King Capote
About a week ago, Tyler mentioned to me that he'd rented Capote and King Kong. He didn't mean to rent King Kong; he'd just tried to catch out the video store for not having any copies of King Kong for rent as guaranteed, which would have meant he'd be entitled to a free substitute pick, which he was going to use to get Capote, the movie he really wanted to see in the first place. Only, the video store did have a copy of King Kong after all, and then, with his bluff called, he was on the hook to rent it along with Capote. He didn't have to get Capote, but again, it was the movie he really wanted to see in the first place. So burn on Tyler. He didn't know when he was going to find the time to watch both King Kong and Capote.
That's when I got an idea: Wouldn't it be better for Tyler—and wouldn't it make for a better movie in general—if King Kong and Capote were simply combined into one movie? I want to see a 50-foot-tall, fey, white-suited author rampaging through New York City in a mincing fashion. I want to see King Capote climbing up the Empire State Building with murder defendant Perry Smith clutched in one hand and a martini in the other, whining in a high-pitched lisp about not being able to finish his book.
5 Comments:
There are at least two typos in this post. Sort it out, Mr Editor.
that was me, Kitty, by the way.
I caught the errant apostrophe, but I'm not going to spell "whining" as "whinging". Not in this country, miss.
Perhaps you would like to add a 'to' to the second sentence though.
If I don't have to sit through two and three quarter hours of boring movie only to be further bored by the spectre of a 25-foot tall, seer-suckered fey writer (pretend that's a witty back-handed Fay Wray reference and I'll be delighted)sign me up for your remake, Mr. Lynn!
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