The whole overexposed appearance of the image isn’t helping either. It makes me want to squint just a bit, which increases the foreignness of the thing.
“One of us! You’re one of us!”
checks Kythereia’s location field
Oh. Nevermind.
That was funny. Ha! Alton agrees with me. We’re like twins.
Can’t beat a bit of Baldrick.
He is, how shall I say, making gravy under the table.
So these folk are all grinning maniacally, but are any 2 of them actually making eye contact with each other?
And who the hell is the guy in the lower right supposed to be looking at? A diner who is not portrayed but is occupying the same position as the viewer - hovering several feet above the table?
You youngsters these days. She’d probably just finished plowing the field and baling the hay. That’s when women were women, dammit.
It like “The Manchurian Candidate,” but instead of Communist brainwashing seminar = ladies garden club, it’s Thanksgiving dinner = Hitler’s Bunker, and he thinks he’s Von Sauffenberg. And the turkey is his briefcase.
Freedom from want - and tumblersful of tapwater all around!
Yep. When the men were men, the women were women, and the sheep looked real purdy wearin’ lipstick.
He is getting his list of questions ready.
Why don’t you go back to college?
What happened to that nice girl Debbie you were dating? (even though you have girlfirend Anne is sitting next to you)
When are you two going to have children? Is there a probelm with you semen?
Why don’t you say grace?
I’m sooo tempted to photoshop a dead baby over the turkey.
Where’s the rest of the food? One tureen of something, three sticks of celery, a small molded something and a turkey. Hope they really like turkey. I don’t even see a gravy boat! Where’s the sweet potato souffle? And the bread?
I dunno, but that sweetie on the right looks to me like Lois Lane.
You sure that’s not Super Chicken on the platter? (Lois does get around)
I think he’s about to leap prone onto the table and dry-hump the gravy boat.
If you listen very carefully, you can hear the Doors playing in the background, very faintly, very late at night.
I just noticed that creepy Uncle Reg in the bottom right is sitting opposite his twin brother Sylvester who just got released from a stint in the Big House.
The fruit bowl in the forground looks like gold spray painted plastic fruit. Yum!
I’m also pretty sure uncle Pervy in the lower right is giving the viewer a reach-around.
I’d like to see Norman Rockwell depict some soldiers in trenches! (Or just lying there, bleeding out in Vietnam).
Some may be interested in this book.
Yes, the two closeted lesbians on either side of the table, just above center right and just below center left.