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Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts
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Saturday, August 17, 2013

The Revenge Of Crazy Charlie



Director Unveils New Film Sequel, Revels In Own Disregard For Continuity

Los Angeles (AP) Director Roland Emmerich, whose track record ranges from the surprising Stargate to the cinematic dreck that was Godzilla and 10,000 BC, held a press conference to announce his next film. Accompanied by producers Harald Kloser and Mark Gordon, Emmerich met the press with a bright smile. “Thank you all for coming. You know, I’ve been making films for a long time, and I love the process. I love the visual spectacle of it all, the way special effects make a movie come alive. You know, there have been some critics down through the years who accuse me of not paying attention to facts. Well, I say that depends on how you define facts.”

Reporters looked at each other with confusion, as if we were all wondering if Emmerich had finally lost his mind. 



“Ladies and gentlemen, my last film White House Down didn’t really connect with the film audiences. I’m not sure why. I mean, Jamie Foxx as the President should have been credible. And Channing Tatum as the hero should have worked. Sure, Channing doesn’t have a bit of brainpower in between his ears, but people don’t come to my movies to have their intelligence tested. Anyway, I’ll admit, I was confused by the disappointing box office. I had wondered if I could get away with a sequel called Buckingham Palace Down, with Irish terrorists taking over the Palace and holding people hostage. I thought about lining up Simon Pegg as the unlikely hero, a butler. I was even thinking of casting Jennifer Saunders as the Queen. I mean, I’m a big Absolutely Fabulous fan going way back. You all could have seen that idea working, right? But I heard back from the British that they weren’t interested in having the Palace or the Queen used in such a fashion. To quote them, the Queen said she was not amused. I mean, come on, I would have only destroyed the Palace in CGI!”



Gordon and Kloser got Emmerich back on track. It was a relief to those of us who were losing our patience.  “Oh, yes, ahem. So Buckingham Palace Down isn’t going to happen anytime soon. So then I thought of another film in my filmography. Yes, it seemed right to make a sequel to 2012.”

A Reuters correspondent spoke up.  “I don’t think that film needed a sequel.”

“Nonsense!” Emmerich proclaimed. “Yes, in 2012, I managed to tell a story where billions of people died, the planet was forever altered, and the few survivors ended up in a different world unlike what they had left behind. And yes, admittedly, much of that film was centered around a family that just happened to keep evading a horrendous death at every turn before ending up right where they needed to be. And yes, I was quite graphic in depicting catastrophes on a grand scale, but I ask you, is that such a bad thing?”

Reporters were quiet for a moment, an awkward tension in the air. Emmerich kept talking. “I had considered a story set with some of the survivors in Africa, but as it turns out, most of the cast members want to never work with me again for some reason. I’m not entirely sure why. Besides, John Cusack is busy doing that sequel with Michael Bay and Jerry Bruckheimer. I wonder what would happen if Jerry and Michael and I did a film together... anyway, that’s not the point, not really. So we need to tell a different story, featuring the one member of the cast who did agree to come back to work with me. So, ladies and gentlemen, I announce to you the sequel, 2016: The Revenge Of Charlie Frost.



There was a murmur of disbelief among the reporters. In 2012, Charlie Frost is played by Woody Harrelson. The character is a fringe conspiracy theorist, a paranoid and crazy lunatic who meets a bad end when Yellowstone National Park blows up in a massive volcanic explosion. This reporter spoke up. “Mr. Emmerich, how do you tell a story about a man who died in the first film?”

Emmerich shrugged. “Well, he didn’t die.”

“He was at ground zero for a mega-volcanic explosion,” this reporter pointed out. “Are you asking us to believe he survived that? You did watch your own film, did you not?”

Emmerich shrugged again. “Look, don’t bore me with facts. Here’s the thing. I know comic book movies are big right now, and there’s that Wolverine movie out and about. The guy has a permanent healing factor, right? So why can’t I borrow that for one of my characters? Why can’t he find himself waking up in the aftermath of a volcanic explosion, suddenly healed from his injuries?”

The Reuters reporter shook his head. “Sir, you are stretching the limits of believability.”

Emmerich sighed, and rolled his eyes. “People don’t come to my films for something they can find accurate. They come to be entertained. And I’ll entertain them. So the whole story follows Crazy Charlie in the years after the end of the world. The vast majority of the world’s population is gone. Things have been insanely changed forever. And yet Charlie keeps going on and on. Eventually, for some reason we haven’t figured out yet, he learns there are survivors in Africa. So he swims to Africa, all pissed off that the world didn’t quite come to an end. From there it becomes a slasher-revenge film.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” the Reuters reporter objected.

“Who says anything has to make sense?” Emmerich countered. “Look, it’s all very simple. Woody’s on board with the sequel. All I had to do was give him a really big bag of weed. In 2016, this film is going to be the box office champion. We’re going to tell a huge, epic story. Sure, it’s not going to make much sense, but what in life does make sense? Anyway, thank you for your time, and be sure you start saying good things about 2016: The Revenge of Charlie Frost! It’ll be the box office champion of all time!”

Emmerich left the stage with his producers. At this point, this reporter conferred with other reporters. We concluded that Emmerich has completely lost his mind. We also agreed that Buckingham Palace Down would be an even dumber idea than 2016: The Revenge of Charlie Frost.


Monday, December 31, 2012

Honey, Do You Know Where I Left My New Year's Resolutions?


Should old acquaintance be forgot, or something like that. Anyway, we are in the final hours of 2012, and yes, we've made it to the end of the year (sorry, believers in the Mayan apocalypse, you'll just have to go looking for the next crackpot conspiracy that has nothing to do with the originating culture to believe in). And I will only say one final thing on that matter: now it's time to sue Roland Emmerich and John Cusack for false advertising in that cheesy movie a few years ago that predicted the end of the world this year.

Pay up, boys!

For other takes on the brand new year, check out Norma's blog, where she's writing about celebrity resolutions, and have a peek at our joint blog, where we have a New Year's Without A Word blog.


Well, New Year's Eve is here, and while I'm not the sort to make resolutions, I'll make one that will be exceedingly easy for me to keep.


I hereby swear that I will keep you all amused at least 95% of the time. Unless, of course, you happen to be an oil industry salesman with an over developed opinion of yourself and no sense of humour at all. In which case, you've got issues yourself, mate. I can't help you.


And of course I can't let the end of the year pass without mentioning a New Year's resolution from my favourite fictional Mountie. Inspector Lars Ulrich (don't ask about Metallica performing Auld Lang Syne) is busy beating up an entertainment reporter today up in Crowsnest Pass, but he's resolved that before 2013 is done, he'll average kicking an entertainment reporter's butt at least three times a week. There's no shortage of them, after all...

And so I wish  you all a Happy New Year, bid a not so fond farewell to 2012 (good riddance to ye, ye scabberous dog of a year), and say hello to 2013. With that, I leave you to a whole mess of pics marking the end of the year.

Enjoy, and try not to drink too much of that spiked punch. Otherwise you'll be seeing pink bunnies bouncing around everywhere.























Saturday, December 31, 2011

My New Year's Resolution Is To Be Less Serious



Yes, it seems that 2012 is nigh upon us (yes, nigh is a word!). Where did the time go? This year, of course, is the one in which paranoid nutcases seem to think the Mayans predicted the end of the world (though the Mayans couldn't have predicted the coming of the Spanish for some reason, so it's not like they're the best future forecasters, right?)


End times were, of course, on the minds of many this past year, what with that quack Harold Camping predicting the apocalypse not once, but twice. Rumor has it Harry's now sedated up to his eyeballs. It's just as well. There'll be enough paranoid nuts disappointed come December 23rd, 2012, when they realize the world didn't come to an end two days before. It doesn't need more whacked out Camping predictions.


This time of year always brings out the best in the editorial cartoonists, who tend to convey the typical images of the old and new year as the old man and new child. And then mix in whatever political issue of the day. The following are some that I've gotten a laugh out of:


And so as 2011 heads towards its final hours here, we can look back at what's past us, and what's ahead. In America, 2012 will, of course, bring yet another election, though realistically, the campaign already started in 2009. It never ends, does it?

And 2012 continues to see the dark reign of the Lord of the Sith, Darth Harper, here in Canada (hi, Stevie!). We Canadians would like to apologize for the way this lunatic continues to disparage the fine reputation this country once had, and yes, we know, it'll take years to repair the damage he's gleefully doing to said reputation.


To all of my blog readers, I offer you my best wishes for the coming year. Don't drink too much of that bubbly champagne tonight, or you'll wake up with a hangover in the morning. Just remember... I warned you!


Happy New Year!