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August 30, 2016

No, it’s pronounced Frokensteen!

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 11:24 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the golden sun laden, bright, brilliant sapphire blue skied, bold, bountiful island of Nantucket! Good to be with you on yet another breathtakingly beautiful, blazing day on this wonderful sand bar that ‘time’ forgot… A Tuesday, The Thirtieth Day of August, 2016.  The reporter offering up a tribute and goodbye, for now, to one of this World’s greatest souls, Mr. Gene Wilder, who passed away at the age of 83 yesterday, taking with him the powerful LIGHT he gave to an otherwise dark and stormy third dimensional plane….

His insight and grace, humor and humility gave him what many would call the title of genius in the world of comedy in motion picture, the way they once were created…, which he gave away so freely on stage, on the silver screen as well as to his all of this many, many, many friends, family and many, many fans all over the that great big world of OURS.  So, without further adieu, here are just a few memories from three of this most popular films, with eternal words that speak for themselves.  Prophetic and wise, satirical, sassy and subtle, not to mention hilarious, something so sorely missing in this ‘modern day civilization’ we all “agree?” on at this present moment.

Have a nice Tuesday folks!

“Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory” (c.1971)

Mr. Turkentine:

“I’ve decided to switch our Friday schedule to Monday, which means that the test we take each Friday on what we learned during the week will now take place on Monday before we learn it.  But since today is Tuesday, it doesn’t matter.”

Willy Wonka:  “There’s no way of knowing, which direction we are going.  There’s no way of knowing where one’s rowing, or which way the river’s flowing.  Is it raining?  Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a blowing?  So the danger must be growing.  Are the fires of hell a-glowing?  Is the grisly reaper a mowing?  Yes, the danger must be growing, ’cause the rowers keep rowing, and they’re not showing any signs of slowing.”

“The suspense is terrible, I hope it lasts!”

(Willy Wonka to Charlie)

“…and don’t forget about the man who suddenly got everything he’d ever wished for.”

‘what happened?’

“He lived happily forever!’

“Young Frankenstein” (c. 1974)

“…From the very first day when filthy bits of slime crawled out of the sea and called to the stars, “I am man”, our greatest dread has always been the knowledge of our mortality.  But tonight, we hurl the gauntlet of science into the frightful face of death itself. (C.E.R.N.? Tonight, we shall ascend into the Heavens!  We shall mock the earthquake!  WE shall command the thunders and penetrate the very womb of impervious Mother Nature herself! (H.A.A.R.P.?)

Dr. Frankenstein:  “Whose brain did you put him in?”

Igor:  “Err….Abby something.”

Dr. Frankenstein:  “Abby who?”

Igor: “Abby…Normal, yes, that’s it!  Abby Normal!”

Dr. Frankenstein: “Are you saying that you put an abnormal brain in a 7 foot tall, 54 inch wide GORILLA!” (choking the humpbacked assistant as he screams at his folly)

“Blazing Saddles” (c.1974)

“Jim”, a.k.a. ‘the Waco Kid’

…well, it got so that every piss-ant prairie punk who thought he could shoot a gun would ride into town to try out the Waco Kid.  I must have killed more men than Cecil B. DeMille.  I got pretty gritty.  I started to hear the word ‘draw’ in my sleep.  Then one day, I was just walking down the street when I heard a voice behind me say, “…reach for it Mister!”  I spun around…and there I was, face-to-face with a six year old kid.  Well, I just threw my gun down and walked away.  Little bastard shot me in the ass.  So I limped to the nearest saloon, crawled inside a whiskey bottle…and I’ve been here ever since.

(Jim speaking with the new black sheriff ‘Bart” played by the great Cleavon Little)

Jim:  “What did you expect, ‘welcome sonny?, make yourself at home?, marry my daughter?  You have to remember, these are simple farmers, these are people of the land, the common clay of the new West.  You know, morons.”

and finally, at the end of that fantastic film, “Jim” asks a simple question to his new found friend, Sheriff Bart as they killed the bad guy, and saved the town from his vulture like attitude to ‘it’…,


“…where are ya headed cowboy?”

Bart replying:  “No where special.”

Gene Wilder, a.k.a. “Jim”:

“…no where special, always wanted to go there.”

(”Jim” and “Bart” then jump on their horses and ride off into the sunset, only to stop, dismount and jump into a limo, heading back off into that sacred sunset forever…)

God’s speed Gene Wilder! God’s speed!


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