If you haven’t seen the hilarious “Weather Man” with Nick Cage, I highly suggest you get on that.
Now, I know my sense of humor and taste in movies is not the same as everyone in the world. So if you like movies about bunnies and romance and little happy children running around singing songs, I recommend something in the children’s department. If, however, you have a sense of sass and silliness, check this movie out.
Nick Cage is always at his best when he plays nutballs. In this movie he has a variety of personal issues to contend with, ranging from a very problematic short term memory to confronting difficult family matters, like how to handle the complicated issue of his daughter’s frequent camel toe.
Favorite scene from the movie is as follows: Dave Spritz is supposed to be out getting tartar sauce for the take out meal he is bringing home. He is notorious for forgetting to bring things home. If his wife could hop inside his brain for a minute, she might understand why it’s so hard for him to do small tasks…here is his inner conversation, as he stands behind a woman on the street with a particularly nice ass:
“Man, I’d like to put my face in there. Right in there. Tartar sauce. My hips are cold. Tartar sauce. That’s when you know its cold. I like eating pussy. Tartar sauce. A lot of guys don’t. Well maybe they do. Maybe that’s just black guys. Tartar sauce. What happened to the guy who was trying to fly around the world in a balloon? Did he make it? I should put some espionage or stolen plutonium in my novel. Tartar sauce. Spice it up. Neil Young. Fuck, its cold. Neil Young. Wh-why am I thinking about Neil Young. Neil Diamond. Neil… Theres not a lot of famous Neils. Is this Wednesday? I wish I had two dicks. I thought the whole family was going to learn Spanish together this year. That never really happened. I haven’t had a Spanish omelette in a long time. [street light turns green] Here we go.”
skullduggery: trickery; unfair, dishonest practices and goings on
i ADORE this word. wish i’d made it up. it has a dark, sinister, piratey feel to it, and its flavor makes using it a brilliant feat of genius. not that i have occasion to use it often, but i see it from time to time in books. it always makes me smile. it makes me think of a pirate on a deserted beach, hiding the bones of some hapless victim, burying them deep in the sand. because clearly the victim found out too much information about the treasure, or rum, or female companion, and he needed a good place to rest for a while anyway. it gets so hot out there.
so this is one of my all-time favorite words.
tune in later this week for more complete nonsense and superfluous drivel