THE AMAZING FROLLO answers Random Questions on Films
In a new feature, THE FUTURIST! will ask his faraway friend THE AMAZING FROLLO (the world’s laziest magician, now Laziest Filmmaker) to comment on films, film history, and actors … while he eats fast food or laboratory processed snacks.
THE FUTURIST! ASKS …
What do you think of Blake Edwards’ 10?
10 is so bad that halfway through I turned it off and just watched the black tv screen for another hour instead.
Instead of making a movie about a bunch of people with tons of money and fake problems he probably could have saved some trouble and filmed a big pile of money, possibly with Bo Derek writhing around in it. It would have been less work and more artistically relevant.
THE FUTURIST! presents:
THE 9 WICKED LIVES OF MEOWCHIAVELLI
While attending the CANNES FILM FESTIVAL this week, Meowchiavelli reminisced about his long ago visit to France as a kitten and the cat he met there named Clawed Meownet.
They had such a wonderful time prancing about the alleys and streets, wandering along the waterside, and sampling the tasty cuisine offered to them by the friendly feline loving Parisians.
It was such an innocent time in Meowchiavelli’s life. But …
… then they met Meowrie Antoinette … a very precocious little feline who caught their animal attention and libidos. Soon, the three were like a feline JULES AND JIM trio having a back and forth coupling. However, as is true in these sort of male/female threesomes, one cat loses out … and it was little Meowchiavelli. Oh, little Clawed wanted the friendship to continue … he loved Meowchiavelli so much. But, Meowchiavelli would not forgive the turn of events in the way the mysteries of love can attract one to another.
Eventually there were recriminations, scratching, hissing and nasty urine spraying between the once friends. To this day, the two fire back eCat-mail messages to each other with nastiness like the old friendship between Truffaut and Godard that turned sour.
Such could be an answer to why today the older Meowchiavelli is so bitter, so nasty and overturns neighbors’ garbage cans.
To this day, when Meowchiavelli visits Cannes, he defecates in front of Clawed and Meowrie’s front doorstep.
Oh, that Meowchiavelli. So wicked.
(via micahhangelo)
SEE YOU NEXT WEDNESDAY!
THE GREAT ESCAPE (1963, John Sturges)
*special See You Next Wednesday! birthday celebration post dedicated to THE FUTURIST!’s dear friend Katherine. Best Wishes! (and maybe, also, a metaphor for today in TF!’s life)
THE FUTURIST! ASKS …
Now … just a moment … was that recent government scandal in the news about the Justice Department tapping the phones of A.P. Reporters or the phone records of APE Reporters?
Martin Short displays perfect poise in …
SUMMING UP THE FUTURIST!’s DAY
* fetal positions are so comforting
pronunciation | “ne-me-‘siz-m
IF IT’S TUESDAY …
IT MUST BE … the day that Lydecker Galloway is supposed to meet Olivia Offenbach after contacting her via the Utter Despair NJ Internet Dating service called DateWithDestiny. Lydecker told Olivia he would would be wearing a Swedish Depression Blue double-breasted suit, burgandy tie, and a carnation in his lapel.
AS is usual, DateWithDestiny has never proven satisfactory for Lydecker. Again his date hasn’t appeared and … ironically he chose to meet on a bench outside the expensive and chic HOPE GROWS LIKE IVY restaurant.
THE FUTURIST! suggests Lydecker wear socks next time he arranges a rendezvous; that could be the reason his blind dates walk on by … or maybe DateWithDestiny is trying to tell the sad always postive fool something … his destiny is to reserve a table for one.
The delightfully precarious game of chance called Minesweeper assists in:
SUMMING UP THE FUTURIST!’s DAY
:( Sad face!
(via screenshotsofdespair)
