We just saw a regional theater production, in its second year, where a progression of beloved Christmas characters wander into a bar on Christmas Eve to tell their tales of woe. The dentist-elf from the Rudolph special goes on about how Rudolph’s ego went on to ruin everything, Ralphie (with an eye patch) tells the sad tale of what happened to him and everyone else afterwards, Clara whines about how the Nutcracker never ages, and Cindy Lou Who is an uproarious tramp who ran off with the Grinch (“You think black guys are hung? Try green!”)
Anyway, the concluding skit is Charlie Brown, who married Lucy (Violet and Peppermint Patty are gay, by the way) and just buried Snoopy IV. Halfway through, in walks… the little red-haired girl. The curtain drops on them sharing a slow dance. Nice coda to the greatly oversentimentalized strip and specials…
Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes. Good Lord, I miss the 80s.
My personal favorite parts of ACBC:
Lucy: “I’ll give you five good reasons. (forming a fist) One, two, three, four, five!”
Linus: (sheepishly): “Those are good reasons. Christmas is not only getting too commercial, it’s getting too dangerous.”
And Snoopy’s reaction to Lucy’s “kissed by a dog” freakout just kills me every year. BLEEEAAHH!
Rather than Shatner or Nimoy I’d be interested to have seen Roodenberry’s reaction. He was a confirmed atheist and deliberately avoided having any religion in Star Trek. It wasn’t hard being that TV networks don’t like opening that can of worms in general, but behind the scenes he also firmly believed that religion would seriously wane in a technologically advanced future like Trek.
Ditto. Might be a function of getting old. I actually got a Ritalin script just because I couldn’t sit down anymore and watch anything longer than thirty minutes. Or read novels.
I’ve seen maybe seven movies in the theatre in 14 years. I have an HD TV with a great sound system. Why would I pay twelve dollars to watch a bunch of commercials with rowdy strangers?