Wednesday, April 1, 2015

April Fool's Day!

Not a hoax! Not an imaginary story! Just a crappy movie from the Eighties!

April Fool's Day (1986)
Directed by Fred Walton (the Walton boy nobody said Good Night to)
Written by Danilo Bach

We open on a dock somewhere in New England, as a group of twentysomething serial killer fodder goof around with a video camera as they wait for the ferry to Slasher Island. If this were ten years earlier, they'd all be bit players getting eaten by a shark in a much better movie. Alas, we're deep into spiral perms and popped polo shirt collars, so these are our stars, and they've elected to spend Spring Break running from cutlery in their underpants.

Meanwhile, on Slasher Island, Deborah Foreman from Valley Girl is struggling to shift a mannequin from one side of her basement to the other while telling her middle-aged housekeeper to take the weekend off, because -- no offense -- she's got cellulite and chin hairs and nobody wants to see her die in a camisole.

The crusty old ferryman docks his crusty old ferry, and our cast of aspiring corpses scamper aboard and spend the seemingly endless ride to the island establishing what passes for their characters. First up is Chaz, the videographer, who's played by that one guy who was the spiky-haired, Sunglasses at Night type in a variety of 80s teen flicks. He tells every male he sees that his fly is open, and tries to get the Bookworm Blonde to ditch her copy of Paradise Lost and read his raunchy stroke magazine because he's a smooth operator, and can't die fast enough. There's also Biff from Back to the Future, who's paired up with Tatum O'Neill's Younger Brother and playing a manly game involving a switchblade and yoga stretches. Then there's Bland Blonde, Sarcastic Blonde, Big & Stupid Blond Guy, Southern Fried Guy, Richard Marx Guy, and many, many more. It's like looking at a farmyard full of strutting, gobbling turkeys just before Thanksgiving.

Biff and Tatum O'Neill's Younger Brother (or as I like to call him, Tatum Tot) get in a squabble and Biff impulsively throws the switchblade, impaling TT, who topples into the water. Everyone dives in to save him, because they apparently forgot the title of the film they're in. It's actually just an elaborate prank, which sets up the film's theme of reality versus illusion, and makes us doubt everything we see. I'm beginning to wonder if this is a mid-80s slasher film, or if it's really a drawing room drama about the Bronte sisters, and at the end everybody will pull off their acid-washed denim and reveal sausage curls and Empire waists.

Everything's fine, except Big & Stupid Blond Guy insists on staying in the water until he gets crushed between the dock and the ferry, although in a weird way -- he's totally fine except one eye is dangling out of its socket and he won't stop screaming. Which just goes to prove that some April Fools are just April Morons.

Constable Potter is pissed, and immediately commandeers Valley Girl's boat to take Blond Guy and his Clacker-like eyeball to the mainland, leaving her and her friends stranded on Slasher Isle. However, the house where they'll all be staying until they're dead is lovely. VG says, "On a clear day you can see the Kennedy's," which I assume was a sequel to the Barbra Streisand musical and probably failed because it was just two hours of pasty white Irish people passed out on stage, which would seem to limit the opportunities for high-stepping dance numbers.

Cut to suggestive close-ups of wieners and beans, as Sarcastic Blonde reads aloud a Cosmo quiz about orgasms (it's multiple choice, so you don't have to have one if you don't want to).  They all gather in the formal dining room to eat beans, sip Cold Duck, and humiliate each other with Whoopee Cushions. All except Tatum Tot, who feels guilty about turning Blond Guy's eye into a testicle (we can tell he's tortured, because every time the camera cuts to TOB he's drinking and performing a selection from Fifty Great Monologues for Young Actors).

Now let's settle in as our cast of wannabe worm food is pranked one by one. Sarcastic Blonde finds a dog collar and leash in her dresser. Repressed Blonde finds a tape recording of a crying baby in her armoire. Biff finds a complete set of intravenous drug user paraphernalia in his medicine cabinet. It's like TV's Bloopers & Practical Jokes (specifically the classic episode where they tricked William S. Burroughs into cooking his heroin in a dribble spoon). Meanwhile, Tatum Tot wanders into the dark boat house and gets scared by the creaky floors. Then a stage hand throws a cat at his face, which happens so often when one walks into a dark scary room that our cat has asked that we just keep the lights on, because he's tired of spending so much time as a projectile.

The next day, the cast has a pick-up soccer match that's even duller than the touch football game in On a Clear Day You Can See the Kennedys, and those people were all unconscious.  Valley Girl has a second personality that apparently emerged during the night, because she's gone from a fun-loving, prank-pulling co-ed to a lugubrious creep who talks like Mrs. Danvers from Rebecca and dresses like a sister wife. Meanwhile, Bland Blonde and Richard Marx go have sex in the boat house, but her mind wanders and she peers through the floorboards just as Tatum O'Neill's Dead Brother floats by on a door. Naturally, they all run into the woods to search for him, even though he was last seen on the water, because nobody said they were smart.

Well, we're almost an hour into the film, and so far the only action we've gotten is an eyeball that swings like a pendulum do, and a cadaver on a raft. But things perk up mildly when Biff steps in a snare and dangles upside down while a rattlesnake repeatedly head-fakes him. Then Sarcastic Blonde falls down the well and finds TODB's and Biff's disembodied heads bobbing in the water, because as we all learned in school, the most buoyant part of the human body is the skull. Then, while Sarcastic Blonde is flailing around in clear violation of the No Horseplay rule, Repressed Blonde's body floats to the surface. This is particularly sad because it's only now, in death, that she's ditched the matronly sweater sets in favor of a form-fitting tank top that's really quite flattering.

Bland Blonde goes snooping around the mansion and freaks out when she discovers a photo of two little girls. Just so we get the point, Valley Girl sneaks up and creeps all over her. Meanwhile, Southern Fried Guy pulls a revolver out of his luggage and prepares to exercise his Second Amendment right to be the sole survivor. Since he's struck out with every girl in the cast, he's probably a virgin and therefore qualifies.

Sarcastic Blonde decides to pack up and leave. She'll die, of course, but so far everybody has been killed off camera, and she's heard that -- like drowning -- it's one of the most peaceful ways to go. Chaz tries to talk her of it by putting on a leather bondage mask, but she leaves the room for just a moment and wouldn't you know it, he suffocates and has his penis stolen.

Richard Marx and Bland Blonde find a weird diorama in the attic, and realize Valley Girl has been playing Ten Little Indians, except with Barbie dolls (as you'd expect, Midge was the first to die).

Richard and BB scream at a cutaway of some blood which implies that somebody is dead, then they find that Southern Fried Guy has been lynched, in a twist that eerily reminiscent of The Twilight Zone, or Far Out Space Nuts ("I said lunch, not lynch!")  They run down to the boat, but the Constable, and the keys, are missing. Fortunately, the screenwriter has left behind a note explaining that Valley Girl is actually her evil twin sister who's been in an institution for the past three years, and if anyone wants him he'll be at the bar in Boardner's, pounding down Fuzzy Navels.

Richard accidentally locks himself in a closet just as Valley Girl goes after Bland Blonde with a machete, and is reduced to screaming "I love you! RUN! I love you!" BB narrowly avoids getting her head chopped off and stumbles into the living room, where the entire cast, alive and with their heads re-attached, are chattin' and chillin'. Meanwhile, Big & Stupid guy, his eye still dangling, somehow teleports into the closet behind Richard and kisses him full on the mouth.

Back in the living room, everyone yells, "April Fool!" Apparently, Valley Girl was test marketing her idea for a chain of Who Dunnit? dinner theaters, nobody's actually dead, and it's time to party! The cast showers each other with champagne while Three Dog Night's "Mama Told Me Not To Come" blasts on the soundtrack, and Chaz celebrates getting his penis back by simulating oral sex with one of the decapitated heads.

Well! Okay, then. Shall we join the screenwriter at the bar? It's been 29 years, but I have a feeling he's still there.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

A Face Made for Radio, a Voice Made for Verbal Abuse


Quick bit of self-abuse promotion: I'm on the latest edition of the All-Star Summer Jamboree podcast, with the great Jeff Holland (otherwise known as Ike from the old Mike and Ike show), who explains it thus:
Jeff is not happy about the state of movie making and he spends most of this episode complaining, except when he’s getting yelled at by Scott for enjoying Jupiter Ascending. 
He also explains why Ryan Reynolds is so important to the future of film making.
Also, there's a speed-cello rendition of Live and Let Die.

Click here to listen to ASSJam Episode 59 : “Grumpy McGrumpnuts Goes to the Show” (I'm not sure, but I think I'm Grumpy McGrumpnuts in this scenario.)

Update: I've just been informed that no, it's Jeff who's Grumpy McGrumpnuts. I remain beloved Kellogg's spokescoot,  Grampy McGrapenuts.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Happy Birthday, MaryC!

By Bill S., Your Birthday Concierge

Today, we celebrate the birthday of World O'Crap's own MaryC, contributing writer to the site and companion of Scott C. (Their portmanteau name is Scary CC, which is also the name of their rap duo alter egos.)

As always I need to select a suitable gift, and where better than the ever dependable Carol Wright Gifts catalog. Let's see what we have this year.

BELL & HOWELL ULTRASONIC PEST REPELLER (buy 2 for $19.99, get two FREE) Uses ultrasonic signals that you can't hear, but drives pests out of your living space...Use one in each room!

So they get driven out of one room and into another, only to be driven into another room, where they'll once again flee. I guess the idea is to have them run from room to room trying to escape, until they either drop dead from exhaustion, or go mad and commit suicide. That seems cruel, even to bugs. Why not try doing what my older brother did when we were kids, and blast Emerson, Lake & Palmer's Brain Salad Surgery album over and over. I don't know it works on bugs, but it certainly drove ME out of the house every time. (I can't say whether that was the goal, or just a bonus.)

EMERSON CLOCK RADIO (only $24.99) Never worry about setting the time on your clock -- even after power failures and daylight saving time. This clock sets the time and date the moment you plug it in.

That's scary. A sentient clock. It knows what time you have to get up. Maybe it knows...when you're going to DIE!

SET OF THREE DESIGNER READING GLASSES (only $6.99)
Because when you're at home, curled up on a sofa reading a book, you wanna look stylish while doing it.

STRIPED SEERSUCKER CAPRIS (as low as $9.99)
Perfect for rocking the Laura Petrie look! (ottoman for your spouse to trip over not included.)

WIPE NEW "As Seen On TV" (only $19.99)
"Bring Back The Showroom Shine!"

Yes. I totally believe you can restore the luster of you car with a one and a half ounce bottle of liquid whatever-it-is and a q-tip.

LIQUID QUIVER "Made Especially For Women" (our price $12.99) This fast-acting herbal supplement will have you shivering with sexual desire within 15 minutes!

Cuing up any scene from Arrow where Stephen Amell has his shirt off can have the same effect in 15 seconds.

Just add to any beverage. No side effects and no unpleasant taste.

Holy shit, this sounds like some kind of date-rape drug!

FEEL THE PASSION AGAIN! "Spice up your love life with fun positions you never thought of trying in 101 Sexual Positions for Lovers. For added pleasure watch Exploring Sexual Boundaries, a collection of three erotic films. Includes guidance from Dr. Lori Buckley, renowned clinical psychologist. DVD set approx. 200 minutes" (set of two, $19.99)

Perfect! I've always felt that the one thing missing from porn was a commentary from a doctor!

I'm not sure which of these will be the best gift. I guess we'll let our birthday girl decide.

In any case, have a Super-Terrific Birthday, MaryC!
-Bill S.

[Note from Scott: Sexy Birthday Lizard!]
Oh crap! I forget to buy a card!

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Cruzin' for a Bruisin'

I think we can all agree that I am amongst our nation's most prominent conservatives. In fact, since the untimely death of Modest Conservative Jon Swift, I'm probably the blogosphere's leading advocate for traditional values. At least, that's what Senator Ted Cruz seems to think, since he was so eager to email me about his decision to run for President that he seemed a bit like a Pomeranian doing an alarming pee-pee dance on the hallway Axminster:

Actually, I think you misheard them, Ted. It's not surprising; with millions of voices crying out at once, things can get a bit garbled. I had that same problem with all those dead whiners from Alderaan. What they're actually saying is, "America is clearly defective, so we want to take our country back to the store and return the unused portion for a full refund."
My fellow conservative, 
As one of the millions of real Americans calling for a change of leadership, I thank you.
And as one of the millions of Americans terrified by the thought of you anywhere near the levers of power in Washington, I'm calling for a change of pants.
The United States is the greatest nation the world has ever known, but recently we’ve gotten off track.
The U.S. may be the greatest nation the world has ever known, but you have to remember, the world has terrible taste in nations. It's like the Gabor Sisters and men.
 We need to restore the strong values that made us great, so that we can leave a stronger and more prosperous nation for our children.
I don't have kids, Ted, I have a cat, and frankly he seems perfectly content with our current GDP. (For some reason, this one sentence is in red, and since the rest of the email isn't, I can only assume it's caused by some sort of inflammation. So ask your doctor if strong values are right for you.)
That’s why I’m running for President in 2016. 
"And my personality is why I'll be running for Senate in 2018."
Our country was built on freedom, enterprise and strong family values.
Also genocide and chattel slavery. Credit where credit is due, Ted.
Together, we can change leadership, change direction and reclaim the unlimited potential of each and every one of us.
I may be a defeatist, but I've always felt that my potential is limited by my finite lifespan and lack of supernatural powers. The rest of you, apparently, are god-like, pan-dimensional cosmic beings, so I'll just flake out here on the couch and watch this Bones marathon on TNT while you guys punch the walls of reality, or whatever.
My mission between now and 2016 is to help take America back to what made us great
Slavery/Genocide, '16! Woo hoo!
Thank you for adding your voice to our fight, and I hope I can count on your support for the long road ahead.
You can certainly count on me to spread your message, like so much compost, if you email me again, Ted.
For more, follow the link: www.tedcruz.org
"Because I kind of didn't think ahead, and tedcruz.com was already taken."

For America,
Senator Ted Cruz
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Some people might find it presumptuous, but I like the fact that Senator Cruz is so done with the namby-pamby complimentary close that he can't even, and has instead arrogated to himself the right to speak for all America. In fact, I wish I'd thought of it. However, as I don't want to get sued by tedcruz.org, or tedcruz.us, or tedcruz.xxx, I'm going to start signing my letters on behalf of some other tottering nation-state whose best days are behind it. So if we're penpals, don't be surprised if my next email to you concludes with a warm "For Herzegovina," or "Very Truly Djibouti."

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Random Scenes of Hollywood

Etched glass panel in the lobby of the Main Theater on the Walt Disney studio lot.

Capitol Records building, Vine Street. At last, Angry White Men worried about the debasement of our culture have revolted, and placed all that dangerous "rock and roll" behind barbed wire, where it belongs.

A relic from the days when they weren't afraid to just come right out and say it.


Old picture palace, Downtown theater district.


Wednesday, March 18, 2015

ClickBait Captions!

Hey guys! If you're anything like me (and I know I am) I often get on the internets just to waste time, and browsing clickbait articles is a major time-waster! However, instead of clicking on them, I try and guess what the article will tell us. It's fun, and more importantly, it's a time-saving way to waste time, leaving you more time to waste on time-wasters.

Today's theme is Food. I'll admit, creating Bill S' and Minx's birthday menus brought on the foodie bug, and these food articles just popped out at me, which is fitting since they all come courtesy of popsugar.com

On a stick, over a campfire.
If you could actually butter your scones with beer, there'd be a lot more Teamsters serving High Tea.
Melted butter? Seems less Go-To Salad and more Go-To Toilet and Heave.

They say the same thing about combat.
This should be an easy menu: booze and adultery! With candy cigarettes for dessert.

Never let Lorena Bobbitt make the appetizers.

Please add your own captions in the comments.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Happy Birthday, Bill S! And the Minx!

Hey guys, it's Mary here. Like that bossy voice from The Outer Limits, I'm seizing control of our traditional March 15th menage à deux in honor of beloved Crappers Bill S. (legally known for the next 24 hours as Bill S!) and The Minx, because this year's theme is all about food! (Okay, in the vein of Bill O'Reilly, it's actually about pictures of food...)  But we've spared no expense, bringing you lavish spreads for Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner and Dessert.

Also, since your birthday is right after Pi Day, I've decided to make some kind of pie for every meal! No need to thank me, or blame me, it's just what I do.

And remember: it's your party, and you can cry if you want to, and you probably will, once you see the menu...

Breakfast


Here you go! The Breakfast of Champions! (Okay, fine, maybe not sports champions...I can't really see anyone celebrating a Super Bowl or a World Series win with this particular dish, but definitely, like, Regional Spelling Bee Champions, or maybe...I don't know...Champion Spark Plugs.)  Made with "double rich Carnation", it's sure to clog your arteries and help you cut down on those pesky birthdays.

Lunch

What's that? You didn't have enough eggs with your Breakfast Pie? Have no fear, Creamed Egg Pie is here! And with its corned beef crust, it's a natural for those birthdays that fall in the middle of March, since this really does kind of does look like the stuff you see (and have to step over) on the sidewalk outside your local sports bar on St. Patrick's Day.

Dinner


Lobster Tails and Champagne Cocktails? Who needs 'em?! Not when you have your very own Whole Fish Pie!  It all looks so good, I don't know where to start! Maybe for the exit...!

And now, for your extra special Birthday Dessert

Butterscotch Pudding Pie! Finally, that horrible tasting hard candy is now a horrible tasting, gelatinous dessert. Blow out the candles and wish for a quick and easy death after eating this monstrosity.

Happy Birthday, Bill and Minx. And please, keep the leftovers.  Keep them very far away from all your loved ones.

Scott here: Thanks, Mary. I don't think Wo'C has hosted such distinctive and eye-catching fare since the days when Sheri decided to cook all the recipes from The Gallery of Regrettable Food.

But I don't like pie, so here's some beefcake:

This year Bill requested British rugby player Ben Cohen. I had to confess that I'm not as up to date on my hot rugby ass as I should be, so Bill helpfully added that Cohen "also heads up an anti-bullying foundation, which makes him a good guy too, in my opinion."

Can't argue with that. Plus, I went over to Cohen's official Facebook page and saw that he also has a "grooming range" that he's quite proud of:
I'm not sure what a "grooming range" is; perhaps it's the area you designate for manscaping ("I have a fairly narrow grooming range -- below the pecs but above the pecker"), or maybe it's a stretch of the African savannah where metrosexual men like Pastor Doug Giles gather to pick nits off each other. Anyway...enjoy!

The Minx is more circumspect about her Wants and Do Not Wants, but I'd be remiss if I let her go without the traditional...
Sexy Birthday Lizard! 

Please join me in wishing Bill and The Minx a very happy Unplugging of the Umbilical Cord Day.

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