Thursday, May 10, 2018

So Much for My Idea of a Joke

Out of sheer boredom  the other day (and maybe just a little spite; okay, maybe more than just a little spite), I created (made up really, 'created' suggests more thought than is put into a sneeze and this didn't even reach the level of a sneeze) a rather pedestrian motion picture hypothetical. 

I just called it Movie Idea (that's how few brain cells were involved in the thought process) and here's how it flowed out: the Marvel comics characters franchise takes on The X-Men. The winners then square off with The Transformers. 

Whoever triumphs in that match meets Vin Diesel and the Fast & Furious crew. After that has been decided, winner meets the Star Wars crew, prequels, sequels, cowbells and all. Then, up next, the Star Trek crew. 

In the next to last round that winner would be pitted against Buzz, Woody. and the Toy Story characters and after all that, every James Bonds that ever was (to include David Niven from Casino Royale) battle the survivor. As a reward, all I want is .0001% of all the merchandising sales.

It never occurred to me that Bill & Ted were waiting in the wings. I suppose Keanu Reeves and Alex Winter have suffered for their art. And now it's our turn. Again.
-bill kenny   

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