The boys get particularly horny with this segment as a particularly dumb sex pun is repeated far too many times. Things get a little quiet as the cast gets cut down but we pump up the jams with some music discussion including an obligatory dancing Sam Rockwell.
From Dead to Ghosted, Dead at 21 that is, we’re talking Adam Scott (actor). A comprehensive and curious retrospective through a working man’s on screen career.
In writing this, there may need to be an actual introduction for the man himself right at the start. I have a feeling we may need an introduction to what we’re even trying to accomplish with these discussions. We know who Adam Scott is, and if the people reading this do too, then what more can this give them?
As we find out, there is a versatility to the nice looking fellow known to the mainstream as Ben Wyatt (Parks and Recreation) and comedy nerds for “That’s Not Funny” Adam (Comedy Bang Bang, U Talkin’ U2 To Me?). We’re guessing most mainstream will ask their culturally educated friends while watching Step Brothers or Big Little Lies if that nice looking fellow is, in fact, Ben Wyatt, and hoping they’ll reply his name is Adam Scott.
Is this all Adam has to offer in his profession, to fill the welcome role of that nice looking fellow, alternating between snarky douchebag and affable goofball?
There are acts of vehicular manslaughter in the Fast and Furious franchise. There are certainly quite a few straight up murders throughout, with Vin Diesel and his family getting a fair share of blood on their hands and, therefore, steering wheels. Listening to the lyrics in almost all of these songs for the official album, however, you’d think this is the album to Death Race 2000.
“Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder.”
This is a strange predicament we have here. Much like the strange and comedic contrast of fantastical steampunk technology atop a Western backdrop, never have we had such a distinct movie and soundtrack experience. Now there’s been similar ventures; Batman Forever was our first foray into a nostalgic film with eclectic song choices, American Pie was a dumb if enjoyable romp with a dumb and torturous soundtrack, and Alexander hadn’t even seen Digimon so he was stuck with just yet another ska laden session.
But what of Wild Wild West? Let’s just acknowledge this film in that we could have hour long discussions of each and every scene, it is a bizarre, troubling miracle of movie making. A miracle in the sense that it ever got made. As we vividly recall just some of the bonkers inclusions, we are alleviated by the surprisingly refreshing inclusions in the official soundtrack. I could explain more in this introduction but the usual quote I select sums up this visual and aural adventure into a very ’90’s wild West.
“Big Willie gets Dru Hill dressed as the Wild Bunch and these guys are stuck with Gilderoy Lockhart and his mechanical legs.”
After a brief respite to recuperate from the narrowing thought trail of dog murder, our optimism was in need of refueling. Having focused too heavily on their mortality, we had began to lose focus on the spiritual gift that dogs have given us. Thinking big was the right move, real big. What is more grand and opposed to death than questioning the very life of dogs?
From the end back to the beginning, we had to discuss the origin of dogs to discover the origin of dog movies. Mount your cork boards and unravel your red string because we’re unraveling the mounting discovery of humanity’s future guided through canine past.
“There is a ferret in this movie voiced by Amy Sedaris.”
After the sensual similarities between the love anthems of Batman Forever and American Pie, a less excitable film was necessary to broaden the palette. Having discussed some of the iconic aural experiences of the millennial music era, we were both hankering for some of the more obvious hits. We needed a film that would pander to the lowest common denominator, lower than even randy hormonal teenagers. Dumb children.
While the soundtracks to our prior conversations could be suitable for an organised party, by indoctrinating young minds with sudden blasts of these popular number ones, they would certainly plead to have these CDs to play on repeat endlessly. This is the exact cultural osmosis we had pledged to investigate and one of us was in fact a victim to our very next choice.
Alexander had avoided the craze, being raised pure on pocket monsters, whereas I, Devon, had struck out on the alternative Japanese animation brought to the West. Digimon had infected my conscious with a bevy of plump analytical jumping off points; the heavy hitters, the wayward trend leeches, and most disturbingly, that damned Angela Anaconda short that preluded the home release. I mean, seriously, what was that show?
“Our ska cherries have been popped and we are tired old daddies.”
At first glance, the moody superhero aesthetic of Batman would seem nothing like the lowbrow teen antics of American Pie. Yet, somehow, the soundtrack to Batman Forever managed to bridge the gap of sensual fuck jams. Now we’re balls deep in the aural erotica for a new generation. As well as a film that blew open the enduring paradox of reflecting a crucial and timeless gauntlet in (hetero) male youth, while everyone else asked if we actually needed to see this on screen.
As desperate as Jim was to feel that sweet apple pie, Alexander and I were hoping for some authentic era buttrock and antique era ska. Much like that pie, there was more dick here than dessert.
“The literal failure for our protagonist in this narrative is he doesn’t get his dick in.”
After a brief respite, Alexander and I have returned to the much needed analysis of canine cinema. Accomplishing the creation of our own dog movie so soon had placed us on a narrow path and the break has shifted us away from intense dog murder.
When returning to the series, we questioned what had to be assessed and came to the obvious point. We had barely talked about existing dog movies, only in reference, and had to map out the political climate of the waters we’re braving.
“You wouldn’t get Marley biting Owen Wilson on his jeb-end.”
It’s hard to place Batman Forever on the list of best to worst films of the caped crusader. After all, each director brings their own cinematic flair to the iconic superhero. Burton relishes in gothic imagery, Nolan explores realistic philosophical issues, and Schumacher… well, he was just making comic book movies.
Unfairly double billed alongside Batman and Robin, his first addition to the franchise is quite the wonderful dichotomy of Burton’s poetic moodiness and Leslie H. Martinson’s camp classic Batman [’66]. It shouldn’t work but as we discover, absurd contrasts of light and dark is what the Dark Knight is all about.
Another list then where Forever can proudly shine it’s bat-signal, the official soundtrack. While Batman [’89] did feature the unforgettable Prince, Forever went hard in that pop direction. Alexander and I, Devon, take a musical trip back through ’90’s Gotham.
“Tell the fat lady she’s on in five.”
Dogs. What are they? Where did they come from? How did they become our best friend? We may never know the answers. Why are there so many dog movies, and could they alleviate our concerns? Against our best instincts, we must make another dog movie…
Continued from last time, can an all dog cast horror work? Is the care-free Casey going to be able to overcome the killer? Is there more backstory to be discovered? How quickly can we get a sequel out the door? Am I just using the repetitive rhetorical questions because I leave editing these to the last minute and haven’t wrote an intro for this one?
But isn’t that literally how Nutty Professor 2 ends?