Back in the early 80′s, I used to tune into the most ghetto and grand of wrestling programs, “Georgia Championship Wrestling.” It seemed that once a month, some vendetta would be paid off “in the Omni, in Atlanta, Georgia!” I love the inter-match, vein popping rants that the wrestlers delivered.
The over-the-top melodrama unfolded to the backdrop of “USA! USA! USA!” chants, as in most cases, the villain wrestler would be the nationality-du-jour of America’s xenophobic focus or a caricature of a socio-economic class stereotype (blue-blood elitist, good-old-boy, urban gangster, etc…).
In any case, I don’t think this genre of entertainment really improved much past this era. The clunky (and some-what charming) theatrics of the early 80s evolved into overproduced arena rock operas and then into the “extreme” sado-masochistic torture porn that is today’s modern “professional” wrestling.
Don’t get me wrong, professional wrestlers of today are the most extreme of stunt men. They are super bad asses, continually pushing the boundaries. I completely respect that. But, for me, that’s the issue. I liked the hokum of the early 80′s style. It wasn’t as deadly serious as it is today. Long live early 80′s wrestling.
When I first watched this video, I thought it was a commercial for a spray-on deodorant or cologne. Boy was I mistaken. There is so much packed into this little video — singing, dancing, spraying aerosols, and some dramatic editing straight out of a Sergei Eisenstein film… I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited about insecticide! Super Timor!! Super Timor!!!
Alphonso Ribeiro at his finest! I wonder if Michael Jackson ever got his clutches on the hapless young Ribeiro? Better not go there. And speaking of clutches, I’d love to get my clutches on that “Rap Attack” album Alphonso mentions in the commercial. Thanks for hipping me to this old-school goodness Mikaila.
Alright, I don’t want to hate on this guy or anything, because seriously, he plays “Flight of the Bumblebees” at 320 bpm — but I have to say, that all the focus on the speed makes his musical rendition a bit boring. It’s kind of like watching a three minute drag race. I was waiting for a parachute to pop out of his guitar at the end of the song.
This video creates a truly unique dialectic viewing experience. By combining a bizarre pseudo-scientific experiment with religious bombast, logic and illogic fight it out in the glowing embers of a brined vegetable apocalypse. And speaking of which, I wonder what ever happened to that poor pickle?
The Wilhelm Scream is an omnipresent sound effect which can be heard in numerous films and TV shows. If you recognize this sound when you hear it, you join the ranks of a small sub-set of the population. I ran across an interesting article on the NY Times Freakonomics blog which discusses hidden messages and “attributes” in artworks, media pieces and documents.
I love Asahi Super Dry. You can buy it out of vending machines throughout Japan for a reasonable 280 yen. Beer from a vending machine is already a pretty awesome concept — but to be served beer by a robot… the nerd in me finds that to be quite an attractive prospect. Beer + Robots = HELLs YEAH!