I was watching "Striptease" earlier in the evening. I was actually watching something earlier but it ended then that started and I didn't want to reach for the remote. I mean it was over on the other side of the pizza box. I wasn't gonna move just to change the channel.
The movie is hot garbage but then I tend to like watching dumpster fire movies to try and put myself into the minds of the actors and people behind the cameras making this putrid waste of time.
But then Burt Reynolds came on the screen. I remembered he was the reason to watch the movie. (Oh also the absolutely funny job by the liquid metal Terminator as the criminal ex-husband. When he Burt and Demi wearing some rather impressive lingerie are all meeting each other on the boat. Original Liquid Terminator is just off to the side opiate-dancing and you can tell everyone working on the film are all watching him and waiting for someone else to yell "cut.")
This movie just sort of grows on you. And the nudity is rather plain, considering the tizzy Hollywood got into while promoting the movie.
Why did I bring this up? (Yeah why did I bring this up? Oh yeah!) The incredible scene of Burt covered head to toe in vaseline is something that should be a main reason to visit museums for years to come. That was comedy gold. Then when he puts on his suit and goes to glad hand donations, shaking hands and leaving a little bit behind with everyone. I wonder if that is actually a strong metaphor for meeting with most politicians today. (Don't worry I'm not getting political. I would not want to open up one of those cans of worms.) I put that right up there with the scene in Porky's when the girl's coach wants the principal and two men's coaches to let her inspect the boys for a discriminating mole. I also put it right along with the overdosing donkey in Bachelor Party.
I digress. Burt Reynolds, original liquid metal Terminator and Demi Moore's store bought ample bosom should all be thanked for the wonderful job they did in entertaining the world with the god-awful movie. Besides at least it wasn't trying to be a serious picture like "Showgirls." There is no way you can talk the wife down from a verbal battle after getting caught watching that disaster like you can by pointing and laughing at a viscous Burt Reynolds traipse across the screen shimmering in his cowboy boots.
You will be missed Burt. You will be missed.
Well all that got me writing this evening and I have a bunch of time this upcoming weekend to finish off the latest chapter of "Mayhem in a Pill." Just wanted to let y'all know I was still working on it. I'm not making plans to actually write though because everytime I try to do that... well you know what happens then only thing interesting is how will I get set on a different path.
Laters.