Noah and the Hard Rock Transformers meet the Village People

Visible Origami — April 10, 2014

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
“Noah” is playing along side this post; what an incoherent load of shit. Sometimes I think they get paid so much money because of the degree of embarrassment that comes with the job. They should have called the film, “Noah and The Hard Rock Transformers meet the Village People”. I know that title makes no sense but neither does the movie; pomposity and grandiosity war with flat out disbelief, all wrapped up in the tinsel town scriptures of Hollywood. It’s the Tribe Pederast Kingdom of Tranny Christianity.
There’s a selfie today by some atonal Bieber clone, milking the Instagram, Instant Celebrity Cow. Apparently he’s ‘chillin’ with his homies at the hospital. I never use that word, or ‘wassup’. I definitely don’t use gentile, genuflecting, pink plastic flamingo on a drinking glass, bondage terms like, “go figure”, “who knew” and “meh”. I don’t do fist bumps, tongue lolls or twerks. I’m out of the loop culturally and headed, hopefully, where that loop is some distance below the horizon line behind me, or, more likely, parked where the sun will never shine again.
It is the rarest of things to see a film that does not feature Tribe phrases, gratuitous Tribe characters and either a Tribe wedding or one of those Mitzvahs. I’m amazed at the frequency of them these days. I have hardly seen anything lately that is lacking in an excess of irrelevant cameos of the type and that includes films 20 and 10 years old. I’m experiencing a run of bad luck in that regard.
For the last ten days, my soon to be former Mother in Law has been at the pflegeheim fur de alten altern leute. So… I go there each day with the newspaper and some ice cream so that she doesn’t feel abandoned. In the process I get to see how people end up at the pending departure zone of their lives. A lot of them are in wheelchairs because they can no longer walk. Some number of those have dolls under their arms, or in their laps and some number of them are drooling on the dolls. Some of them spend all day rubbing their foreheads and cawing or quacking like some forest or farmyard creature. Some of them still have their wits but most do not. My former mother in law does but she’s also a trifle dingy at times. I’m more than a trifle dingy but that’s purely for effect.
This last half hour of “Noah” is exruciating, it’s just one long wail (picture a thousand blue rinse dowagers screaming, “I vant to go to Miami!”) and a whole lot of violent overacting. Emma Watson is wailing so hard that Arthur Janov has come back from the dead to adopt her. I couldn’t imagine going to the theater to see it. It cost 125,000,000 dollars to pass through the Hollywood intestinal system. The fact that it actually did pass through is an unfortunate thing because if ever there was a reason to be responsible for an impacted colon, this is it. Of course, it’s possible that did happen and that led to a kind of breach birth, granting us the lumbering, shit gollum this film became. Avert your eyes! Close your ears! Run! Run far away!
Here’s what the most recent IMDB review said about it “I’m not religious, putting aside that fact and any relation to the old testament. The movie, acting, directing and script were all just awful. People walked out of the theater 10 minutes in to it. I can only liken this to a low budget Peter Jackson fan adaptation of a fable. A movie of this cast and budget should be able to entertain anyone, instead it was a caricature of Christian propaganda movies. I’ve seen better paliwood movies.” What’s a paliwood movie?
Now the little witch, Emma Watson is singing to her baby before Noah tosses it into the drink (grin). This is so very, very bad. It’s got CIA zombie, Jennifer Connolly in it. Oh wait, Noah’s going to stab the baby, not drown it. Now, that, is the most overhyped non stabbing ever seen in a film and they even smeared some ketchup on Russell’s cheek to make it look like he had been In Search of a Shishkabob that the lord told him he needed as an energy drink. Anthony Hopkins is no doubt saying to himself at this point, “Thank god I died earlier on!” Hmmm… well, they definitely didn’t land on top of Mt. Ararat. Now it looks like Russell Crowe is getting potted. This is what you do after God performs one of his great miracles, right? Ordinarily, one usually goes out and hits a couple of clubs after but… there are no clubs, just the ones people bash each others heads in with and The Hard Rock Transformers have those.
The movie was directed and written by one Daniel Aronofsky, who I assume is a member of The Seventh Day Adventists, from the sound of his last name. Now, Noah is crying. I know why he’s crying. It’s just dawned on him what a gigantic bowel movement this film is and that he’s probably lost all credibility from now on. Oh… Thank god! It just ended and I have already forgotten that I ever saw it. That’s a new record.
“Divergent” is on now. That’s got to be better, right? Right? I’ll find out. It’s not looking better. Already there have been too many things that make no damn sense and were put there for effect in lieu of a plot. So, she’s divergent cause she wouldn’t have sex with the German Shepherd? Oh wait, here’s a GQ boy. (I only kiss chicks on camera). He hasn’t kissed her yet but he will.
Boy, this is a really stupid movie. It’s kind of like a flash mob, meets Matrix meets Point Break. It looks like whoever was responsible for putting this together said; “get me someone who looks like Jennifer Lawrence, ‘before’ the nose job”. Oops, she just jumped off a roof thru holes in two ceilings into a net and here’s the next Broke Back Mountain, Calvin Klein underwear model. He’s doing his Marine drill sergeant thing.
I was talking about old people but I got distracted. This is an interesting thing. Across the street from my new home is a phlegeheim. My place is mostly hidden from the road but you see the place when you come out of the driveway. Also, the first mental hospital I was confined in, I had ‘grounds privileges’, meaning I could come and go and so I used to wander through all of the wards on the complex and check out the types of residents. The geriatric wards were something else. My god, my god. I’ve never forgotten it. I have some kind of a connection to the elderly. I’ve often hung out with people much older; looked out for them, lived with them. It varied but then, so did I.
In no way am I trying to make light of their condition. I described it exactly as is, and they look. They are very lucky to live in this country. The staff is highly compassionate and the treatment is world class. You wouldn’t get this in the U.S. except for a whole lot of money and even then, they’d probably be faking it. The people in this country are the largest collection of decent and good human beings that I have ever seen, as part of a nation, that I have encountered in various locations within it. You can leave your wallet somewhere and quite often get it back with the money still in it. I’ve seen direct evidence of this.
People have a real cognitive disconnect about old people. I observe the smirking, the disrespect and the contempt of the young toward the old. I thank God I never had that perspective. They don’t get that that’s where they are headed? No… they don’t. This is why I have often suggested that every reader take the time to wander through an old folk’s home. You can say that you’re scouting it for your grandfather. Walk around the grounds and check the people out. Understand what you see and what it implies. Then walk around some playgrounds, kindergartens, elementary schools, teen hangouts and watch and listen. Be sure you have a reason to do this cause the thought police are everywhere. Go into the workplaces, factories and also the watering holes of the rich. You can find all of this in a relative sense, not far from where you are. If you are truly, objectively watching, with Broad Daylight Awareness you will see so much. Surf through the singles sites; Christian singles sites, seeking sex sites, alternative seeking sex sites, seeking romance sites. Look at what people think they want.
In New York City they have these sex personals newspapers that can be seriously amusing, if they weren’t so terribly sad. When I went to body working school in the city, I scanned through one of these once, It was a hundred pages long at least and there were all these ‘stress relief management’ ads. It turns out that that is a euphemism for showing up for a body working appointment to work on one particular area of the body, with orgasm being the result of your ministrations. That’s the stress release factor. I later heard students at the school talking about this; apparently a lot of graduates form the school, matriculate into this kind of work. I can see why. I was there for nearly a year and besides myself, I encountered maybe 3 people who became at all competent at the various forms, including Shiatsu. It’s a simple thing really but there is a most definite intuitive side to it and most people are not intuitive. Because I have had some credible success on the application side of these forms, I feel competent to comment on them. All you have to do is love what you do. It makes it possible for you to care and that makes it possible for you to feel and there’s nothing like being an empath in these fields of endeavor.
Anyone can become an empath, all you have to do is care and allow your care to be nurtured by the secret sun and watered by the secret springs.
Boy! This is a really dumb movie. Either I am getting much more selective, or the material is getting much worse; probably a combination, I suspect. Increasingly I am finding that less and less of anything interests me, except anything having to do with the ineffable. I can’t tell you how much this pleases me. Things don’t bug me like they used to. I find this is because I just don’t care about any of it enough for it to have that effect anymore. What this leads to is greater periods of sustained serenity.
Oh… this is a bad movie and I was right about The Matix thing. Yeeck! This is soooo bad. It’s the next day now and it still looks bad. Sorry about the cynicism of this post but now you can see what it was Mr. Visible used to get up to in his stand up days. I’ve got all these videos that are slowly gravitating to decrepitude because I just can’t seem to transfer them to DVD (yuck, there’s the Big Brother House kissing scene). I guess it’s to be expected that a lot of one’s work ceases to be at some point. I just never found the right tech to do it and couldn’t afford to send it out to get it done. Now I’m carrying them to my next location. Anyway, about the cynicism… how else is one supposed to view all of this? I’m looking for options and I don’t see any. Ah well, at least it’s a little different. Time for me to move on to something else; past time probably. God! What a stupid film. It keeps getting worse and it makes NO sense.
End Transmission…….

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