After one beer: Meh, it’s better than Anthony Bourdain.
After two beer: I love how this campy little film packs in social commentary about collective Japanese angst about nuclear fallout and other post-war emotional baggage.
After four beer: OMFG THAT GIANT MONKEY AND LIZARD ARE TEARING SHIT UP! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT, JAPAN SELF DEFENSE FORCES? CHANCE PLAYS A MUCH BIGGER ROLE IN YOUR SUCCESS THAN YOU MIGHT WANT TO ADMIT. THE PEOPLE STILL DON’T TRUST YOU TO GET THINGS DONE BECAUSE OF THAT ABYSMAL FAILURE OF YOURS THAT WE CALL THE WAR IN THE PACIFIC, BITCHES! Maybe I need some water.
A part of growing up in the wilderness was interacting with anglers and white hunters. When I was a boy, on occasion, a big Winnebago with a boat in tow would pull up and ask for directions somewhere.
One friend liked to give bad directions. Once when he sent some people into the middle of nowhere; a jeep trail, really. They went through Hell and back and after getting their motor home back to town decided to rent a video….guess who was working their shift at the village video store?
I was driving past a speed trap tonight and while watching the people pulled over thought that if I pulled a fellow over for speeding and he seemed to be in a hurry, I might just take his licence to “check things out” and go back to the patrol vehicle to eat a sandwich while he waited.
Passive aggression, HOORAY!