I had this dream last night that I watched “Straight Dope, The Movie”.
Here was the basic premise: A comit hit the earth (unimaginative, I know) and only Cecil, the all knowing, was able to see it coming (but with very short notice) so it was up to him to rebuild civilization in the aftermath.
Wonderful special affects with the whole shockwave destroying New York City thing.
Unfortunately, I woke up before I got very far into the movie.
So put yourself in my movie, imagine Cecil warned all of us here on the SDMB that doom was imminent and we all hid underground until trouble passed over. How would the rest of the movie go?
BTW, Cecil was played by a buff hansom fella, accompanied by some hollywood starlet as his assistant at the archeological dig he had an appointment for. There’s nothing like those holywood dreams.
I would make a cameo as myself in a scene battling floating and evil comet fragments. My superheated phaser vision would destroy the fragment and allow the remaining dopers to continue their journey to Chicago to become part of the new society headed by Cecil.
I, however, would gallop into the sunset for the land of oiled up, amazon, love goddesses.
Well, shut my mouth. It’s also illegal to put squirrels down your pants for the purposes of gambling.
I still wouldn’t be able to find a man, but a bump on the head would give me the ability to speak with animals and I would roam around healing the sick and injured.
I would be the “guy with no real talents who somehow manages to make a cross-country trip through incredible danger to bring the Important Message to the leaders of the only hope for the world.”
– Sylence
I don’t have an evil side. Just a really, really apathetic one.
Since George Burns is dead, they’ll have to find some other crusty but loveable old guy to play me. Is Keanu Reeves still available?
I could be the guy who, while the whole audience knows that whatever you do – DON’T OPEN THAT DOOR, opens the door.
“To do her justice, I can’t see that she could have found anything nastier to say if she’d thought it out with both hands for a fortnight.”
Dorothy L. Sayers Busman’s Honeymoon
I wanna be the guy who goes down in the basement where you know there’s another guy down there with an axe, and I get to say, “Listen! Please! I’m here to help you!” just before the guy takes my head off, and then my head goes flying off and the camera cuts to the corner of the basement and there’s my head, looking surprised as hell.
The part of GuanoLad will be played by Mike Myers. His role will be to hang around in the crowd scenes and just make silly comments all through the movie. Half the audience will love him, half will hate him. It’s a make-or-break part
Although I imagine myself a Dirk Bogarde, I just know that Central Casting would suggest a young Sydney Greenstreet, but with hair.
“Wallace Beery! Wrestling picture! Whaddya need, a road map?”
I would be portrayed (if not as one of Mullinator’s amazon love goddesses) as one of Cecil’s cyborg minions who makes a last-ditch effort to stop the comet (and fails miserably, of course). But not before a steamy love scene (probably with Whoopi Goldberg as the PurpleCrackWhore). I would be played by Helena Bonham-Carter, since everybody says I look like her (I still don’t see it). My love scene would be cut by order of the MPAA, and most of the rest of my scene would be cut because of timing restrictions until my only line is “Here it comes-AAAAAAAGH!” They’d misspell my name in the closing credits. Bloody Hollywood. Hmmph!
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.