I was thinking about this the other day, because I like to make lists while I’m doing boring things like dishes or sitting in the pick-up line for my kids or watching Republicans not distance themselves from a racist neo-Caligula.
We all have these, right? Things that stick in our craw? Okay, I want to hear yours. But without further ado, here are mine:
My LEAST FAVORITE Movie Title is…
To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar
Oh my god, I hate this title so much.
Again, this has nothing to do with the content or the story or anything, but Jesus H. Christ, I hate this title. And when I saw the movie years ago, during a phase where I was a Republican-in-training and was in a deep ravine of John Leguizamo overexposure hate, I watched it and turned it off after like a half hour. I just wasn’t there yet.
These days, I think about going back and giving it a try, now that I’m all evolved and wicked wicked smaht and shit, but that title still makes me shudder.
Chu Chu and the Philly Flash
A movie so unknown that I’ve never met anyone — to this day — who has seen it. I SAW IT IN THE THEATERS, YO! Old school! In 1981! I think what happened was that I was trying to get my older brother to take me to a movie I really wanted to see, and I can’t remember what was playing but obviously that was before the internet, so he drove me down to the local cinema and we scanned the marquee.
Because that’s how you picked a movie back then. You looked at your watch and then you, like, looked up at the showtimes on the marquee.
I remember begging him to take me into a “dirty” movie like Time Bandits or Cannonball Run or Arthur, but he was worried that he’d get in trouble with my parents. And we had already missed the start of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
So we saw Chu Chu and the Philly Flash. Sigh.
It’s so unknown that you can actually watch all of it on YouTube.
I watched it with a bug up my ass because I felt like I was sooooooo close to turning my brother to the dark side and making him my goddamn dirty movie every-weekend conduit, which would have increased my status with my friends at that time like a million percent, but no. Something inside him resisted my charm and logic and pleading and offer of paper-route money. Something noble and pure. He’s a good egg, that one.
(Also, for some reason I hate “Philly.” In anything. Not sure why. Maybe because Pajiba’s own Seth Freilich is from there. That’s probably reason enough. Philadelphia? Fine. No problemo. Once it becomes “Philly”? I’m out!)
In the end, I got to see Carol Burnett, who I love with all my heart and is my eleven-year old daughter’s idol (my daughter kicks ass) and Alan Arkin. Oh and Danny Aiello! ‘Member when Danny Aiello was just a great actor, you guys?
‘Member? ‘Member when Danny Aiello wasn’t a shill for Fox News? ‘Member?
Aw, yeah, I ‘member.
Cue the: Thanks for ruining Danny Aiello for me, Lord Castletons!
And who knows the title of the header pic movie? Also an awful, awful title.
Okay, so those are mine. What are yours?
(And start to think of some other genres too, but save them, because over the next few weeks, I’ll have more of these coming. Books, Song Lyrics, etc. Should be fun…)
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