Sunday, February 27, 2011

Old Faithful

Yay! It's Michael Moriarty!
Saw The Devil’s Advocate for the third time the other night.

No one in film has so dissected and anatomized diabolical corpi with more dedication and precision than Al Pacino.

Not even the combined forces of Martin Scorcese and the chilling characters he created with Robert DeNiro can come up with the living, breathing reality of what Pacino only began to discover with his Michael Corleone of The Godfather.
Okay, a little purple...
Prophetically and, I imagine, presciently, I initially spelled Godfather as Todfather.

Yes. The Deathfather!

That rather says it all.
Okay, typos are a casting of the I Ching as iPhones let you know...
The great excitement in the film [Insomnia] is that [Pacino] is paired with another, specifically comic genius, Robin Williams, who is equally given to a Shakespearean range of theater games.*

Both of these volcanoes play the most divinely impressive game of who can out-underplay the other. With explosive possibilities rumbling within the Pacino/Williams Showdown, what we’re invited to watch are two extraordinary artists laying out the mysteries of two seemingly normal but tragically flawed men.
NOW THAT IS JUST BEYOND THE PALE. ROBIN WILLIAMS IS JUST NOT ON THE SAME PLANE AS ANYBODY GOOD AND MORIARTY HAS FINALLY LOST HIS—
I danced to such slaughter until I met Janet Reno in the backroom of a Washington D.C. hotel. The sulfur rising from our chicken dinners was prophetically tyrannical. It was a preview of the enlightened despotism to be found in the Progressively Marxist New World Order of the Obama Nation. Such sulfur literally pores out of Joe Bidon’s pro-abortion Catholicism as his high-speed train pummels us more firmly into debt.
There we go, back to normal.

No wonder people take Andrew Breitbart's media empire seriously.

*All italics are Moriarty's. He just likes 'em is all.

13 comments:

Dr.KennethNoisewater said...

Michael Moriarity once described himself as a functioning alcoholic. Something's not functioning anymore. Though he clearly has a thesaurus and an extraordinarily high tolerance for pretension.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

The sulfur rising from our chicken dinners was prophetically tyrannical.

Greatest first novel sentence, evuh!!!!
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Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

It's like a d00d with a severe head injury is channeling William Gibson, or something.

mikey said...

I dunno. Seemed pretty clear to me. Of course, I'm officially defective and drunk and disassociated so your mileage, as they are wont to say, may vary.

Mine is fully turgid.

What?

I thought you'd want to know....

Smut Clyde said...

The sulfur rising from our chicken dinners was prophetically tyrannical.

Worst recipe evah.

Substance McGravitas said...

The CILANTRO rising from our chicken dinners.

Substance McGravitas said...

And suck it world: we got Moriarty AND Randy Quaid.

Dr.KennethNoisewater said...

Can you take Charlie Sheen too? Kthanksbai.

tigris said...

Though he clearly has a thesaurus and an extraordinarily high tolerance for pretension.

But not a dictionary, as that would've told him "corpora" and "pours."

Dr.KennethNoisewater said...

pours

Yeah, I was wondering about that too. I assumed he was trying to talk about stuff coming out of pores or...something.

Smut Clyde said...

And Todvater.

Substance McGravitas said...

You can only typo so much, Mr. Clydesdale.

Substance McGravitas said...

OMG! Gift horse!