Sunday, April 03, 2005

I admit its been some time

New Gonzo's been MIA. Sorry all hadn't had much to say and been away for a while and just haven’t been feeling it truthfully but I have a responsibility to get my rantings out of my head and onto this screen for your amusement, curiosity, pleasure, or fill in your own adjective. I'm not the keeper of adjectives use some independent thought before the soulless leeches arrive for your vapid brains.

Well...we're off to a happy start today. The Roman Catholics have given up on the animation project and finally admit the Pope is dead. It’s hard to be sad when an old man in obvious physical pain dies because you know it took away the day to day pain. Furthermore it's pretty obvious that he lived his life to serve God. He's with God isn’t that kind of like being in a Judas Priest cover band your whole life and then being the lead singer? Does that make The Ripper the Pope of rock n roll or just one luck sunufabitch. I go with the latter.

I've been talking a lot lately with Daddy Gonzo and we've been working on some interesting thoughts together. Let me give you a taste. The theme is:

You Know You're Talking To an idiot when you say:

1) Good Morning Mr. President
2) Good Morning Jerry West
3) Good Morning John Kerry

ok it's just not an idiots list though it evolves to this::

1) sir did you check to see if your computer was plugged in
2) just read the directions: wet hair, lather, rinse, repeat if you're really dirty
3) Kangaroo Jack was a brilliant film

Anyway let me vent about something near and dear to my untapped volcano of sarcastic rage: Hollywood. Name the Oscars. I know Gonzo missed the Oscar Season but i don't care. It's on my mind it's i my block you don't like it fuck off and write your own. This one's mine...

Ok it breaks down like this for me.

There are not masterful screenwriters right now. There are ones who people enjoy and don't enjoy, but they are writing mathematics. It's not a story, it’s a flowchart. It's the chemical compound to create an opiate for the masses. It lulls the general pubic into believing that the mediocre 10 dollar moving pictue tat was chased by 10 dollars worth of soda and a popcorn (by the way that’s the real raping of your wallet at the movies) Movies charge event pricing for food. It's not an event, it's a movie. It's no stage show, it's a screen and a projector and if you are luck a guy with a small head no cell phone and no children in front of you. Personally I want to be the only person in the theater. If there is one other person it might as well be full, unless I’m with that person that’s different. That's cool but no outsiders.

Anyway I’m losing my focus, so Hollywood every year makes a few hundred movies and most of them generally suck. Some of them partially suck and the 4 or 5 ones that don't totally suck at the end get gold plated bowling pins for their efforts. BFD. Jam and Oscar up the ass of Hollywood. Expect more. if you sheep go to the movies and see everything, then the execs in their big offices with their little boy and coke habits and see that their movies suck! They see profit and if the product if inferior but the profit stays high why would anyone want to raise the bar? For art's sake, he he art isn't for Hollywood. There's barely a museum here. There’s not history in LA there's no culture there's no art. It’s an artless society posing as an art community. Anyone creating film as art isn't behind the Pearly gates of Saint Warner’s or reading of the books of Paramount or Universal.

Anyway, Here’s my final thought for you: F Hollywood. It's a sump hole of mediocre celluloid with a teeming mass of carrion suckling at its decaying teat.

Have a happy Sunday.

New Gonzo's been MIA. Sorry all hadn't had much to say and been away for a while and just haven’t been feeling it truthfully but I have a responsibility to get my rantings out of my head and onto this screen for your amusement, curiosity, pleasure, or fill in your own adjective. I'm not the keeper of adjectives use some independent thought before the soulless leeches arrive for your vapid brains.

Well...we're off to a happy start today. The Roman Catholics have given up on the animation project and finally admit the Pope is dead. It’s hard to be sad when an old man in obvious physical pain dies because you know it took away the day to day pain. Furthermore it's pretty obvious that he lived his life to serve God. He's with God isn’t that kind of like being in a Judas Priest cover band your whole life and then being the lead singer? Does that make The Ripper the Pope of rock n roll or just one luck sunufabitch. I go with the latter.

I've been talking a lot lately with Daddy Gonzo and we've been working on some interesting thoughts together. Let me give you a taste. The theme is:

You Know You're Talking To an idiot when you say:

1) Good Morning Mr. President
2) Good Morning Jerry West
3) Good Morning John Kerry

ok it's just not an idiots list though it evolves to this::

1) sir did you check to see if your computer was plugged in
2) just read the directions: wet hair, lather, rinse, repeat if you're really dirty
3) Kangaroo Jack was a brilliant film

Anyway let me vent about something near and dear to my untapped volcano of sarcastic rage: Hollywood. Name the Oscars. I know Gonzo missed the Oscar Season but i don't care. It's on my mind it's i my block you don't like it fuck off and write your own. This one's mine...

Ok it breaks down like this for me.

There are not masterful screenwriters right now. There are ones who people enjoy and don't enjoy, but they are writing mathematics. It's not a story, it’s a flowchart. It's the chemical compound to create an opiate for the masses. It lulls the general pubic into believing that the mediocre 10 dollar moving pictue tat was chased by 10 dollars worth of soda and a popcorn (by the way that’s the real raping of your wallet at the movies) Movies charge event pricing for food. It's not an event, it's a movie. It's no stage show, it's a screen and a projector and if you are luck a guy with a small head no cell phone and no children in front of you. Personally I want to be the only person in the theater. If there is one other person it might as well be full, unless I’m with that person that’s different. That's cool but no outsiders.

Anyway I’m losing my focus, so Hollywood every year makes a few hundred movies and most of them generally suck. Some of them partially suck and the 4 or 5 ones that don't totally suck at the end get gold plated bowling pins for their efforts. BFD. Jam and Oscar up the ass of Hollywood. Expect more. if you sheep go to the movies and see everything, then the execs in their big offices with their little boy and coke habits and see that their movies suck! They see profit and if the product if inferior but the profit stays high why would anyone want to raise the bar? For art's sake, he he art isn't for Hollywood. There's barely a museum here. There’s not history in LA there's no culture there's no art. It’s an artless society posing as an art community. Anyone creating film as art isn't behind the Pearly gates of Saint Warner’s or reading of the books of Paramount or Universal.

Anyway, Here’s my final thought for you: F Hollywood. It's a sump hole of mediocre celluloid with a teeming mass of carrion suckling at its decaying teat.

Have a happy Sunday.

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