Marika Malaea

faithful marauder + fake royal

SNOW and Other Four-Letter Words

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Mel Gibson is saying, “FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK, YOU JEWS RUINED THE WORLD. MERRY CHRISTMAS, SUGARTITS!”

I’m officially naming this awful weather ‘Snowpocalypto’, because nothing is worse than a badly-directed Mel Gibson film featuring the Yucatec Mayan language, unless it’s a badly-directed Mel Gibson film featuring the passion of his mangled BFF, Jesus Christ. I’ve been mulling over the movies that I hate and Mel Gibson’s vehicles never fail to take me down a yawnfest rabbit hole. Kevin Costner, if you remember, used to be the king of long-winded historical dramas that ultimately went nowhere; Dances with Wolves was a good movie (“Tatanka!”), but it also lasted four days. When I finally saw daylight again, I was determined to never fall for the phrase ‘epic journey’ ever again; I would not be fooled by Kevin Costner and his terrible attempt at acting. Sure, I liked Field of Dreams, but in the same way I liked Cocoon: they were semi-interesting movies about old people that my parents made me watch.

Then, one fateful day in 1997, I rolled a joint, inhaled a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, and turned on a classy cable channel, like Starz or Encore; through my reddened, heavy-lidded eyes I saw Kevin Costner in a Postal Service uniform. But my compromised brain cells failed to recognize that it was 1) Kevin Costner, and that 2) he was wearing a Postal Service uniform, so I ended up losing another four hours of my life, thanks to his movie, The Postman. Surely I would have recognized history repeating itself, had I been sober: Kevin, a bad script, an ‘epic film’, an awful outfit. This was the winning formula for Dances with Wolves, Waterworld (I gave this film two urine-drinking thumbs DOWN), JFK, Wyatt Earp, For Love of the Game, and The Bodyguard. Don’t get me wrong, I like some of his movies; Bull Durham is a personal favorite, and his first big role was in The Untouchables, which most people can agree is a truly righteous film. But this Epic Film Formula only works for so long–like once. Why Mel Gibson decided to keep Costner’s action-packed, snore-filled legacy alive is beyond me.

Mel Gibson did two projects I enjoyed: Mad Max and Lethal Weapon. Everything else felt like a long, painful history lesson, or a long, painful crucifixion; either way, Mel Gibson is not my cup of Jew-hating tea. Why can’t people just make movies? Why do they have to make EPIC movies? Epic movies are as formulaic as crappy romantic comedies; the rules are as follows:

1. The movie must be made by an over-hyped actor-slash-producer-slash-director. Slash-douchebag-slash-bigot-slash-religious nutjob.

2. You must pay American money to sit through a five-hour history lesson that may or may not be factually accurate. I’m talking to you, Jesus.

3. You must not, at any moment during the film, laugh out loud–that alludes to fun being had, and no one in the history of Mel Gibson has ever had any fun, except Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon. And I think we can all agree, his was an exasperated, eye-rolling, ‘I’m going to kill this white boy’ kind of fun.

4. Crying is required, although not necessarily enforced in all theaters.

5. You must wonder, directly after exiting the theater, what all the hype was about.

6. The film must be nominated for all kinds of prestigious awards, but only win in safe, non-actor categories like ‘cinematography’.

7. The actor-slash-director must be embroiled in some type of controversy; if the controversy happens before the release date, that movie is a shoo-in for a Golden Globe, but blackballed from The Oscars.

8. The film must cost the same amount as it did to make The Lord of the Rings–roughly enough money to buy your own planet and fund a space tourism business–but it can’t be nearly as interesting or successful.

9. At some point, you must defend the movie from your point of view, ie; why you paid to see it in the first place. ‘I really love Mel Gibson films’ is not a good enough reason; I expect that kind of answer from an adorable special-needs child or a self-hating Jew. Normally I say something non-committal about the movie, like ‘well, it wasn’t the worst movie I’ve ever seen.’ With glowing praise like that, how can these films lose money?

10. The film should have no outside marketing or retail value at all–it should be so unapproachable, McDonald’s won’t even want to pillage your movie for Happy Meal toys. Although they might have been missing out with Apocalypto. Imagine a brown, jungle-ravaged Mesoamerican tribesman who is running to escape human sacrifice and also to save his village; now imagine him in talking doll form. Every time you pull his string, he speaks Yucatec Mayan and is attacked by a jaguar; SWEET. That right there is fun for the whole family.

This post started out as a rant about the hateful white candy falling from the sky, but I guess I hate Mel Gibson more. Anyone who has a church built directly onto their property deserves at least one snarky blog post from me. Count on it.

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Written by sn0tteh

December 24, 2008 at 3:48 PM

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  1. I, too, share your disgust for all things Mel Gibson.

    As always, your posts are deliciously accurate and SO fun to read! I love you, Sn0tty 🙂 Let’s get together soon for some bacony-goodness. We could make a cheese/bacon bust out of Mel Gibson and eat him. Now, THAT would be justice.

    Joanna

    December 24, 2008 at 7:21 PM

  2. Mel Gibson was good in “What Women Want.” But otherwise, I heartily agree with you.

    Manthony

    December 24, 2008 at 7:33 PM

  3. Yay, Joanna! We have many things in common, you and I. Also: I agree. A bacon extravaganza is in order–I heart you, too!

    Eating Mel Gibson seems a bit… macabre. Also, he looks kinda gamey. But we REALLY need to make that bacon roll. It’s imperative.

    Snotty McSnotterson

    December 24, 2008 at 8:17 PM

  4. I stand by my comment as a fan of rom-coms far and wide! But it took Nancy Meyers as writer, director, and producer to make him look good. (I’m a sucker for Nancy Meyers films.)

    Manthony

    December 24, 2008 at 10:09 PM

  5. The movie IDEA was fine, although contrived, it was MEL GIBSON I objected to. He didn’t do it for me. Also, he’s a fugly woman, fo sho.

    I love my rom-coms! But I like CLASSICS, like Clueless.

    Snotty McSnotterson

    December 24, 2008 at 10:19 PM

  6. I will now share my Mel Gibson story with the people:

    My mom used to be the editor of the PI’s entertainment section, and went to Vancouver to do a round-robin press junket for Lethal Weapon 2.
    At the table with Gibson, he told her an elaborate story about how he had been a dog in a former life, and drew her in further and further.
    Then he barked like a rabid dog, startling my mother so much that she fell out of her chair and onto the floor.
    Then he pretended that nothing had happened. Then she took his cigarette end back to Seattle in a plastic baggie and put them on her desk with an affixed label reading “Mel Gibson’s butt.”

    matt

    December 25, 2008 at 12:38 AM

  7. Also, he was good in Chicken Run.

    matt

    December 25, 2008 at 12:39 AM

  8. Now see, I feel that Clueless belongs in the “high school” genre. A “classic” rom-com for me would be Pretty Woman.

    Manthony

    December 25, 2008 at 2:16 AM

  9. Hmmm…I guess if we’re going to go that way, I’d say Steel Magnolias.

    Snotty McSnotterson

    December 25, 2008 at 4:37 AM

  10. Steel Magnolias is like the ULTIMATE chick flick! And I forgot about Chicken Run. And Matt’s mom’s story is awesome!

    Manthony

    December 25, 2008 at 5:42 PM

  11. Matt, that was an amazing story… I don’t know how I didn’t see it until today–I had to have approved it. I need to spend more time mulling on this, and then possibly interview your mom. 🙂

    Snotty McSnotterson

    December 26, 2008 at 5:22 PM

  12. That’s what she said.

    matt

    December 27, 2008 at 4:14 AM

  13. That’s what you think.

    Snotty McSnotterson

    December 28, 2008 at 5:37 AM


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