Where were you in 1987?
Remember when Bruce Willis did comedy, and had hair? Check out this “blast from the past”:
Blind Date Corporate workaholic Walter Davis needs a date for an important business dinner. His brother fixes him up with beautiful Louisiana belle Nadia Gates. However, a seemingly average blind date turns into a chaotic night on the town.
Source: Blind Date
No. 5 on list at this link; click on arrow to left of “bitrate”
TALKED ABOUT LOVER (AT START OF FILM WHILE FRANTICALLY GETTING DRESSED)
The somewhat hackneyed expression “nature of the beast” comes to mind when I come upon rather incongruous combinations; in what I could satirically call “like falling down a flight of stairs”, I heard an internet music station weirdly play a David Bowie cut “Starman”, followed by The Byrds “Turn, Turn, Turn” (to everything there is a season). Because these cuts are called Classic Rock, I suppose that this is far from uncommon. It’s just the idea of -well- I don’t really need to describe Bowie do I? Then play a song based on a Bible passage…
In my twenties, a local FM rock station had what they called the Zodiac News Service. On an occasion during the heyday of moon explorations, with an Apollo mission bringing back some moon rocks and other samples, I caught on cassette tape a magnificent blooper. The D.J. was reading a news item; the subject – precautions being taken with these items; notably for biological reasons.
The D.J. (all the more humorous being a sultry voiced woman) had a Freudian slip while reading the item, repeatedly referring to the concern over “bringing back cosmic spores and orgasms” (instead of saying organisms) … by the end of the article, she was unable to continue reading, and played more music.
Those who were born in the desert southwest, or other areas where cities can be -and frequently are – hundreds of miles apart, will appreciate this little “blast from the past”. A summer night, on a two lane highway, cruising, for it’s own sake. Perhaps near the new moon phase as it was particularly dark, and the stars were amazing. In the distance, to the northeast, suddenly rising vertically appeared a pattern of flashing lights… which were headed in our direction. They drew nearer, and still no sound whatsoever. Hmmm? [Go ahead and extrapolate on the term “homegrown” lol]
The lights were now much nearer, and suddenly started changing patterns; yet still no sound of any engines, just the lights… Now almost directly overhead, with our eyes about to leap out of their sockets, the dim outline of a blimp took shape. It passed directly overhead and abruptly cut off the lights. We were greatly relieved; but I won’t describe the thoughts I had about whoever was in that blimp. Certainly they had too much D*** time on their hands, and I’d narrowly avoided wetting myself.
Most guys are… shall we say fixated, with a certain female attribute. I’ll be brief and circumspect with this, since I take exception to this phenomenon. Remember the movie Barbarella? (I didn’t like the movie, but Jane Fonda did a scene at the start of it which men will remember, and this was long before she earned the moniker “Hanoi Jane”) I knew a projectionist who was working for a drive in movie theater chain; he was recalling an episode where he forgot to use the proper camera lens when showing that movie. When showing a Cinemascope film, a Cinemascope lens has to be used. The resulting distortion of [no description needed] still brings a smirk to my face since -even then- I didn’t like Ms. Fonda. ‘Nuff said on that.
Finally, humor is relative. Sometimes jokes belong to their respective time frame, and lose something in light of today’s jaded audience. We, who remember artists such as Red Skelton, and others who never needed to use crude or otherwise “blue” material, will appreciate this: