Thursday, March 31, 2011
Cries and Whispers and Joey Poo
It was Swedish auteur Ingmar Bergman who explored the use of a distinct cinematic language of stylized existentialism to paint themes of the psychological crisis of meaning.
It was Joey who left the seat up in the bathroom at Koi.
Sweet Golden Retreiver pelt vest. Didn’t know thosw were back in. Is it from K-Mart’s Raquel Welch Collection?
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All three are wearing the same shade of lipstick.
Boy. That George Lopez sure can pull some Tijuana clap. Wait is that George, check pic 2, I think so. Can we see his ugly pocked marked skin to make sure, no.
There is only one way truly identify a Lopez G. Nobody laughing, must be that piece of shit token chicano comedian unleashed on us many sorry months ago by whatever channel that is. Fuck I got myself all worked up now. Sorry Son.
Ultraman needs to show Carmen how it’s really done.
He looks like Ron Jeremy fucked a bottle of Nair and impregnated a Yeti with the resulting spooge mix
I used to know a homosexual just like this. We worked in a mortgage office in the 90s, and on Fridays we had beer Friday. After a few beers everyone would get a little loose. Within reason I mean. This dude actually came out in his spandex shorts and danced on a desk in the office. Name was Rob Spector. I believe now he is a bodybuilder. Big fuccen surprise.
Wow, get a few drinks in him and Javier Bardem sure acts like a choad.
This is sign langauge for “I want to peen-dock with a rabbi’s badger”
A wolf shirt is cool. (see example)
http://epicbuy.com/the-mountain-three-wolf-moon-shirt/
A wolf vest…not so much
I think the hunny’s are letting him choke on his zucchini, frumunda queso and spinach panini… Like myself, they sit and mock.
@MC 900, hahaha! on the three wolf shirt. Now that I look at it that vest looks like its made from a German Shepard. Still not cool.
George Lopez can’t be all that bad. After all, his show brought us Constance Marie to the small screen.
http://www.poptower.com/constance-marie-picture-44201.htm
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@ MC 900 –
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I just ordered 3 wolf shirts. I’m going to wear them all at once and see what happens. I will never get up on a stage to rock out without this shirt on; goodbye Trogdor The Burninator shirt. Of which I own 5, courtesy of Mrs. Sock.
Pic #2 shows that she eventually lost her tenuous hold on sobriety. The anal warts that will follow shortly may finally teach moderation….but I doubt it.
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@Boatbutter
Nice Ultraman pull. I never thought I’d long for the Nixon administration.
When you mentioned Cries and Whispers in relation to this photo, I thought you were going to bring up the scene where Karin cuts up her own vagina with a shard of glass and smiles while smearing the blood all over her face. Because this photo made me consider doing something like that to myself, and I don’t even have a vagina.
Seriously, DB1, a Woody Allen reference yesterday followed by a Bergman one today.
@MC900
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Doan b hatten! Muh boy’z rockin’ that wolf vest Son Of Frankenstyle!
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Run with Boris or run home to yo mommy, betchezzzzz!
How many toiletseat covers and matching floor mats had to die to make that vest? WTF!
That Implied Werewolf Reference sure can pull some Baron!
i thought dante hall was the X-factor…this chum looks like a cheap lou diamond phillips knock off.
stand and deliver
Trogdor Rocks!, but my favorite is stil ‘good Geeeoooorrrrrb!
faux fur vest and cunnilingus hand jestures? complete f’ing tool ! me smells a weekly winner (loser)
A leitmotif in Bergman’s work was a struggle with the nature of faith, of whether or not there is a God and if so, does he care about what happens to us? For example In Winter Light a widowed priest struggles with his own faith and questions the existence of a God who would allow his wife to die, The Seventh Seal is about a crusader whose faith is questionable at best, The Virgin Spring has a man who converts to Christianity just to get his wife off his back, etc. etc. etc.
Like Bergman’s oeuvre, this photo has me questioning the existence of a supreme being. What sort of benevolent, ever-loving God allows for the presence of slicked back hair and a furry vest (FURRY VEST!) amongst hair dresser (left) drive through bank teller (right) suckle-thighs out on a Friday night? I dare say the throne of the lord sits empty, friends.
I think the answer to the crisis of modernity questions that were always raised by Bergman, and suffered by anyone watching his films, is that in this particular photograph, the three appear to be playing “rock ,paper, scissors” with arm, rather than hand gestures.
Sometimes, it’s just that simple.
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