I present to you One Got Fat, the strangely titled bicycle safety education film from 1963.
It involves the mirthful killing of naughty monkeys. It has been described* as “a concentrated dose of lab-purified nightmare fuel.”
You’ve been warned.
-FrL-
*By the MST3K people now doing RiffTrax.
The RiffTtax for this is hilarious. “KEEP RIGHT- oh, it’s a subliminal message from Sean Hannity.” “Use turn signals to show you are a FREAKISH HELLSPAWN MONKEY!” “What happened to you, Fractured Fairy Tales guy? I used to think you were cool. I bet you never even met Bullwinkle!”
Oh, and the film itself is something else, too, right? Right.
Looks like that was done by Schwinn (all the bikes were Schwinns, that I could identify). I was surprised by the kid getting clobbered for not having any reflectors on his bike, as you can plainly see in a few shots that he had moved the brake grips down near the bottom of his handle bars, where it’d be difficult to grab them if you needed to stop in a hurry.
No, this was independently produced without any sponsorship from a bicycle manufacturer. I remember reading a bit about the making of this from the son of the director, who also played one of the monkeys (he’s now an animator for Nickelodeon, so I think it was on the Animation Guild blog- one of his co-workers had a printout of one of the monkeys at his workspace because the film both terrified and captivated him when he saw it in school).
Here and here is what I was thinking of. His dad was a background painter for Disney when he wasn’t murdering monkeys.
“Slim new that his big sack would be hard to handle.”
That’s what SHE said.
That is the creepiest thing!!! Maybe biking with crappy monkey masks could be endangering to one’s self! And the TAILS!! ROFLMAO!!! Thanks for the laugh!
“Nightmare fuel”? What, in that charming little tale, could be classified as “nightmare fuel”?
Well, besides the final seconds of Phillip Floogle and Filbert Bagel’s respective lives, of course.
You’re welcome, everyone.
The worst thing is the way they just throw the monkey faces at you without warning. Sure, you see their tails and such but at the begining it’s all back shots until BAM! you’re suddenly looking at some seriously creepy masks.
“We will bike into the Forbidden Zone!”
