Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Friday, May 02, 2003 The Pitch: It's like My Dinner With Andre meets Shock Waves! Mmmm....Shock Waves. I think I have the name right: it was the first movie in the short-lived Underwater Nazi Zombie genre. Can you believe it? I'd like to say that the first Underwater Nazi Zombie movie made so much money it started a genre, but my theory is it's when the second movie makes money that the genre starts. So it's not Halloween that started the slasher genre, it was Halloween. It wasn't Fist Full of Dollars that started the Spaghetti Western genre, it was Django (and I mean started in the sense of, I dunno, "ignition," as opposed to "the thing at the beginning"). Anyway, I forget the movie after Shock Waves that had the same basic plot--divers go to exotic location to dive for sunken boat that had been filled with escaped Nazis and escaped Nazi gold and find themselves fighting underwater Nazi zombies--and when it made money on the exploitation market, there was a brief burst of movies with people being killed by underwater Nazi zombies.Ah, good times. Anyway, I can't remember what made today like my movie pitch other than I ate too much food today. Seriously, way too much food. The girlfriend's on her bed (and called out, unaware of what I'm writing, "Danny Boyle made a zombie movie. That should be worth seeing.") and I'm going to go lie next to her. I just felt anyone coming here from my old blog should be greeted with a little more action than yesterday's movie. Oh! And this was cool. We walked out of Firecracker, the la-la-la place we ate at tonight (we were aiming for Herbivore and got deflected) and ducked into Aquarius Records and I actually asked about an artist, the woman behind the counter had never heard of! This isn't hard to do at a Tower Records or a Sam Goody ("I'm sorry, the computer's not showing a band called Time Waits, sir." "No, no. Tom. Waits.") but at Aquarius Records, I took a bit of pride asking about Donnacha Costello and the woman getting an alarmed look on her face. I was sure she was going to go, "No, no!" and then melt into an unhappy, black-wearing puddle, but she didn't. And she was actually pretty nice for a record store clerk so I feel completely asshole-ish writing this, but apart from the time when I got all the record clerks at streetlight to shamefacedly admit they hadn't heard the Fantomas record I was buying and had never even heard of Hal Wilner's "Whoops, I'm An Indian", it may have been my proudest moment as a customer of snotty record stores. Actually, I take this whole anecdote back, and the other one, too, because the clerks at streetlight introduced me to the awesome Vladislav Delay. I'm just a jerk, which makes my whole upcoming comparison of the hipsters on Valencia to Underwater Nazi Zombies to be completely without merit. I realize I'm the underwater nazi zombie in this scenario, and the whole time I was hoping to be Wally Shawn. Damn. posted by Jeff Lester | 10:33 PM | |
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