Had this not coincided with the suspension crisis so perfectly, of course, it would just be a slightly embarrassing curiosity. But instead it comes when the series is in obvious crisis
, in the midst of an extended attack on itself
, and, let's be honest, not very good
. So for it to come prancing out saying "oh look, aren't I a good little iconic part of children's culture"
just leaves everyone wanting to slap it in the face
and say "no, you're bloody well not, you're utter crap."
Louis Mayer, the second "M" in MGM
, insisted that they get rid of 'Over the Rainbow
' because it was too sad
, and can you blame him? Just check out some of these lines: 'If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why, oh why, can't I?' or 'Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops.' Yeesh, don't those lyrics make you want to hang yourself with razor wire above a vat of sharks swimming in lemon juice? No? Weird...
The campfire scene is described as the “heart and soul” of the movie. But most people who watch it would describe it as the colon.
There are many films that are Capra-esque
and these films seem to have a more critical eye cast on them. These movies are usually dismissed and its kinda strange. I mean, we pay to have our feelings manipulated in horror movies and in what we refer to as “chick flicks”. I guess the backlash against Capra imitators is how Nancy Kerrigan would describe Disneyland “This place is hokey.” A movie can get so saccharine sweet that you can have the emotional equivalent to a gag reflex. I know most movies deal with unrealistic situations and events, but there are points so sweet and rose colored that we just can’t take it. Capra was a genius at writing so as to make people feel good without jerking them around. There is a reason why we practically name this type of movie as Capra-esque.
Let me just say that I would be less embarrassed if my sister, mother, or Naomi Klein
entered my room without knocking and found me with my pants around my ankles and a Victoria's Secret catalogue in one hand than if any remotely sentient organism caught me holding a PS2 controller while this scene
played on my television.
What happens when you write a Chinese play is that before you know where you are your heroine has gone cute on you, adding just that touch of glucose to the part which renders it unsuitable for human consumption.
Ugh! How can you watch this?! Its like throwing up rainbows into my eyeballs!
Aww! It's all so cute! It makes me wanna hurl.
Look at these tapes! "It's a Sugary-Wugary Day" by Laffi. "Life's a Rosy-Posy Bed of Honey" by Mary Flewis and Porkchop. The titles alone are enough to make my teeth rot! Pinky:
I'll help you floss! Brain: I'll help you hurt.
You're familiar with Gravitina's gravitational powers? Oh, she's quite a lady. Gravitina:
Thank you, my wuvvy-dovey. Evil Buzz:
No, thank you
, my muffin-wuffin. Mira:
I think I'm going to be sicky-wicky.
It's so much easier to destroy cute evil toys - 'cute' makes my teeth hurt.
Talk about sweet. I could throw up!
...And it is that word 'hummy', my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner
at which Tonstant Weader Fwowed up.
concluded his speech on a note of self love. Most viewers thought it inappropriate: since no one loves him, why should he? To his credit, he sounded slightly embarrassed as he spoke of the boy from Wittier—a misfire but worth a try.
, "The Twenty-Ninth Republican National Convention"
I never watch The Dinah Shore Show
— I'm a diabetic.
— Oscar Levant