I’ve mentioned this elsewhere, but now that I have a personal blog with at least some traffic I might as well mention it again: to understand my mental processes, watch Kung Fu Hustle and Shaolin Soccer. The latter represents the kind of world I’d quite like to live in; the former represents the world currently going on inside my head. Which is kind of goofy and surreal, but ultimately quite fun. In a disturbing sort of way.
Or, as Shaenon (noted webcomic artist who brought us Narbonic, and is currently bringing us Skin Horse*, both of which should be obsessively read by any person interested in mad science) noted in comments here:
“Kung-Fu Hustle,” like “Sin City,” is one of those movies that made me wonder why other movies are always forcing me to look at boring things, when they could be showing me machine-gun-toting hooker armies or middle-aged landladies using the Lion’s Roar Attack against the World’s Greatest Killer.
One does wonder that.
Moe Lane
*It’s a Velveteen Rabbit reference, you perverts.
Fine! Fine! I’ll give it back!
Sheesh. Hold on to his DVD for two years the guys cops an attitude for no reason. 😉
Hah! Just for that you’re going to have to bring the wife along and we’ll all drink margaritas. My sister-in-law bought me tequila for Christmas, brilliant woman that she is.
Then you’d like “Savior of the Soul part 2”. Goofy, surreal and disturbing are all words to describe it, in the good way.
I shall check it out. Heck, grab a copy and your SO and wander on down one weekend. I’ve got plenty of tequila.
Do I have to drink margaritas?
We won’t put tequila in yours. 🙂