Saturday, 6 November 2021

Calumet


How'd You Like Some Ice-cream, Doc?


“ The Poster that came out 
in Europe, at least in 
England, I believe, 
before The Movie was released in Europe said, 
"The Wave of Terror 
that swept across America." 

And Kubrick controlled 
The Posters very carefully

Now, it made you do a double take. 
I remember seeing it in Europe. 
I was the Rome Bureau Chief at the time for ABC News. 

And I remember looking at it. 
It said, 
"The Wave of Terror that 
swept across America." 

What's he talking about? 

And you'd sort of think that 
he was talking about 
the impact of The Book, 
The Shining. Maybe

The impact of The Movie 
that had just opened 
over there? Maybe

It didn't quite fit. 

The Wave of Terror 
that swept across America 
from Portland, Maine, 
to Portland, Oregon, 
was the genocidal armies and 
The White Men with Their Axe 
clearing it all and bringing in extractive industries, 
among many other 
good things as well. 

But that was The Wave of Terror that swept across America
terrifying, of course
The American Indians. 

I went in to see this movie in Leicester Square Movie Theatre, right near Leicester Square 
in London. 
And I remember it 
quite clearly from... 
I can even remember 
the seats we were sitting in. 

If I went back to that theater, 
I could point them to you, sort of near the back and over to the left. 

From the moment of 
the opening astonishing 
helicopter shot, 
I was terrified
I had no idea what 
was coming. 

I remember sort of sitting 
on the front edge of my theater seat there 
to keep from falling off. 

And I remember gripping my belt buckle with my left hand, I think it was... 
yes, my left hand, sort of to keep from falling off the edge of the seat 
and to try to Control My Terror 
as I watched this movie. 

I had no idea 
what was coming. 

I hadn't read The Book. 
I had barely seen any of the posters. 

And I remember that I was stunned when the movie was over. 

We left the theater, went in... 
down into our underground car park 
to get into the car to leave. 
And as we were driving up 
out of the car park, 
I was sitting in the back left seat. 

I was thinking, 
“What was that?”
“What was that?”
“What was it?”
“What was it?”
“What was it?”

And I think 
my visual imagination looked at that 
Calumet baking powder can
the one right behind Hallorann's head 
when he was talking to Danny. 

I knew what "calumet" meant. 
It meant "peace pipe." 

And I thought to myself, 
“Peace pipe, Indians —
Oh, my goodness, 
they're all over the place 
in that movie.”


‘The Loser has to 
keep America clean.’

And I suddenly said to my friends, 
"That movie was about the genocide 
of the American Indians." 

And they said, 
"What are you talking about?" 

And I started explaining it, because I'd noticed the Calumet baking soda can. 

In the first... the first time 
we seen one, it's 
a single baking powder can 
straight on. 

And you can see the whole word, "Calumet," so there's no duplicity, like the little girls represent later. 

This is an honest truth, an honest peace pipe between them. 

The other time we see the Calumet baking powder cans is when they're very carefully placed behind Jack Nicholson's head when he's talking to Grady. 

‘No need to rub it in, Mr. Grady. 
I'll deal with that situation as soon as I get out of here.’

 There's about six or seven of them stacked up, and they're all turned different ways, 
and you can't read any one 
of them completely. 

It's... I've always 
interpreted those 
as being broken, dishonest 
peace pipe treaties. 

They're not... 
These Two Guys, 
Grady and Jack, 
are not being honest 
with each other. 

Grady is trying to get Jack 
to go Kill His Family 
and commit Genocide
in the larger sense of the movie. 

You know, I mean, 
Kubrick often, 
in many of his movies, 
he will end them with a puzzle so that he forces you to go out of the theater saying, 

"What was that about?" 

And he would put things in the scenes that he knows will be, 
among other things, like confirmers when people start to try to figure out what the movie is about. 

And we know he took 
this kind of care

There's a photograph in one of the books that actually shows 
Kubrick carefully arranging objects on the shelves 
in that dry goods room. 

I thought afterwards, 
"How come I saw this 
and a lot of other people didn't?" 

And I've thought about it. 
It's a combination of factors

First, I grew up in Chicago 
and, therefore, 
just north of 
The Calumet Harbor 
and spent summers up 
in the sand dunes of Michigan, 
around on the other side 
of Lake Michigan. 

My Father took me and my sister out to collect little bits of Indian pottery. 

I'd already... I'd already covered, at that point in 1980, five years of the Lebanese civil war. 

I was, at that point, 
covering John Paul II. 
I was the Rome Bureau Chief. 
And listening to what 
he was saying about... 

Because he had experienced 
The Holocaust at its epicenter 
and also other horrors. 

And so all of those factors were very much alive in my mind 
when we went to see The Shining, 
which I just thought was going to be 
some kind of horror movie 
by this great moviemaker. 

And all of those coming together along with the little key, 
the Calumet baking soda can
is why I just happened to tune to it as we were driving up out of that underground parking garage just off Leicester Square.”


“I first saw the movie in 1980 
when it first came out and saw it probably two times. 

I can say that I remembered 
the skier poster. 

That is one thing that really stuck with me. 
And The Window
The Window in The Office, 
that's another thing 
that really stuck with me. 

I remember, you know, in the newspapers afterwards, 
people being disappointed

And I remember people that I knew, 
yes, in dialogue afterwards, 
being disappointed that 
it was not more 
a horror film. 

Well, no Kubrick film's really 
just a regular movie. 

I understood that from, well, when I was 10 years old and I first saw 2001. I walked away. I thought, "This is a film that's supposed to make me think." 

I had my first 
religious experience 
seeing the film 
2001: A Space Odyssey 
in 1968.

Paul Doesn’t Die.


All Fathers Give Me Strength.

The Dwarf :
You understand, Boy?
You're about to take the full force of A Star.
It'll KILL You.


Only if I Die.

The Dwarf :
Well… Yes.... 
That's what 
"Killing You", means.



When Paul get killed, 
he doesn't die because... 
The Messiah is all The Humanity, 
can get enlightened. 

In The End, His Mind is 
the mind of every person. 

He's a Plural Being :
“I am The Others.”
“The Others are Me.”

And then, if the whole humanity get enlightened... The Earth changed

The Planet of Sand... start to grow plant, animals, be like a paradise. 

Dune is a Messiah of The Planets 
because is a planet with Consciousness
With the same consciousness of Paul. 
And The Planet go to The Universe... to illuminate the other planets. 









changed The End of The Book, evidently! 

In the book, it's a continuation. 
The Planet never changed. 
Is not awake, with a Cosmic Consciousness. 
It's not a Messiah, The Planet. 

I did that. It's different
It was My Dune. 

When you make a picture, 
you must not respect The Novel. 

It's like you get married, no? 
You go with the wife, white, 
the woman is white... 
you take the woman, 
if you respect the woman, 
you will never have Child. 

You need to open The Costume and to... To rape The Bride. 

And then you will have Your Picture. 
I was raping Frank Herbert, raping, like this! 
But with Love, with Love. 

And then I came with that. 
It was such a beautiful object. 
So well done and at the time, 
there were no photocopies. 
It was just photos of each drawing. In color... so well done... with so much detail about the costumes, 
about the techniques used. 

Every studio have 
one book like this. 
Every studio. 
Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, Universal, 
everything, all them... 

Michel Seydoux give a book like that. 

This approach was chosen precisely because... 
I was thinking they might have a certain distrust of Jodorowsky. 
But since we were showing the camera angles, 
since we explained each scene... 
the way we wanted to film it... 
they should have been relieved

But They weren't
It wasn't enough

In Los Angeles, I wasn't optimistic. 
The thing is that sometimes The French and The Americans... 
have difficult relationships, you know. Well, we have had. 

We were almost at the finish line,
 but we had to find the last $5 million. 
The film cost $15 million. 
Well, we estimated it as $15... 

We had been invited to Walt Disney studios by the chairman of the board. 

He looked through the project and said: 
"This is a wonderful project...
but it is like The Concorde. 
It's an exceptional plane, but over here, never!" 

And there I said to myself 
that we were going to face a lot of problems. 
They always received us in a very friendly way... 
but it was always the same answer. 

When we would give them The Book, they were very impressed. 
They had never seen anything like it. 
Each time, they would tell us, 
"It's superb. It's very well-constructed.
You've solved the technical problems of those special effects. 
It's economically reasonable

But we don't get 
Your Director.

Hollywood did not visualize science fiction that way. 
It was in 2001: A Space Odyssey, or in small B movies. 

But a huge movie, that would cost millions of dollars with all the effects. 
They did not conceive of that. 

Maybe it was a bit long as well. 
Maybe the film was a bit too long. 
They asked me to make a picture one hour and a half, for the theaters. 

And myself, 
"No, why the time?
I will make a picture of 12 hours! 
Or 2O hours!” 

The totally outrageous side of Jodorowsky, 
especially after The Holy Mountain and El Topo
did not give them faith that he could lead this very ambitious project

Because $15 million in the middle of the '70s was a lot of money. 
And that was Their Answer, 
even though they found everything else to be perfect

Everything was Great, 
except The Director. 

You have to be like A Poet. 
Your Movie must be just as 
You Think of It and just as You Want It. 

Do not take comments to change this or that 
from this person or the otherNo

The Movie has to be just 
Like I Dream It. 
The Picture need to be exactly as I am dreaming the picture. Is a dream. Don't change my dream. This system make of us slaves. Without dignity. Without depth. With a devil in our pocket. This incredible money are in the pocket. This money. This shit. This nothing. This paper who have nothing inside. Movies have heart. Have mind. Have power. Have ambition. I wanted to do something like that. Why not? Very disappointed. Very disappointed because we all believed in it. I believed in it. Now, this is my take on it... but I think he didn't feel like... doing something else after such a project... which was the project of his life, I believe. That's my feeling. 

I think that the humiliation that Alejandro Jodorowsky suffered, in not having been chosen, in having been eliminated for being too original, being too surrealistic…
that is a permanent injury

I think that Jodorowsky 
carries that in his heart for life

I was convinced that it would be something Great. 
But then Dino De Laurentiis' daughter came along 
and took the project away from us... 
and gave it to David Lynch. 

And when I heard that 
David Lynch will direct that... 
I have a pain because 
admire David Lynch. He can do it! 
He is the only one in this moment who can do it and he will do it! 

suffer because was My Dream. 
Another person will do that... 
maybe better than me. 

And then when the picture, they will show the picture here... 
I say I will not go to see that 
because I will die

And My Sons say, 
"No, We are Warriors. 
You need to come and to see that." 

And then they take me, like an ill person 
I came to the theater. Even I think I will cry. 

And I start to see the picture...
and step by step, 
step by step, 
step by step... 

I became happy because 
the picture was awful
Is a failure

Well, it's a human reaction, no? 
Is not beautiful, 
but I have that reaction. 
I say, "Is not possible. Is not David Lynch because he is a big artist.
Is The Producer who did that. 


“I've never seen the movie 
and I never will.”

From this supposed failure
come a lot of creation. 

In The Life, thing come, you say "YES." 

Thing go away, you say "YES." 

We don't do Dune? “YES!”
That is, “YES, We Don't Do it!

And then so what? And then so what? Dune is in the world like a dream, but dreams change the world also. 

Dune was…. Dune is Like Paul —
It’s Throat was Cut,
But it Didn’t DIE.


I think it was a guide. A guide for some. In any case, I am convinced that our storyboard... made the rounds in the halls of Hollywood. I can't imagine that isn't the case. It pleases me to imagine that. You always have to see the positive. Giger. He make the monster of Alien. Why he make the monster of Alien? Because Dan O'Bannon. O'Bannon create Alien. They take Moebius, they take Giger, Foss. And Hollywood start to use my group. Was very fantastic. And then Moebius say to me, 
"What you will do? You will die?" 

No, I will not die. For me to fail is only to change the way. If we don't do that... the Dune we was doing is... The roots are the Dune of Herbert. But this Dune is us. Is the optical. Is a creation. And then, I will use everything I put in Dune to make comics. I say to Moebius, "Why we don't do a comic?" And I start to dictate The Inca/. A lot of images that are in here are in here. And then I find an Argentine, a Spanish, Juan Gimenez. And there I make all the spaceship I design for Dune are in The Metabarons. Even the Duke Leto. I made him castrated by a bull... and we find the sorcerer who will take a drop of his blood... in order to make the child. I did it here, is here, like I was shooting! I did it. I start with Dune, but I go farther, no? Farther. I continue and I did it, my work. I think Dune will be fantastic if somebody take this script... even if I am not alive... and do a picture in animation. 

Now is possible. I can die, 
They can do My Picture. 

I have 84 years, but I am still creating. I am not [ groaning Old Man-noises ]

All my life I create, and is more and more and more.

 The Mind is like A Universe. 
It's constantly expanding. 
Like The Universe, exactly like The Universe, open the mind. The opening of the mind is every day, is open. 

That was this picture. 
Open the mind of all the persons who worked there. From the producer to the artists. From the workers, for every one was an opening of the mind, this work. 

Was ambitious, but not too
Was ambitious

Myself, I have the ambition 
to live 300 years. 
I will not live 300 years. 
Maybe I will live one year more
But I have the ambition

Why you will not have Ambition? Why? 
Have The Greatest Ambition Possible

You want to be Immortal? 
Fight to be Immortal. Do it. 

You want to make the most fantastic art of movie? Try

If you fail, is not important. 
We need to Try



Dreams are Messages 
from The Deep. 

My Planet Arrakis is so beautiful when The Sun is low. 
Rolling over The Sands, 
you can see Spice in The Air. 

At nightfall, 
the Spice harvesters land. 

The Outsiders race against time 
to avoid The Heat of The Day. 
They ravage Our Lands in front of Our Eyes. 
Their Cruelty to My People 
is all I've known. 
These Outsiders, The Harkonnens, came long before I was born. 

By controlling the Spice Production they became obscenely rich. 

Richer than The Emperor himself. 
Our Warriors couldn't free Arrakis 
from The Harkonnens, but one day, 
by Imperial Decree, They were gone. 

Why did The Emperor 
choose This Path? 
And who will Our Next 
Oppressors be? 

Whatever You Believe Imprisons You.





Jim Garrison and the Illuminati 

Discordianism is in direct contradiction of the monotheory- mono theist foundations of Western religion, Western logic and Western law, all of which assume that there is one correct model that is true in all cases. People who are religious in the dogmatic Judaeo-Christian sense, logicians who haven't gotten to Godel's Proof yet, and lawyers of all sorts are the last persons on Earth to be able to appreciate the Discordian philosophy. 

Nonetheless, in a totally Quixotic way, Kerry Thornley, dragging his Discordian history behind him, insisted on getting himself involved in the Kennedy Assassination Mania of the '60s, and went straight to a lawyer — New Orleans D.A. Jim "The Jolly Green Giant" Garrison. He might as well have gone to a Thomist theologian. 

Kerry decided in 1967, after reading Mark Lane's Rush to Judgment and a few other of the Kennedy assassination books, that perhaps his old friend Lee Harvey Oswald hadn't killed the President after all; maybe there really was a conspiracy. Kerry naively went back to New Orleans and had several long talks with District Attorney Garrison, who had opened a new investigation which seemed to be uncovering such a conspiracy. 

Thornley and Jim Garrison did not make a good team together, to put it mildly. In fact, at their last interview, each told the other to go to hell. Discordianism and law do not mix. Kerry left New Orleans and angrily informed all his friends and correspondents that Garrison was an unscrupulous demagogue who was organizing a witch-hunt to excite the gullible and advance his own political career. Garrison's aides struck back with a series of ridiculous charges against Thornley. 

Naturally, I got drawn into the controversy. 

That was when I really began to understand how arbitrary are the reality-constructs of the average human nervous system. The establishment press was 100% anti-Garrison and denied all of his charges. The underground press was 100% pro-Garrison and supported all of his charges. In Leary's language, all the signals that could be organized into a "good" Garrison Gestalt were transmitted freely and omnidirectionally in the underground press game, while all signals suggestive of a "bad" Garrison, or inconsistent with a "good" Garrison, were smoothly, efficiently reserved for the Establishment press game. 

"My God," the Libertarian said to himself one day in early 1968, when this had become clear, "the left wing is as robotic as the right wing." (We apologize for our naivete in taking until 1968 to figure that out.) 

It certainly illustrated the first law of Discordianism: "Convictions cause convicts." Whatever you believe imprisons you. 

Thornley, as I had gotten to know him through the mails and then through visits, was a humorous, agnostic, libertarian person who was dogmatic about only two things: anarchism and pacifism. It was against his personal ethic to destroy life in any form. It was impossible for one to consider him seriously as a participant in a conspiracy to murder anybody. 

And yet, in the underground press, Thornley and the other Garrison suspects were pictured as a weird gang of homosexual Satanic C.I.A. Nazi fanatics. It was the McCarthyism of the '50s all over again, coming from the left this time. 

("There seem to be a lot of different realities going around these days," Abbie Hoffman said during the Democratic Convention horrors of 1968; that may well be the only intelligent thing he ever said.) 

From that time to this the Skeptic has made it a point to read one or two periodicals every month put out by some political or religious group he despises, just to see what sort of signals are being screened out by his habitual reality-maps. It is most educational. 

(Aleister Crowley and Bertrand Russell, respectively the outstanding mystic and the outstanding rationalist of the 20th Century, have also recommended this practice. It is one of the best ways to discover how Nasrudin's donkey—the self-metaprogrammer—works.) 


Meanwhile, Thornley discovered that Allan Chapman, of Texas, one of Garrison's aides, believed the JFK assassination was the work of the Bavarian Illuminati. Of course, I had been an expert on that subject (I thought) for a number of years, and Garrison's involvement in it encouraged me to enter the belief system that Garrison was a paranoid or a demagogue or both. There simply were no real Illuminati; it was all a rightwing fantasy-a sanitized version of the tired old Elders-of- Zion mythology. Although the underground press was absolutely fundamentalist in its allegiance to the Garrison Revelations, it was also intensely gullible and eager to believe all manner of additional conspiracy theories, the weirder the better. Most Discord ians, at this time, were contributors to underground newspapers all over the country. We began surfacing the Discordian Society, issuing position papers offering non-violent anarchist techniques to mutate our robot-society. One was our "PURSE" plan (Permanent Universal Rent Strike Exchange) in which everybody simply stops paying rent forever. (Can they dispossess us all into the Atlantic and Pacific?) Another was our "PUTZ" plan (Permanent Universal Tax Zap), in which everybody stops paying taxes. Along with this we planted numerous stories about the Discordian Society's aeon-old war against the sinister Illuminati. We accused everybody of being in the Illuminati— Nixon, Johnson, William Buckley, Jr., ourselves, Martian invaders, all the conspiracy buffs, everybody. We did not regard this as a hoax or prank in the ordinary sense. We still considered it guerrilla ontology. My personal attitude was that if the New Left wanted to live in the particular tunnel-reality of the hard-core paranoid, they had an absolute right to that neurological choice. I saw Discordianism as the Cosmic Giggle Factor, introducing so many alternative paranoias that everybody could pick a favorite, if they were inclined that way. I also hoped that some less gullible souls, overwhelmed by this embarrassment of riches, might see through the whole paranoia game and decide to mutate to a wider, funnier, more hopeful reality-map. The distinguished poet Ed Sanders, author of Fuck God Up The Ass and other immortal works, once sent me an urgent message, warning, "There's nothing funny about the Illuminati. They're real!" I laughed immoderately, as the Fool always does before the doors of Chapel Perilous swing shut behind him. The Discordian revelations seem to have pressed a magick button. New exposes of the Illuminati began to appear everywhere, in journals ranging from the extreme Right to the ultra-Left. Some of this was definitely not coming from us Discordians. In fact, one article in the Los Angeles Free Press in 1969 consisted of a taped interview with a black phone-caller who claimed to represent the "Black Mass," an Afro-Discordian conspiracy we had never heard of. He took credit, on behalf of the Black Mass and the Discordians, for all the bombings elsewhere attributed to the Weather Underground. 

Other articles claimed the Illuminati definitely were a Jesuit conspiracy, a Zionist conspiracy, a bankers' conspiracy, etc., and accused such worthies as FDR, J. Edgar Hoover, Lenin, Aleister Crowley, Jefferson and even Charlemagne of being members of it, whatever it was. All this inspired Bob Shea and me to start work on the gigantic novel which finally emerged as the Illuminatus trilogy. We made The Discordians The Good Guys and The Illuminati The Bad Guys in an epic of convoluted treachery that satirized all conspiracy theories of Left and Right. 

A good omen early in the writing cheered us vastly. A search through the Discordian Archives revealed that the earliest of Discordian holy books—How the West Was Lost, by Maladypse the Younger (Greg Hill)—was originally printed, after office hours, on the Xerox machine of D.A. Jim Garrison, in summer 1963. (Greg's girlfriend was Garrison's secretary.) That would be about the time when Oswald was ordering the Carcano rifle and I was having my experience with the green man in the cornfield, and by this time we were all too sophisticated to dismiss such a pattern as "mere coincidence." Synchronicity, by Goddess, was afoot. . . and the weirdness was increasing. For instance, we Discordians had a mystic sign, like the Masons and everybody else. Ours was blandly lifted from good old Tory warmonger Winston Churchill; it was the V-for-Victory Winnie had used all through World War II. Of course, to us, it had special Discordian meanings: theV, being the Roman numeral for 5, illustrated the Law of Fives. The way the sign is made, with 2 fingers up and 3 bent down, exemplifies the hidden 23 within the Law of Fives. The fact that this sign is also used by Catholic priests in blessing and by Satanists in invoking the devil illustrates the essential ambiguity of all symbolism, or the Cosmic Giggle Factor. Between the first edition of the Principia Discordia, run off on Jim Garrison's Xerox machine in 1963, and the fourth edition, published by Rip-Off Press in Berkeley in 1969, only 3,125 copies of that basic Discordian text were ever distributed. Nonetheless, the V sign, somehow, got accepted by the whole counter-culture, especially circa 1966-70. One saw hundreds of thousands of protesters using it at the Pentagon demonstration in October 1967 and again at the Democratic convention of 1968. The odd part was that virtually nobody using it was aware that we Discordians had revived i t . . . The Pentagon itself, of course, is a sacred Discordian shrine, both because it is five-sided* and because the Byzantine bureaucracy there enshrined illustrates so wonderfully the basic Discordian sociological law enunciated by Kerry Thornley in The Gospel According to Fred: "Imposition of Order = Escalation of Chaos." I attended the Pentagon protest in October 1967—where the Yippies attempted to expel the Demon, Yog-Sothoth, by chanting, "Out, demon, out!" -and all of it, especially the V signs, seemed as if the Discordian version of surrealism was becoming a new political reality. The next year the Yippies ran a pig for President. A psychologist named Richard Ryan, in New Jersey, read some of the Discordian literature and wrote to tell me another 23 mindfuck. Ryan had overheard a psychiatrist, in a mental hospital where they both worked, giving a royal asschewing to a nurse who'd made a mistake. "When I say 23 c c , " the psychiatrist had shouted, "I want 23 cc.-not 24 cc." Ryan heard this on his way to visit a ward with chronic schizophrenics. When he entered the ward, one of the schizzies said to him, in a tone of anxiety, "Yes, yes, 23 cc."

Desert Power


Prometheus best scene - David 8 plays basketball, so alone

 

Michael George Hartley... This is a nasty, dark little room. 

That's right. 

We are not happy in it. 

I am. It's better than a nasty, dark little trench. 

Then you're a big noble fellow. 

That's right. 

Here is William Potter with my newspaper. 

Here you are, Tosh. 

Thanks. Would you care for one of Corporal Hartley's cigarettes? 

 

Is it there? 

Of course. Headlines. But I bet it isn't mentioned in the Times. 

"Bedouin tribes attack Turkish stronghold." 

I bet that no one in this headquarters even knows it happened. Or would care if it did. Allow me to ignite your cigarette. 

Mr. Lawrence? Yes. 

Flimsy, sir. 

Thank you. 

You'll do that once too often. It's only Flesh and Blood. 

Michael George Hartley, you're A Philosopher. 

And you're balmy! It damn well hurts! 

Certainly, it hurts. 

What's The Trick, then? 

The Trick, William Potter, is not minding that It Hurts. 

By the way, if Captain Gibbon should enquire for me, tell him I've gone for a chat with the general. - He's balmy. - He's all right. Lawrence. Yes? You're supposed to be... Do you usually wear your cap in the mess? Always. You should be on duty. Where are you going? Mustn't talk shop, Freddie, not in the mess. I'm going for a powwow with the general. I'm not asking as your superior, but as the secretary of this mess. We don't want chaps in here who should be

 

Charles

 

  






“No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”


— Nelson Mandela

Break Stuff.




The Diamond in The Rough





Aladdin is a poor Young Man living in China (In Name Only. The setting is completely Islamic). He has no job and lives off the little money His Widowed Mother can bring in; His Father died from Grief at such An Irresponsible Son. One day, An Evil Maghreb Sorcerer approaches him, claiming to be His Father's Brother but in fact seeking to use him for his own benefit. He gives Aladdin A Ring and sends him into A Magic Cave to retrieve An Old Oil Lamp, but when Aladdin struggles on the last step, The Magician's impatience gets the better of him and he seals The Cave with Aladdin and His Lamp inside. 

Fortunately, he's still wearing His Magic Ring which, when rubbed, releases a Jinn who brings him out. When he gets home, Aladdin's Mother starts cleaning The Lamp, releasing a far more powerful Jinn who grants Aladdin his every wish.


Over time, with the use of The Lamp, Aladdin becomes vastly wealthy. He even gains The Sultan's favorite daughter for His Wife. However, The Sorcerer realizes that Aladdin must have escaped with The Lamp, so he steals it with a ruse, then takes Aladdin's Palace, along with His Wife and all his possessions, to His Home in Maghreb.


Aladdin despairs, but all is not lost, because he still has that Magic Ring. While The Ring Jinn can't simply undo The Lamp Jinn's Magic, He can transport Aladdin to His Palace, where he frees His Wife, beats the bad guy, and gets His Lamp back.

 

 All right! You know, it is funny because I'm so used to-
Always-, my key is always higher than the actors' who do, like, my songs
I can't believe-
You have a high voice
But you-, you actually do the song-, I do it in A, erm, in C, right?
Yeah
You do it in what?
In D
Unbelievable (a step up)
My ego has just shattered everything
You wanna try it?
Let's do it!


Proud of your boy
I'll make you proud of your boy
Believe me, bad as I've been, ma
You're in for a pleasant surprise


I've wasted time
I've wasted me
So say I'm slow for my age
A late bloomer, okay, I agree
That I've been one rotten kid
Some son, some pride and some joy
But I'll get over these lousin' up
Messin' up, screwin' up times
 

You'll see, ma, now comes the better part
Someone's gonna make good cross his stupid heart
Make good and finally make you
Proud of your boy
 

Tell me that I've been a louse and loafer
You won't get a fight here, no, ma'am
Say I'm a goldbrick, a goof-off, no good
But that couldn't be all that I am
 

Water flows under the bridge, let it pass
Let it go
There's no good reason that you should believe me, not yet
I know, but
 

Someday and soon
I'll make you proud of your boy
Though I can't make myself taller
Or smarter or handsome or wise
 

I'll do my best, what else can I do?
Since I wasn't born perfect like dad or you
Mom, I will try to try hard to make you
Proud of your boy

 

Friday, 5 November 2021

Raised, to The Power of FOUR


The Fourth Man.







Final Battle With Vigo | Film Clip | GHOSTBUSTERS II


Do You Believe in :
UFOs, 
Astral Projections, 
Mental Telepathy, 
ESP, 
Clairvoyance, 
Spirit Photography, 
Telekinetic Movement, 
Full Trans-Mediums, 
The Loch Ness Monster 
and  
The Theory of Atlantis?

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE
Uh... If there's 
a steady paycheck in it, 
I'll Believe anything you SAY.



We Three

When Shall We Three Meet Again, 
In Thunder, Lightning, or in Rain?





Capturing Slimer | Film Clip | GHOSTBUSTERS


Meeting the Scoleri Brothers | Film Clip | GHOSTBUSTERS II


A-B-C
Easy as one, two, three
Ah, simple as Do-Re-Mi
ABC, 1, 2, 3
Baby, You and Me, girl!


We Three Kings of Orient, are --
One in a Taxi,
One in a Car --

One on a Scooter,
Blowing his Hooter,
Following Yonder Star..!!





Dana is hooked up to the Aura-Video Analyzer. 
She is now upstairs on the second floor being interviewed by Peter, Ray, and Egon.
The Analyzer's monitor displays Dana's head in several different colors. 
Dana is at the end of Her Story.

DANA
And This Voice said "Zuul," 
and then I slammed the refrigerator door and I left. 
That was two days ago, 
and I haven't been back to my apartment.

VENKMAN
Generally you don't see that kind of behavior in a major appliance. 
What do you think it was?

Ray switches off the Analyzer's monitor. 
Egon is seated next to Dana looking at her with a head light. 
He removes the diodes from her head. 
Dana gets annoyed.

DANA
Well, if I knew what it was 
I wouldn't be here.

VENKMAN
Egon, what do you think?

Egon turns to Peter with his head lamp still on. Peter is blinded. 
He swats at the air until Egon clicks the light off. 
Peter opens his eyes. 

EGON
She's Telling The Truth. 
At least, she thinks she is.

DANA: 
Well, of course 
I'm Telling The Truth! 
Wh-who would make up 
A Story like that?

VENKMAN
Some are people who just want attention. 
Others, just nutballs who come in off the street.

Ray, with a Budweiser can in his hand, starts to speculate.

RAY
You know what it could be? 
Past Life Experience 
intruding on present time.

He sits. Egon walks over to the couch and grabs a Cheez-Its box.

EGON
Could be A Race Memory stored in The Collective Unconscious —
I wouldn't rule out Clairvoyance 
or Telepathic Contact, either.

Dana is skeptical and scoffs.

DANA
I'm sorry, I don't believe in 
any of those things.

Peter goes next to her.

VENKMAN
Well, that's alright — 
I don't either.

Egon and Ray exchanged looks. 

VENKMAN
But there are some things we do...

He walks behind Dana and gestures to Ray and Egon to make something up. 

VENKMAN
...standard procedures we carry out 
in a case like this which often bring us results.

RAY
Well, I could go down to Hall of Records and check out the structural details on The Building. 
Maybe The Building itself has 
A History of Psychic Turbulence.

VENKMAN
Right. Good idea.

EGON
I could look for The Name ‘Zuul’ 
in The Usual Literature.

RAY
Spake’s Catalog.

EGON
Tobin's Spirit Guide.

RAY
Yeah.

VENKMAN
Tell you what —
I'll take Miss Barrett back to her apartment 
and check her out.

She looks up at him. 

VENKMAN
I'll go check out Miss Barrett's apartment.

The Duke Leto























LISTER
Holly, why Rimmer's hologram?  
Why did you have to bring Rimmer's
  hologram back?  
He was the most unpopular man on board this ship.  
mean, he even had to organise his own surprise birthday parties.

HOLLY: (Voice only) 
And who should I have brought back, then?

LISTER
Anyone.  Chen.  Petersen.  
I mean, Hermann Gerring would have been more of a laugh than Rimmer.  

I mean, OK, he was a drug-crazed
  transvestite, but at least we could have gone dancing!

HOLLY
(On monitor screen) 
I brought Rimmer back because he's the best person to keep you sane.

LISTER
Oh, crap!

A panel on the wall swings around to reveal a toilet.  A sign over the
toilet reads,
"NOW IRRADIATE YOUR HANDS."

LISTER: 
Not you!

TOILET
I do apologise, 
I wasn't paying attention.  
See you later.

LISTER
What about Kristine Kochanski? 
 You could have brought Kristine
  back.

HOLLY
In your entire life, 
your shared conversations with her totalled  173 words.

LISTER
So?

HOLLY
In terms of wordage, you actually had a better relationship with
  your rubber plant.

LISTER
I know, but Rimmer?!

HOLLY
He's the person you knew best.  
Over 14 million words in all.

LISTER
Holly, 7 million of those were 
me telling him to smeg off, 
and the other 7 million were 
him putting me on report for telling him to  smeg off.

HOLLY
Jean Paul Sartre said hell was being locked forever in a room with  your friends.

LISTER
Holly, all his mates were French.

He leaves the room