The Friday Rant

   It’s been a long week so with your permission, I’m going to rant.  I want to know why NBC, once the home of powerhouse shows like Seinfeld, can’t develop anything but reality programming lately.  And I want to know why anyone would actually think that a book based on a shrink who eats human flesh would be adaptable to a commercial television format.   And speaking of commercial television, I want to know why in the world a station like WGN would actually run a flick like “Scarface.”  Think about this.  “Scarface” is rumored to have contained 256 uses of the word “fuck” in the final draft.  Now see if this concept screams of commercial television, OK?  Here you have a premise that revolves around a coke taking, foul mouthed Cuban drug trafficker who snorts and shoots his way to the top of the Miami drug trade before dying in a gun battle with most if not all of the Columbian drug army.  I ask you ladies and gentlemen, does this sound like a move that belongs on commercial television?  And I know what you’re thinking.  Well, most people can’t afford Comcast or whatever else is offering cable these days?  But there’s Netflix for god sake.  Eight bucks a month and you get the DVD version of Scarface and you don’t have to hear Tony Montana say “forget” the Diaz brothers as he rages at Frank Lopez before their bitter break up.  As a film lover, I need to hear Tony Montana say “fuck” at least 60 times.  I need the impact of a Joe Pesci dropping an “F” bomb at will when he’s whacking some guy in Goodfellas.  To me, it’s not a mob flick unless someone is saying “Fuck” or “Motherfucker.”  I can hear the re editing now when Goodfellas lands on commercial television.  “What are you doing here; I thought I told you to go “see” your mother.”  But on to other things.  I want to know why people who aren’t British continue to wear shirts with the Union Jack on them.  If you WANT to apply for British Citizenship at some point or you’re in the process of trying to BECOME a British citizen, then by all means, wear the Union Jack on your shirt.  If not, please, stop this madness already.  And no more people wearing Che Guevara shirts until they know who the hell he was.  It’s as blasphemous as some sixteen year old skate boarding idiot walking around wearing a Malcolm X t shirt.  Let me ask you mister or misses sixteen year old.  When were you a part of Brother Malcolm’s struggle for racial equality and when exactly did you join the cause with old Che?  Oh that’s right, you’re sixteen and Caucasian and you never met Malcolm X or Che and you’ve never been to Mecca or Cuba.  Do me a favor.  Take the (bleepin) shirt off, you’re embarrassing yourselves.  Hey, you don’t see me running around with dreadlocks wearing a Bob Marley shirt.  And I respect Bob Marley but hey, I’m not going to put on a shirt and pretend that I understand the struggles of a Jamaican man struggling for equality in a third world country.  Alright, I’m done.  Enjoy your day everyone.  I’m going to go and hunt down some really cool D Day gear.  I know, I never saw action during D Day but I saw the flick “Pearl Harbor” with Ben Affleck awhile back and I think I can relate. 

Resist Tyranny!!!

Toot!!! Toot!!!