Saturday, August 14, 2010

Glory Hole, Stockport

Tetrospettive - Where the Wild Things Are

Ray Stantz
There once was a young filmmaker named Spike Jonze. He apparently was a great inventor, a visionary - his stories and his pictures were seizing and surprised (and revived John Malkovich!). It happened for a 'that so Spike decided to stop creating and amaze, and instead of selling to a major, bending down to make adjustments to be popular (he says that he has also given public reading the ubiquitous Obama) children's books.

What the fuck.

The tale unfolds in question as well: the protagonist is an evil dwarf of about ten years, incontinent and rude (in every sense, I suppose, but mainly in terms of character).
Side note: name of the boy, Max-boy actor's name: Max we were not even working on low budget, you guys! But I digress. We said: evil dwarf before puberty. He
, say, the first whimper because her older sister and her friends did not have to shit then when the Zompa on toppling his miserable (and foul) built an igloo in the garden, gives go crazy, literally. Obviously, it's stupid at least two of the three little pigs (build better, idiot!). Then he treacherously
prevents the single mother to get a nice dose of carnal love with a handsome young man coming to bite the poor woman - and attracting our suspicions of rampant rabies.
Not content with this, it gives the bush at night, and seizes a boat, new Soldini, crossed the sea to get to a mysterious island. Population: a small herd of mostroni vaguely anthropomorphic sort of Egyptian gods of the poor (heads and limbs of bear and bull gallinaceous are wasted).
They are going through a crisis. It appears that a companies based on total anarchy and lack of dialectics ("this gap, this one the Great") and sberloni give it up at random is not functional. Who would have thought.
The wild creatures in question do not realize, unfortunately, the initial purpose of the evil pygmy crunch, even drunk his history of being a powerful wizard and elect their own king (though it could take a political metaphor, I suppose). Under the guidance
dell'imberbe the demented beasts enjoy a few days of fun and unjustified confidence in the future - and the illiterate are also believes a cool, after each one. Predictably, everything ends badly - and it is only with the help of the digestive system one of the female animals (within which lies literally) that our piscialletto is saved from a grim end that well-deserved.

highlights: •
the "beast good" brings the protagonist to meet his two new best friends, born a couple of owls stunned that she "draws" with blows of stones knocking down big beautiful and clean ballistic trajectory;
• the beast cock "can be seen tearing his arm from the bully of the group, complains but only briefly, then replaces the lost limb with a prosthesis of luck: a branch chosen at random - and then they also do the heavy lifting, the infamous! If you really

wants to make something good of this mess, here's the moral: educate your children, for God's sake!

PS: unfortunately, at the end of the puberty age back home intact. It is also welcomed back by the poor mother. Hopefully in a little 'healthy reformatory, to follow. Beasts, however, is not given to know the end. We would therefore suggest to the proper authorities of the two options certainly more reasonable:
1. napalm all, more than third world cheap;
2. trapped and then take in a meal of biologists for some unscrupulous' vivisection hard - then we see if they learn good manners with an electrode in the skull (they are generous).

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