[Sante Sangre 9 1st Impression Part 1]
Step inside our circus tent.
Please ignore the dead elephant
We had to give him up for Lent
Step inside! Step inside!
We've got thrills and shocks
Downs kids snorting Chinese Rock
Leave your right ear in the box
Come inside! Come inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!
Left behind the bars
Orgo samples the tattooed lady's charms
Won't someone please call the gendarmes
Before his wife is totally…
Come on all you plebes
Get up on your pedem
Get with the metrum
There's a brand new dance craze sweeping the Imperium
And it's called the Funky...Fall of...Roman Civilization
Well there's a riot in the Forum
There's a fire in the street
There's poor Livius bein' trampled
By a thousand drunken feet
There's a horde of filthy Germanic tribesmen
Fighting our legions without a chance
Now don't that make you want
To jump right up and start to dance?…
I've been feeling really bored by films lately, so I'll be taking a break from LB and bingeing on Seasons 12-16 of Time Team for a few days, daydreaming about helping to excavate Iron Age Brochs in Scotland, and having a few pints of ale with Tony, Carenza, and Phil, as we raise a glass in honor of the sadly departed Mick Aston.
Y'all behave yourselves while I'm gone...or not.
As a teenager, I devoured every Ray Bradbury short story and novel I could get my hands on, but none affected me as deeply as "The Martian Chronicles," a bittersweet, introspective, and melancholic examination of an alien civilization being slowly destroyed by human colonization. Although not originally published as a single novel, Bradbury took a number of his short stories and wove them together masterfully into a single arc, starting with the first human expeditions to Mars, all of which…
I get why this film resonates so much with a specific demographic of nostalgic old hippies, and aging baby-boomers who feel creatively stifled by their careers, but its central message of tuning in, turning on, and dropping out was a tad outdated even when it was originally released, and it certainly hasn't aged like a fine wine since.
But what really chaps my ass are the 1-dimensional strawmen authority figures that director Hal Ashby sets up as Harold's obstacles on…
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♪ Girlfriend with no body
I know, I know
It's serious ♪
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