From BitterAndrew's Comprehensive Guide to Films That Don't Exist, But Should:
A nineteen year old Anne Elliot (Knightley) is pressured by her family to break off her engagement with a police inspector nicknamed "Tequila" (Chow). She believes it to be a simple matter of class differences, but eight years later, the truth comes out when she again crosses paths with her former love, only this time he's returned to take down a vicious smuggling ring led by Anne's megalomaniacal father (Ralph Fiennes) and the sinister Lady Russell (Emma Thompson).
The film offers an uneven, but watchable, combination of Regency period opulence, tragic romance, and a record-high body count. The climactic shootout (filmed inside Bath's Royal Crescent) is a masterpiece of balletic violence and stylistic excess. Two stars.
Hugo Montenegro - MacArthur Park (from Moog Power, 1969) - When the apocalypse comes -- and I say "when" not "if" -- only the rats and roaches will survive, and they'll be humming the equally unkillable "MacArthur Park" in the aftermath. "Someone left a cake out in the hard rain."
Prodigy - Firestarter (Instrumental) (from the WipeOut XL OST, 1996) - Music to launch quake disruptors to while screaming through the tunnels of Odessa Keys.
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Brilliant! I expect "You Light Up My Life" will also make the roaches hit parade.
Thanks, fusion!
"You Light Up My Life" is what is going to cause the apocalypse:
http://armagideontime.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-its-terminal.html
In some weird future time, our descendants will look back on this as the best thing ever conceived by humans.
Fact.
amazing.
At my cousin's wedding, held dock-side at my uncle's lake home, a sudden storm caused everyone to retreat into the house. The next morning, I walked outside to find that no one had bothered to bring the wedding cake in when the storm started.
So, I carried the remains into the house and announced to all my relatives, "Someone left the cake out in the rain."
I still consider that to be one of the proudest moments of my life.
And I'll never have that recipe again.
Destiny called, and you stepped up to the plate (or is that cakepan?) magnificently.
I salute you, Doctor.
Lyrics come to life: Many years ago, in a production of the Christmas Revels, the director was trying to find a way to get the harpist (also a member of the chorus) offstage after her solo.
"Well, you take the harp offstage left, someone else will grab your stool, & then you both come back on as the next song starts."
At which point I piped up with "So you want them to strike the harp & join the chorus?" Pandemonium reigned.
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