Sat 23 Jan 2010
Das Reboot
Posted by anaglyph under Competition!, Meme, Movies
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I’m sure that you are all aware of the current movie phenomenon of ‘reboots’ – they’re everywhere these days, what with the reinvented Batman, the new Star Trek, the latest Sherlock Holmes and so on. In case this trend has passed you by, basically what happens is that a movie studio takes something that has run out of sequel potential and ‘reboots’ it by making the concept ‘hipper’, by editing it in a snappy fashion, and by casting it with some flavour-of-the-month actors.
When I recently read that they’re rebooting the Spiderman franchise I realised that the time is fast approaching where the reboots are going to come so quick on the heels of the original flick that studios will be in danger of rebooting films that haven’t even been made. This of course means that there is a grave and frightening chance of movies achieving originality – a situation that is plainly not acceptable.
In order that we may head off this alarming possibility, I have decided to launch the concept of the cross-boot. It works like this: you find two previously successful movies and mash them into a hybrid that will in fact appeal to even more people than either of the sources. For instance, Driving Miss Daisy, a film that was a hit with the ma & pa generation could be merged with a science-fiction action piece like, oh, Robocop say, to produce a film that simply can’t fail to bring the whole family together:

One of the problems that studios perennially face is the dreaded ‘couples’ dilemma. When he wants to watch an action movie and she is up for a chick flick, unhappiness inevitably follows for one ((Or both – the loser takes up the right to sulk for the entire duration of the film)) of the parties. But with the cross-boot, no more disputes! If we take the lead character from Alien³ and force her to make a choice about which of her alien spawn she should keep, we obviously get:

In this mutation of two much-loved motion pictures, Ripley’s dilemma is transformed, via thrilling action drama, into a tear-jerker of unparalleled poignancy. Who could possibly be disappointed?!
But the icing on the cake for the cross-boot should surely be smashing a humungous Pixar/Disney animation hit into a killer ((Literally)) vintage horror flick: a cute robot tries to fit in but is mercilessly mocked by his ‘friends’. In a bone-chilling fit of uncontrolled rage he wreaks his bloody vengeance…

The most discerning among you will have figured out by now that, aside from saving the motion picture industry from certain ignominy, all this amounts to the possibility of a Cow Competition… so, get to it! A wondrous TCA coffee mug goes to the winner. Plus, of course the fantabulous glory of saying you were funnier than me.
[The Rules: a pithy and amusing synopsis, plus title, plus cleverly Photoshopped poster mashup. Those of you without mad PShop skillz may enter, but your synopsis will have to be ultra funny to have a chance at the prize]
Attention, Photoshoppers:
This ones fer YOUs.
Just wondering if all movies are fair game. such as: Debbie Does Daredevil or should it be more mainstream? ‘Gone With The Wind Up In Smoke’
Sir Joey (dammit!): Not at all. I will accept written pitches. You just have to work harder (in fact, if I’m sufficiently amused and I have the time, I might even render your hilarious idea into a poster).
Timothy: The only criterion is that the two movies should have achieved some measure of success or cult status. Or both. So Debbie Does Daredevil fails but Debbie Does Dracula is a smash hit (hmmm… actually, I think I may have seen that film…)
Scientists use DNA from mosquitos preserved in amber to bring to life a cute prehistoric pig named Babe. There is music and dancing and everyone cries. Then the pig turns nasty.
A band of merrye travellers has seven days to drop a cursed videotape into the cracks of Mount Doom.
I would watch all of those twice
Sir Joey’s on the money Rev, looks like Atlas is going to have a field day, maybe Queenwilly, I’ve never mastered this new fangled image manipulation business (apart from at court of course).
So where do you go without funky pictures to make it all work, hmm, porn?
The Cuntsucker Proxy, The Dearcunter, Alien vs Paedophile, Anal Ghostbusters… Nah
I got nothing
The King
Actually “The Man With Two Balls” could star Robin Williams, I’d allow that.
The King
Tsk. Smut is easy. Humour is hard.
You can still pitch with a clever description – see my comment to Joey above.
Alright then “Citizen Gump”. “The Grapes of Khan”.
The King
Quest for Mrs. Doubtfire — wherein 3 Neandrtal men crisscross Paleolithic Europe in search o th prfeckt transvestite cavekeepr and nanny.
The Greatest West Side Story Ever Told — wherein Jesus, leadr o th Jews, loves Mary, whose brothr leads a rival gang, th Magdalenes. A love transcending etnick diffrences is tragickly cut short by crucifixion.
[HAHAHAHAHAHA!] ~ The Reverend.
The Animal House Rules — wherein membrs of a orphanage wear togas, drink beer, and defy authority by prformin abortions.
There’s Something About Mary Poppins — wherein sevral young boys are sexualy obsessd wit their perky English nanny, each hatchin his own scheme to … yknow … get in her hair.
The Deep Impact — wherein sevral men, in ordr to save Earf from annihilation, attempt to sink a probe deep inside Jacqueline Bisset.
[HAHAHAHAHAHA!] ~ The Reverend.
All Dogs Go to ‘Heaven’s Gate’ — wherein theatre-ownrs boost a film’s flaggin box-office numbrs by admittin canines wifout a parent or guardian.
Brian’s Song of Bernadette — wherein a American football playr is cured o cancer while soakin in a jacuzzi filld wif French bottld watr.
Bram Stoker’s Dumb and Dumber —
…
Okay, I gots NO IDEA what that ones about, but th title alone cracks me upski!
Night of the Living Dead End — wherein a man works to keep a gang o streetwise juveniles from bein zombifyd by a naybrhood gangstr.
Apollo the 13th — wherein three American astronauts in a crippld spacecraft work to return safely to Earf bfore bein hackd to pieces by a maniack wif a machete.
[They could just re-title an already existing film for this one ~ The Reverend.]
The Lost Weekend at Bernie’s — chronickling th angst-riddn weekend o two men — one dead drunk, th othr jus plain dead.
[Perhaps the best of all ~ The Reverend.]
All the President’s Rain Men — wherein two Washington Post reportrs learn that th U.S. Presdent’s cabinet is stockd wif retards.
[HAHAHAHAHAHA! ~ The Reverend.]
When Dirty Harry Met Sally — wherein Harry Callahan and Sally Albright argue ovr whethr a man and woman can be friends wifout his gun goin off.
[Genyus – you may have created a classic ~ The Reverend.]
King Willy: Not just titles – I want an amusing synopsis. We’re going for humour here my man, not just throwaway quips.
Sir Joey (doh!): Now that’s what I’m talking about. Except for Bram Stokers’s Dumb & Dumber which I do have to admit is genius anyway.
The Enterprise gets a bumbling new science officer with a heart of gold. All logic goes out the window.
(A film sure to bring down the wrath of Cannes)
Where the heck are Atlas & Queen Willy???!
Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence of Arabia – Peter O-Toole is buried up to his neck in sand but still manages to defeat those pesky Turks
Three Men and a Babe – three bachelors are forced to babysit a pig – that might be a dog – but anyway, one of them is the father.
Oh come now Queen Willy… from YOU I am expecting something more substantial…
For Joey:
On the night before the Titanic hits an iceberg, the passengers find themselves stalked and killed in their dreams. But love conquers all in the end and Freddy’s heart will go on…
Amelieus — wherein th good deeds of a French girl seeking love manage to piss off a insecure Italian composr.
Dr. Strangelittle — wherein a man of unique talents trys desprately to recall a flock o pigeons wrongly sent to shit on th naybrs car.
Very, very skillful.
The Remains of the Day th Earth Stood Still — wherein a advancd being from outr space trys to prevent th outbreak o World War II by stationing a omnipotent robot butler at a meeting of international dignitarys in 1936 Europe.
HAHA!
The African Queen – wherein a Nubian princess is killed when her outrigger is sunk by Nazis and her mother in law has to come to terms with Bogie’s grief
The African queen of the desert – A bunch of black pooftas get into trouble when their boat sinks in the Australian desert and they get covered in leeches.
The King
Children of a Lesser Godfather — wherein a Maffia boss makes a fella a offr he cant hear, let alone refuse.
Hahahahahahaha!
Boogie Nights of the Living Dead — wherein th porn industry is revived wit th help o pharmaceudickles that bring dead things back to life.
A rebel called Luke finds himself in prison after his mother dies. There he loses his hand in a vicious fight, and after gaining an artificial replacement, finds out that his girlfriend is really his sister and his chief rival is actually his father.
He fights his way out of prison using a light saber and brute Force.
Two members of the Peking Opera have dinner. Nothing happens.
“Farewell, My Dinner With Andre”
Nicholas Cage & Humphrey Bogart star in a baddie-buddy movie about the search for hidden gold. Using ridiculous clues planted by John Huston in anagrams of his film titles, it all goes sour when Bogie suspects that Nic will betray him.. They all die in the end.
“National Treasure of the Sierra Madre”
Seven Brides in 60 Seconds — th story of a suave Mormon church-leadr who talks fast and ejackulates evn fastr.
A Brokeback Orange — wherein a violent young man, imprisond for raping a girl, undergoes a experimental therapy that leaves him extremely well-adjustd to prison life.
A beautiful blonde murders her boyfriends in the manner of the Seven Deadly Sins.
Sir Joey (dammit): Hahahaha. Possibly the best yet.
Blow Dick — a farce suggesting th Nixon Administration facilitatd America’s cocaine epidemick of th 1970s and 1980s.
The Soylent Green Mile — a depicktion of a future society, wherein novel approachs to capital punishment and food-processing are usd to combat th effeckts of ovrpopulation.
National Blue Velvet — wherein a young girl’s discovery of a horse’s severd ear inspires her to try to save th condemnd animal, only to learn from Dennis Hopper how to use ‘fuck’ as evry conceivable part of speech.
Dead Man Walking the Line — wherein country singr Johnny Cash returns to Folsom Prison … and is carryd out feet first.
A Scientology funded biopic about two buddies who create a religion that sweeps the world and makes them filthy rich.
Three Men and Rosemary’s Baby — wherein three carefree bachelors are suprisd to learn that one of em is a daddy … and probly Satan.
A Hard Day’s Night of the Living Dead — wherein Paul and Ringo re-animate John, George, and Ed Sullivan and relive old times.
Yeah, see, now the problem with you winning this damn thing Polanski is that I can’t get you your prize. You really have to set up a park bench somewhere with mail drop facilities.
Yer ovrlookin th possibilitys …
Th more cups I win and decline, th more “Win Joey’s Cup” contests you can put on.
Then Ill have th burden o tryin to keep othrs from snatchin my dangd prizes!
That Darn Cats! — wherein person-on-th-street interviews reveal how many people, durin th musickle‘s near-20-year Broadway run, simply didnt give a shit.
HAHAHA!
I jus noticd what Im pretty sure is a emendation o th Greatest Toy Story Ever Told postr — th tagline, “To Eternity and Beyond!”
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Yes, I thought of it after the event…
Godspilla — wherein folk-rock numbrs punctuate th Son of God’s onslaught on th Japanese countryside.
Rocky and Raging Bullwinkle — wherein a punch-drunk Italian-American boxer fights a moose fer th heavyweight title.
Butch Cassidy and the Sunshine Boys — wherein a band of Old West outlaws, pursued by th Law, disappears into a Vaudeville act, only to be torn apart by creative diffrences.
Snow White and the Doors — wherein Ray Manzarek, Robby Krieger, and John Densmore are obscured by th glow of yet anothr more attracktive persona.
Set in Honolulu in the carefree (and stoned) days before the attack on Pearl Harbour, slacker Sergeant Burt Lancaster (Seth Rogen) rolls around in the surf with an intelligent blonde too good for him, with hilarious results.
Don’t miss “From Here To Maternity”.
Made in 1966, and still as fresh today, Michael Caine stars as the charming, rogueish cockney, a hit with all the ladies on the Iberian Peninsula, who is captured & sent to Rome to fight in the Colliseum. Unrepentant, Caine keeps on fightin’ and lovin’ the ladies. A romp with bite.
“Wasn’t He Gladiator”
With Harold and Maude and Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice, You Get Eggroll — wherein young fathr of 1 Harold marrys 79-year-old grandmothr of 3 Maude, but are preventd by suicide from fully exploring all th free-love possibilitys of th union. Musick by Yusuf Islam.
Sigh. I’m hopelessly outclassed! Go Sir Joey!
Jesus Christ Superman — wherein God, fearing th destrucktion of Heaven, sends his son to Earf, where his supr strength, x-ray vision, and wine-making ability make him th savior of fallen humanity.
Shallow HAL — wherein th powrful computer controling a massive space vessel forces th pretty female astronauts to work fully nude.
That last one sure coud use a postr, yeah?
Throw Gandhi From the Train — wherein an obsession wif Hitchcock informs a disturbd man’s plot to kill a prominent Indian freedom-fightr.
A man with an adamantine skeleton and sets out to find where he got it. He lives among native people where he discovers that interpretative dancing is the key to unlocking fierce martial arts skills.
(I confess to having contravened the actual rules by using ‘Wolverine’ a film that can in no way be considered any kind of success. But for a triple shot, I couldn’t resist…)
For Joey:
Genius
YAY for HAL!
Malcolm X-Men — wherein mutant Muslims are traind to use their special powrs to hate white people.
My Fair Gray Lady Down — A professor of phoneticks bets a colleague that he can teach th panickd crew of a sunken submarine to comport emselfs like ladys of quality.
(*snickr*)
LOVE th tagline fer Shallow HAL …
… AND th nekkid chicks, ocourse!
…
Bet HAL gots NO qualms about opnin th pod bay doors in THIS one!
oh I am SO sorry I’ve been away from teh intertubes for 3 days!
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Funny though.
(I think his name was spelled ‘Caine’)
sheeshk!
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It’s a Beautiful Mind — Depressd ovr th hollydays, a schizophrenick maffmatician hallucinates how diffrent life woud be wifout th Nash Embedding Theorem.
Atlas makes a late start, but the field looks nervous…
Yea, finally got my new mac up and running. Better late than never, I guess.
Jack Lemmon stumbles upon dead bodies, a stash of heroin, and more than $2 million in cash. He must escape the hitman on his tail (Walter Matthau) who is also competing with Lemmon for the love of the red headed woman who moved in across the street.
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Hahahahaha!
A priest discovers a woman who uses religious relics as sex toys and it really spins his head around.
Two claymation best-friends must venture off to Toon Town to clear up a Rabbit of wrongdoing and his wife who isn’t bad but is just drawn that way.
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JFK-PAX — Finding it implausible that th military-industrial complex orckestratd th assassination o Presdent Kennedy, New Orleans Districkt Attorney Jim Garrison indicts a man he claims is a space-alien.
A mentally-challenged James Robert (Gooding) constantly calls into a talk show to speak to Barry Champlain in order to ask the question, “We gonna get that quarterback, smart guy?”
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(I only expect Joey to get this one.)
Lord of the Flintstones — Young boys shipwreckd on a desertd island are forced to live as a modern Stone Age fam-i-ly.
The Remains of the Lambs — Sir Anthony Hopkins stars as a butler whose past inspires a unique ovrseeing of meal-preparation at a large English manor-house.
That’s got to be a poster…
HAHAHAHA!
The mysterious Smith arrives at a remote outback homestead, to find a pair of bonkers siblings attempting to make an airplane, hindered by predatory wet-and-fed-after-midnight Mogwais. With hilarious results.
Don’t miss “Spirits of the Air, Gremlins”
First Wives Fight Club — Tired o merely comiseratin when their ex-husbands marry hot young chippys, three middle-aged divorcees make MILF catfights a national sensation.
A Flaming Star Is Born — wherein a handsome young man, torn btween th traditions of his Native American heritage and his homosexual inclinations, takes th path that rockets him to stardom in th American Theatre.
La Bambi — At th tendr age o 17, rock sensation Richie Valens dies in a plane crash along wif two othr rock legends, Thumper and Flower.
Fried Green Terminators — To pass th time, a frail old woman regales a middle-aged housewife with th story of her small Alabama town and th summer th Connor boy was stalkd by a futuristick killin machine.
The Agony and the Eyes Wide Shut — wherein Michelangelo dies while painting th Sistine Chapel ceiling, leavin it to othrs to fuck up what wouda been his final masterpiece.
And on that note of cinema poignancy (and insight) I decare the competition closed.
And Joey the winner. But I’m not entirely sure for which entry, since most of them were close to sheer genius.
There were many other contenders of course – Cissy’s Spirits of the Air, Gremlins being of great mirth to myself, and Atlas’s No Country for Grumpy Old Men even coming close to taking the prize.
But there’s no disputin’ it – Polanski cleaned up in this one. I’m thinking my favourites are probably Shallow HAL for its lean simplicity and Three Men and Rosemary’s Baby with a pitch that should have Hollywood investor wallets opening faster than an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical.
Congratulations Joey – another cup for the special shelf…
Bout time I got aroun to postin a little POST-MORTEM here — tho I aint sure anyone but th Revrend shares my intrest in contemplatin and analyzin funny stuff.
First, ocourse, Im honord to be namd th winnr. I think yall know I always play more fer th play than fer th prize; but it is nice to have ones efforts formally reckonizd.
Seckon, this was a rathr intresting game. When I seen th sample crossboots in th postski, I instantly judgd that Photoshoppd postrs were essential to th comedick value of a entry. Take Driving Miss Daisy FASTER, fer instance. There you gots 3 components: (1) th title o th prospecktive crossboot, (2) th write-up on it, and (3) th visual. Th title, considerd by itself, is a little funny — just a little. Th write-up on it, considerd by itself, has some slight abstrackt element o humor in it. (And in this instance, ocourse, th write-up wudnt evn a “synopsis” as much as a explanation o th game bein proposd. It clearly wudnt meant to be especially funny — except, prhaps, in that abstrackt sorta way.) But th postr — THAT was funny! It was funny bcause it was self-explanatory. Th incongruity o th two film-premises was manifest — hit ya instantly and right btween th eyes. THATs what led to my snap judgment that there was very little game fer those o us who aint currently PS-competent. And, since I also aint especialy pluggd inta th film industry — specifickly, not a connoisseur o th “signature” film ads o th current era — Id pretty much resolvd to sit thisn out.
So, when I was doin my leisurely morning cybr-surfing, I lookd again at th post and some o th entrys that came in ovrnight. I was still pretty convincd that my prior judgment was right: th humor is entirely in th visual. My king shared that judgment. Th Revrend didnt. But, ocourse, th Rev was lookin fer lotsa playrs to take th field. I still intended to sit it out.
But, just fer th heck of it, I startd tryin to think o what I WOUD submit IF I coud prduce Photoshoppd postrs. But havin only a slight sense o distincktive film-ad styles and bein incapable o thinkin CONCRETELY about Photoshop creation — and, as it happms, knowin more film-TITLES than film-PREMISES — my approach in th exercise was to try thinkin o ways o mergin film-titles fer humorous effeckt. I cant begin to tell ya how my mind works, so I cant realy say how I came up wif Quest For Mrs. Doubtfire; but as soon as that poppd inta my headski and I startd thinkin about what a movie with that title might be about, I startd laughin — laughin at th crossbooted premise and at th title itself. (Yeah, fokes, I laugh at my own jokeskis. Why th heck else woud I think its werf tryin out on anyone elseski?) Once I found myself laughin at sompm wholly lackin in any atchual visual (surely a visual in th Minds Eye is easily conjured), I saw that there WAS a game I could try my hand at here.
But now weere gettin to th REAL intresting thing about this game. There atchualy were TWO games bein playd — th game WITH th visuals and th game wifout em — diffrent games, with diffrent ways o gettin at th funny. My game HADta be about titles: th titles hadta indickate clearly which filmskis were bein crossbootd. Wifout imagry, th only othr option woud be to try makin it clear in th synopsis; but, in my way o thinkin, explainin and entrtainin are oftn incompatible goalskis, and I sure didnt wanna sackrifice humor for clarity. And with this emphasis on titles, I ockasionaly ended up deviatin from th original idea o th crossboot: no longr were two film-premises bein brought togethr. Seven Brides in 60 Seconds struck me as such a dangd funny title, that I hadta submit it as a entry — but th premise o each refrencd filmski (Seven Brides For Seven Brothers and Gone in 60 Seconds) hadta get tossd in ordr to get as much humor as possible outta th title. Prhaps it is well that th ones o mine that were mentiond in th Revrends final judgment were all legitimate crossboots; but its also werf mentionin that many o th ones that were not got plenny o HAHAs along th way.
Theres also sompm intresting to be seen in th four instances where th Revrend workd up a visual basd on one o my entrys. This is kinda hard to express clearly. In all but one o th cases, I woud say that th visual did not enhance th humor o th entry itself. And that aint to say that th visuals wernt funny. Evry dangd one of em was very funny. But it aint as if th visual was “needed” in ordr to “complete” th entry. I think th entrys were quite funny wif no visual whatsoevr. (Thats why I thougt em werf submittin.) And by th same tokn, th humor o th visuals wasnt in any way “enhancd” by th verbal entry (cept, I sppose, insofar as th verbal entry “inspird” th visual). Th visuals all by emselfs were independently quite funny. So it aint as if th verbal entry and the visual were two aspeckts of a single, well-rounded jokeski; its more as if there were two separate jokeskis bein told in tandem. Th increase in th funny was a aggregative increase, rathr than a organick one. As I was sayin — two diffrent games, each one werf playin.
Th one exception, I think, was The Remains of the Lambs. I think there was a element o humor there that coud only be capturd by seein Anthony Hopkins in th full Remains of the Day motif, but wit th added Silence of the Lambs iconografy. There, th humor o th verbal entry was enhancd / completd by th addition o th visual.
Gotta LOVE that cooprative shtick!