**Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang-Bang-Bang-Bang! Omah! **
Okay, I have no idea where to turn for a movie this obscure. When my twin brother and I were 8 or so we both came down with the chicken pox, so we had to stay home and stare at the tv until the itchy red dots went away. This was back in the days before cable, so we had the choice of soaps, or a cheap local brodcast that showed obscure films. Now this was pert near a decade before I knew the THC induced pleasure of staring at the boob tube and drooling gaw jawed at the tv for hours on end, but the Pox gave me a hint of things to come. So my brother and I wiled away the day watching obscure movies. It was probably in the late seventies.
One movie in particular has always stuck with us. It was an Indian (or Paki, or one of the Stans, or maybe even Middle East, like I said, I was 8) movie about a kid, around our age, who was dirt poor and built a table. Pretty soon the whole friggen population of 8-10 years olds in this particular Stan is surrounding this table and pounding on it, then yelling this kids name.
**Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!Bang!BangBang! Omah! **
(or Omar, or Oma, or something completely unrelated, like I said, I was 8)
Does anyone have the slightest idea what I’m talking about, or are you convinced that the THC may have done some long term harm?