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.
Earlier today, at the gym, I was looking for the new episode of Hollywood Babble-On on the Smodcast Network to help make my intense cardio workout more bearable. What I learned when I listened was so exciting, I burned a hundred more calories than I usually do.
Kevin Smith has been talking on many of his weekly podcasts about a project that he is involved in, but cannot divulge any details about. Well, now that he has the go ahead from the studio involved, he spent an hour breaking it down in a podcast.
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).
Nerds on Film
Episode No. 70 — Mel Brooksuary: I Was Going To Make Espresso
The month of Mel Brooksuary continues with The Nerds welcoming special guest Roxi Nobari to talk about Mel Brooks’ masterpiece Young Frankenstein.
After a rousing conversation about which dead cinematic character we’d bring back to life, we launched into a fabulous discussion over what is arguably Mel Brook’s masterpiece: Young Frankenstein.
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!