To celebrate the beginning of yet another Mel Brooksuary, The Nerds chat about Robin Hood: Men in Tights whilst under the influence of an underhanded Scandinavian spirit.
It’s no secret that I love Mel Brooks. I spend every January, starting on New Year’s Day watching his movies all month long. I call it “Mel Brooksuary” (which inspired our very own Sean to try his own “Denzel Marchington”). I could spend this entire blog telling you why Brooks is a brilliant filmmaker that turned the parody genre into an art form. I could tell you about how he was a WW2 vet that diffused landmines and blasted the Nazis with pop music just to piss them off, or how he’s one of eleven people to ever EGOT, or how he belongs to an elite group of renowned comedy writers that all wrote Your Show of Shows together (including Carl Reiner, Neil Simon, and Mel Tolkin).
“…I guess we’ll never know. It’s like a kind of torture to have to watch the show!”
Statler and Waldorf. America’s favorite hecklers. Bless their grumpy old hearts, for they are the comedic greek chorus ofThe Muppet Show (1976-1981). Those cranky kooks made an art form out of destroying Fozzie’s stand-up acts and the other array of ridiculous performances that graced the show every Saturday night.
It’s story time kids!
I want to tell you a tale of three adventurers who fought against metal monsters in an epic battle known as “Rush Hour”
to place themselves in the kingdom of “Cinequest”. Yes, their battle was fierce, and many obstacles were thrown in their direction, but through sheer will and determination these three brave souls, from different walks of life, found one another, safe and ready for entertainment.
Ed. Note: This story contains explicit language.
Blog Entry #1 – Should Have Stayed Home
What did I do last night!? Seriously, I can’t figure it out. I’ve tried. Don’t think that I haven’t. I’ve tried meditating; I’ve tried standing on my head for better blood flow; I’ve even tried going for a run! (News flash, I hate running. I was nearly hit by two different cars, and I am fairly certain there is a small fire in my shin. How IS THAT POSSIBLE!?). Did any of that work? No. Not one fucking bit!