On Jun 8, 10:23 pm, Don Stockbauer <donstockba...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> On Jun 7, 8:55 am, indiana_bi...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
wrote:
>
> >http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/404/cakesitting2kl3.jpg
>
> > I wish every female in this NG, who feels the urge for a
> > deadly wet fart, the kind that you blow at the car and
> > never leaves, to fart on a cake, and let me eat it with
> > their gas absorbed in it).
>
> > Who is willing to try it out?
>
> >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfgN7HWub0A&feature=related
>
> > She's sitting and (maybe) farting on it - and look how happy and
> > excited she looks doing that.
>
> One of your deeper insights into Kubrick's philosophy.
Indeed. Imagine how much more fascinating Kubrick's movies would be
had feminine cake-farting been a regular feature of his films.
Imagine, if you will, that Kubrick had decided to preserve the massive
pie-fight at the end of Strangelove, but it had featured ten flatulent
women for each male participant. If the snow at the end of Clockwork
Orange had instead been bits of frosting and angel-food cake (the
irony!), and instead of ***, it had been mutual flatulation. If the
orgy in Eyes Wide Shut was similarly themed. If Barry Lyndon had, in a
freak bit of timey-wimey wibbly wobbly, met Le Petomaine and learned
his secrets. The mind boggles.
Directorial fetishes are typically so boring. Tarantino and feet? Bah.
This is the age of the information superhighway, lined with brothels
catering to every possible taste. Film should adapt. I hold out hope
for Paul Thomas Anderson. His fascination with milkshakes (and, indeed
his claim that he gets "so ****ing happy" whenever he hears the word)
holds a great deal of promise. The final scene of There Will Be Blood
just took on a great deal of new meaning.
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