Way back in 1992, Bill Clinton uttered a line that has since become a part of the lexicon, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.” That certainly applies to my wife, Persnickety Lane, and I, who if you read yesterday’s post would know about being held captive in an AMC theater, waiting for a movie to start while being tortured with 30 minutes of ads beforehand.
Well guess what? That shit hasn’t changed.
Last Wednesday night, Persnickety and I attended a Fathom showing of Mel Brook’s greatest movie, ‘Blazing Saddles.” Believing the theater would follow the same pattern as it had only a few weeks before when we attended the 70th anniversary showing of ‘Rear Window,’ which went straight to the movie, we were not going to relive the same experience as when we went to see Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, the story of the ghost so nice they named him twice.
WRONG.
Once again AMC spent another half hour of my life with the same damn ads I had suffered through before. Seriously! I felt like I was being punished and I don’t even know what I did wrong. ‘Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more,’ the immortal words of Henry V, before the Battle of Agincourt, easy for him to say, he wasn’t having to listen to another advertisement about the upcoming Bob Dylan or having to once again, make that twice again suffer John Legend in his own mind, talk about mindlessly taking the COVID jab. Big talk from someone who took to the internet to urge the people of Springfield, Ohio to happily accept all of the illegal Haitians now flooding their community like a bug infestation, raping and murdering and doing so while eating someone’s golden retriever with barbeque sauce. Put them in his Beverly Hills neighborhood and he’d be singing a much different song, and like all of his others, equally shitty. I stand by what I said in yesterday’s post, I hope Legend in his own mind, gets it for each time the audience had to suffer through him.
And what a difference a week makes. The first time this happened at Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, still the ghost so nice they named him twice, I was seriously annoyed with Persnickety Lane, once more reverting to her previous name of Poops Ahoy, for going to the restroom, thinking she might miss the start of the movie. If you had ever timed one of her restroom visits, you would understand my concern, the Jews, spent less time wandering in the desert than she does in one of them. Luv ya Poops. This time however when she repeated the events of previously, I was not concerned at all. The way I saw it she could take al; the time in the world, the ads still had over another thirty to go before Leonard Maltin, showed up on screen to introduce the movie. Poor Leonard is in his seventies, he does not have that much time left in life to be waiting out all of those ads that no one wants to see anyway. And just for information purposes, yes. she did get back in plenty of time before the movie started.
The movie was great, one of my all-time favorites and some of Gene Wilder’s best work. The humor is hilarious, a movie that would be impossible to make in today’s world of poor poor pitiful me snowflakes. Proof that wherever there’s a good time there’s a leftist pussy waiting to spoil it. In closing, more movies like ‘Blazing Saddles,’ less propaganda, and let everyone enjoy the movie they came out to see that they could have ordered on Netflix.
Until next time, be good or be good at it.
A Fifth of Brian 