
March 11, 2008
New York Times
North Hollywood, California. Camera bulbs flashed aplenty yesterday evening outside of the Hollywood Tower Hotel, but this was no star-studded gala or blockbuster movie premiere. No, the press turned out in droves to see a press conference held by an unknown comedian and comedy writer–at least someone claiming to be such. The reason this PC attracted so much attention is that the person who has lived for 26 years as Mike Funt admitted, at last, to being in actuality Amelia Earhart.
Earhart went missing and was presumed dead since January 1939, during her attempt to be the first pilot to circumnavigate the globe. What actually happened, she explained during the press conference yesterday, is that she had grown weary of aviation and wanted to enter show business. “Comedy is a tough business for a woman,” said Earhart. “I knew I would never pull it off as a woman. So I landed my plane in Japan, purchased a new wardrobe, and flew back to the states.”
Earhart went on to explain that in her new identity as a man, she had no life experience from which to draw comedy. She decided to lay low for a while and find a family in which she could grow up as a male. Finally, in 1982 she discovered the Funt family in Tampa, Florida. They seemed dysfunctional enough to provide the appropriate mentality for a comedian. She approached the Funts with her plan, and after a $100,000 enticement, they agreed to raise her as their son.
Afraid that friends and neighbors in Tampa would become leery of a new baby when Mrs. Funt hadn’t even been pregnant, the Funts and their phony child moved to the small town of Newnan, just south of Atlanta in Georgia. Earhart did everything she could to make the experience as horrible as possible. She deliberately made herself a nerdy bookworm of a young boy, a dorky and socially awkward teenager, and saw to it that the Funts were divorced. She went out of her way to make her childhood and teen years as hellish as possible to provided the painful background and thirst for attention that all comedians need.
After achieving mild levels of success in various cities around the country, Earhart returned to her actual hometown of North Hollywood, where as Mike Funt, she finally met her goals of performing and writing comedy in Hollywood. However, being 111 years old and being so close to her original life finally put enough pressure on her to come clean. Earhart refused to comment on whether she would continue to write and perform as Funt.