Cinematic Review: Allegory, Metaphor and Themes in the Film: ‘Slapshot’

There are several intwerwoven themes in the infamous 1977 hockey movie: ‘Slapshot’ directed by George Roy Hill and brilliantly written by Nancy Dowd.

The theme in fiction is a literary artifice, being viewed variously by Homer as the the main topic of a story. Literary themes have zwei Weltunschauungen: according to Kierkegaard – the Existential Theme as envisioned by the readers (per Sartre) and the Thematic Statement (C.D. Broad ontology) which is how the author presents the theme.

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The Movie is a comedy but it is really a tragedy about the death of the Industrial heartland and the end of the road for once-mighty Johnstown, Pennsylvania. The hockey team is thus allegory for the lifecycle of the town.

Allegory has been described by Dumas as a literary device which extends a metaphor whereby a location, occurrence or person expresses a philosophical statement to illustrate the larger human state of affairs.

Which Metaphor has similarly been elucidated by Milton as a figure of speech which is a form of rhetoric wherein one thing or construct thus directly refers to another similar construct by reference and thus, according to Dante, illuminate the human condition.

Slapshot has a ‘Grapes of Wrath’ Working Class Hero motif. Common people with average capabilities doing their best in a world over which they have little control.

Theme one: Fear

Fear, as a theme, often expressed as Existential angst or the imaginary otherworldly realm of terror, was viewed by Poe as an eternal trepidation of the future or the unknown.

The main character, the player-coach Reggie Dunlop (Paul Newman) comments about the mill shutting down and ten thousand people losing their jobs and their way of life. The workers are powerless just like the hockey players who find out their team may be shut down as well. The players and the workers have something in common. The skill they have is their only skill. They don’t have education or training to do anything else. Their fear of the unknown is high.

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Theme two: Honor:

Honor was viewed by Emerson as being derived from one or more of the seven Roman virtues. Kurosawa saw honor as the basis for the inner struggle of man vs himself (hero vs villain) and man vs man (conquering one’s inner demons). Whitman viewed honor as the essential basis for man-on-man homosexual romance, while Fitzgerald viewed it as the means to avoid tragedy in the heterosexual romance.

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The star of the team, Ned Braden (Michael Ontkean) wants to win through hard work and skill. Reggie and the GM don’t care how they win, as long as attendance is better and the team becomes valuable enough not to fold. The violence and dirty play leads to an inevitable showdown between the moronic Hanson brothers and the worst collection of hockey criminals the world has ever seen.

Theme three: Desperation.

Baudelaire, viewed the literary theme of desperation as an essential motivating driver of a character. LeRochefocaud believed that it was a push driver (‘engin d’appuis) par opposition à (engin de tirer).

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Everyone has a cockeyed plan to save the Chiefs. Reggie provides false hope by planting a fake story about moving to Florida, thus motivating the players to win and increasing profitability to show the unknown owner thatvthe team is worth saving. The GM organizes fashion shows and brings in three spectacularly idiotic violent goons to up attendance. The players try to win the championship.

Theme four: Isolation

Isolation has often been discussed by Freud as that sense of anomie whereby life is perceived as without objective meaning, purpose or rules wherein the ego is separated from others by social and psychological space causing the Id to be repressed and resulting in a state of what Kant described as Angst.

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We start out with Denis LeMieux, the French-Canadian goaltender far from home. The only other player with real skill and a future in the game. His melancholy is reflected with his fatalistic demeanor but a dogged desire to succeed. The GM, deeply closeted who has no real friends except Reggie, whose own views have evolved with the modern age, who keeps both the GM’s secret as Reggie also keeps the secret of the bisexual goaltenders’ wife.

Theme five: fractured love:

Love is one of the most prevalent themes in literature. Jane Austen describes love as having the power in the novel to provoke sadness where love is unrequited, denied or withheld. Or, it adds to the dramatic technique of suspense, use relationships to illustrate the eternal power of love over the passage of time.

Ned Braden’s wife Lily (Lindasy Crouse) married an Ivy Leaguer who she hoped would bring her a life of wealth and dignity and instead she is on the road in a collapsing mill town while her husband chases a not-so-successful minor league hockey career. Reggie and his ex Francine (Jeniffer Warren) did not survive the strain of his hockey career. They love each other but aren’t right for each other.

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Final theme: hopeless optimism

Voltaire expressed the position that the optimist viewed the nature of man as essentially Good. Thus, if all action that can be described as good or evil can only be ascribed to sentient beings, rather than nature, which is immutable, the theme of Man vs Man is thus exposed to the reader.

The Hanson brothers are always happy. They just enjoy life and they believe that they can always win if they just try. Reggie believes that he can succeed far beyond his abilities just by hatching one clever plot after another. He believes he can save the team and get his wife back at the same time. Denis believes he can make the NHL.

In the end, Reggie confronts reality. His goal of gooning it up and then gooning it down nearly gets the naive, young Hanson brothers killed. His goal of saving the team is dashed when he confronts the absentee owner who views the players as assets on paper rather than as human beings which is allegory for the Steel Mill owners who shut the Mill to save money and destroyed the town. Reggie never gives up. His team wins the championship. He chases a new job and he tries to win back Francine.

Like the townspeople of the collapsed industrial City, Reggie never gives up. Even if he has to go and seek new horizons he still believes he can find his way.


Review: Continental Divide 1981 with John Belushi

I don’t review modern movies often for many reasons:

1. I don’t give a rat 🐀 about superheroes

2. I’m not interested in JLo or Julia Roberts

3. I don’t want to see Rom-Coms

4. I don’t care about sexy super cool car chase movies

5. I can’t stand CGI based nouveau video game sci-fi

6. I’m not interested in Transformers XII

7. I don’t like War Films with 30 minute long incomprehensible battle scenes

“Continental Divide, 1981”

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Blair Brown might be the most wooden, unbelievable actress I’ve ever seen. Every line and every pose seems phony and forced. Both her and Belushi sleepwalk through the film 🎞. Belushi’s lines also seem forced and unrealistic.

The pacing is slow. The film is boring. The direction is atrocious and the musical score seems out of some late 60’s romance film.

The script is also poor and unimaginative at best. The supporting actors are remarkably unattractive and uninteresting.

Summary: Top newspaper reporter, Ernie Souchak (Belushi) is at risk after reporting on a shady local politico. Gets sent on assignment to cover an ornithologist in the Rockies. They have adventures. He has to adapt to the great outdoors. Falls in love with female ornithologist (Blair Brown). They meet again in Chicago. Gets on train 🚊 with girl. Souchak can’t live without her, keeps missing stops… yes, I would have done that sort of crazy spontaneous thing in my youth…

If you love Belushi, you can try to watch this film. But it is slow, boring and bad. Tony Ganios as ‘Possum’ was a bright spot. The beleaguered newspaper editor was almost believable.

What could have saved it:

1. Less sappy musical score.

2. Two different leads (Contrast Wilder and Clayburgh in Silver Streak) sorry, John.

3. Get rid of the attack by the Puma. The Puma in the house was enough.

4. Make better use of Chicago as backdrop.

5. Better filming techniques. Every scene was poorly framed. Close when it should have been far away, far away when it should have been a close up.


I hate this movie 🎥. Even if it was intended as a Rom-com chick movie, it just didn’t work. You can watch at your own risk, but remember, I warned you.

Michael Apted- Director

Amblin Entertainment – 1981


D.C. Cab and the American Dream Revisited

Ophelia: “Why don’t you wake up and realize that dreams ain’t for people like us?”

Many people hated this film. Vulgar. Too busy. Tired jokes. Racist humor. Asian and Hispanic stereotypes. The reggae man. Homophobia. Chauvinism. But the races, men and women all work together for the success of the company.

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This movie isn’t about wealthy, successful, brilliant, heroic archetypes. It’s about the sad forgotten working poor who get overlooked at both ends of the spectrum. Crooked politicians and political hacks, crooked cops. The certifiably insane Dell “I don’t work on January the 8th because that’s Elvis’ birthday”, the childlike bodybuilder brothers, the faux Latin lover, the idealistic wannabe Writer…

”D.C. is a capital city.”

The reason why it is a cult film 🎞 for D.C. citizens is because it’s about regular working class people and not about political bigwigs or super spies. The D.C. Cab Company is a metaphor for the District itself. If D.C. Cab can make a comeback, can the Capital City come back as well?

”The big fear is that you’re becoming a cabdriver.”

But the critics missed the point of the film. It’s a story about what’s quintessentially right with America and Americans.

D.C. Our Nation’s Capitol, a long-ignored burnt out shell since the riots of the 60’s and 70’s, was about to make a huge comeback.

The Old South was disappearing and it was the dawn of the 80’s. An era without segregation, without riots, without Vietnam. No-one knew what was coming.

“No Tyrone, I’m from the new South where we’re all brothers.”

The real movie is about a group of white southerners, Harold, Albert and Dell. Harold runs a failing Cab Company with a largely black staff of employees. They all work together, live together and laugh together with a goal of saving the company and with no racial, ethnic or gender barriers between them.

They adopt young Albert, who finds his way up from Georgia to work for his dad’s War buddy, Harold. Albert’s dad apparently died from some ailment related to his service in Vietnam so he seeks to bond with one his dad’s best friends. Probably the most poignant scene is when the two of them roak the Schmiee and dance to Jimmy Cliff’s haunting reggae ballad ‘Vietnam’.

”Albert aint got not political convictions, He’s an American!”

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On race relations, Dell very crudely explains to young Albert that blacks will eventually take over the country, so by coming to D.C. he’s getting ahead of the game and they can be the token whites in the new black utopia.

Albert learns a little bit from each driver, gaining their unique and often warped view of the world, but it’s the lens through which they see the universe.

There are a lot of silly tropes in the movie but amazingly, the most criticized happens more often than not. A rare violin gets left in a cab for which there is a $10,000 reward. This actually happened in both New England and in New York City and the violins involved were worth over One Million dollars.

“You ain’t got no company, You’ve got an asylum.” Says Ophelia. Ophelia is a strong female character who is wanted by both cab companies as a star driver.

The rival Emerald Cab Company is as slick as it is dirty. They have brand new shiny cabs and they pay off the authorities.

Myrna, Harold’s miserable mercenary wife doesn’t really believe in the American work ethic or the American Dream. She wants something for nothing and she tries to tear down the dream for everyone else. The cabbies think their dreams are dashed when Myrna steals the money.

Albert talks to them about their dreams. He puts his money where his mouth is and he puts up the savings his father left him. “We just might make something of ourselves!”

The cabbies fix up their cabs and they don the coveted jackets. They are armed with a new purpose, but obstacles, evildoers, bad luck and competitors still lie ahead.

Tyrone and Samson are both struggling, but Samson believes he can change the evil in his community if fights for what he believes, but Tyrone is fatalistic about what he sees as a hopelessly rigged racist society so he tries to game the system.

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Albert and Tyrone fundamentally don’t understand each other and they don’t like each other at first. Tyrone loves Albert and hates him at the same time. But just as with Samson, Tyrone is no idealist. Tyrone at some level tries to get Albert to reject his false ‘New South’ idealism and truly understand the world as Tyrone sees it, by becoming a ‘psychic blood brother’.

Tyrone leaves the fold, but inspired by Irene Cara, he steals Dell’s cab to get the fare. Irene Cara’s song ‘Dream’ was a huge hit.

Mixed in with the vulgar comedy is a sad story about throwaway people who still cling to the American Dream, but somehow if they put aside their differences and come together with a common goal they can still find a way to achieve that dream.

In the end it’s the wisdom out of the mouth of babes as young Albert inspires the crew to believe.

They have to come together one more time and figure out the clues to rescue the kidnapped kids and Albert. Airplanes ✈️? Bruce Lee 🥋 ? A windmill?

Albert is framed for a crime he didn’t commit. The crew has to work to save him and they will stop at nothing to do it.

Can Crazy Mr. Rhythm help?

I wont spoil it for you if you haven’t seen it.

D.C. Cab 🚕 Joel Schumacher and Topper Carew RKO  Uinversal 1981

Starring Mr. T., Adam Baldwin, Charlie Barnett, the Barbarians, Marsha Warfield, Whitman Mayo, Paul Rodriguez, DeWayne Jessie, Bill Maher and many others.

Movies I like that the critics hated

“Streets of Fire” The Michael Paré face slapping scene is one of the best Mano a Mano scènes in all of cinema. The dialog is fantastic. Ellen Aim’s Meatloaf style songs are horrible. Ry Cooder and the Blaster’s songs are awesome. Amy Madigan, Debbie Van Valkenburgh and Rick Moranis are perfect. And the weird, evil, sexually ambiguous Willem Dafoe is a classic film bad guy. The two best face offs are Cody vs Raven (Dafoe) and The soldier (Madigan) vs Billy Fish (Rick Moranis). Possibly one of the best cult films  🎥 ever. Should have won an academy award for cinematography and musical score. If you don’t like this film 🎞 it’s because you are a stupid, idiotic douchebag.

”Almost Heroes.” Period piece. Pacing was a little too slow. The classic scene where Edwards played by Matthew Perry tried to teach teacher Hunt played by Chris Farley is worth the price of admission. I also enjoy the Eagle 🦅 scenes and most of all the mentally ill Indian face-slapping scene was awesome. One of the worst rated films of all time. But I love it.

”The Film-Flam Man.” George C. Scott and Michale Sarrazin. AWOL purposeless young soldier meets up with Crazy old man. “Onky girl I ever met with purpose eyes” Part of the Neo-South genre of the 1960’s like Cool Hand Luke. Brilliant tragically underrated film with an excellent musical score. Kind of the progenitor to 1974’s “The Sting.” If you don’t like this film, it’s because you are stupid.

”Wagon’s East.” An incredibly bad movie. How can you not love John McGinley’s gay bookseller and secret expert gunfighter? Richard Lewis as the malpracticing Civil War Doctor. The Indians who desperately want them to leave and of course John Candy 🍬 as the failed back-country guide?

”Bring me the Head of Alfredo Garcia.” Warren Oates. Fantastic film. It was actually part of the Mexican film genre. It’s crude and edgy and you can see vestiges of it in later Rodriguez and Tarantino films. If you don’t like this film, you are an incredibly stupid, dopey Alfred E. Newman-face dummy.

”Road House” Possibly the greatest bad movie of all time. Ben Gazzarra as the completely psychotic bad guy, Sam Elliott as Dalton’s sidekick. The famous “speech” “I want you to be nice!” “What if someone calls my mama a whore?” “Is she?” The epic battle. The goofy 😋 sidekick: “A baar 🐻 fell on me!

Thirteenth Warrior – I thought it was a pretty cool movie 🎥 especially the scenes where he learns their language by listening, drawing sounds, fire 🔥 snakes 🐍 and of course Boulware! (Pronounced Boo 👻 la-vaaaaah). Tonthe critics who didn’t like it: go eat dirty, dirty doo 💩.

Judge Dredd – Silly but fun. “I am the law!”



Ocean’s 8

This may actually be the worst film I have ever seen.

No it ain’t misogyny. I enjoyed the fem-ocentric Ghostbusters.

I hate the whole Ocean’s series. I get that they are supposed to be campy.

Think of the worst movie list. Plan 9, Reefer madness are in fact funny. So entertaining. So maybe silliest movies of all time.

Worst movies? Think Ishtar. Boring, slow, rife with bad acting. This is the Ishtar of a new generation.

The always awful and unbelievable Sandra Bullock headlines the cast. Cate Blanchett needs a new agent.

The pacing is slow and it’s deathly dull and a quarter way in I don’t care what happens.

Awkwafina, may actually be the worst actress in all of human history dating to ‘Ogg’ of the Troglodytes in the year One Billion BC.

This Movie has no redeeming qualities. It is cinematic bowel movement. I hated all the actors. It would have been funnier and more relatable maybe with a cast of unknowns.

It makes Ecks vs. Sever look like Citizen Kane.

Peace be the Botendaddy


Anthropoid vs Inglorious Bastards

Ingloruious Bastards is a typically trite Tarantino romp, this time across Nazi-Occupied France.

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The only realistic scene is the opening Where Colonel Hand Landa interrogates Monsieur LaPedite. The film doesn’t really expose the real world violence of the Nazis.

Let’s be honest, the Communists weren’t much better with their Cheka and the Ukrainian Genocide and also let us not forget the Turkish Genocide of the Armenians.

The Nazis thus had two prime 20th Century examples from which to learn. And they learned well. If they got you, you were f@&ked. This wasn’t some Hollywood bullshit. They f@&ked you up.

They had ways of making you talk. And you did talk. And you died. You were not talking your way out of it. This was not Hogan’s Heroes.

But onto our topic. I love the Czechs. They are the refined, artistic, poetic, lyrical soul of the Slavs. The crown jewel of the Western Slavs is Praha.

Czechoslovakia, founded during a meeting in Pittsburgh of all places, back in 1918, was a tiny little country caught between giant powers for the umpteenth million time.

The Czech soul is at once fatalistic and hopeful. Contrast the Russians who are the hardened spiritual frontier, the Ukrainians the heartland, the Poles are the farmers and scientists, the Slovaks Old Central Europe torn between east and west. And then, the Czechs.

The writers epitomize the culture: Jaroslav Hasek – the Czech, Franz Kafka – the Jewish Bohemian. Who can forget the good soldier Sveik?

What a mystical place it is… beautiful cities, ancient overgrown cemeteries. Old libraries. Intricate churches. Catholics, Jews, Bohemians, Moravians, Slavs. A patchwork quilt of ethnicities.

Of course, the Philosopher Pareczenethy was a Czech. Born in Praha, murdered in Thereisenstadt. His utter disdain l for the violence of power. He died fearless.

And then the Czechs… the silly lyrical Czechs. But it was them. The Czechs… who killed the Butcher of Prague, the architect of the final solution, the evil Reinhard Heydrich. Not the sexy, muscular, unshaven Hollywood Americans, not the icy, methodical Brits, not the bold Russians. But, rather the tiny little Czechoslovak people. And they suffered for it greatly.

The Ethiopia of Europe. Sacrificed so a vicious bully wouldn’t hit the West. But you can’t negotiate with bullies. They only stall for time, then they beat the shit out of you anyway. Ask a Cherokee what good negotiation did for them?

The real Nazis played for keeps. Their philosophy was a typical cult of Armageddon. The Communist-Jewish conspiracy was going to kill them all like they did to the Romanovs, like they did to the Ukrainians, like they did to the Kulaks, like they did to the family of King Ludwig in Bavaria. They were coming for the German people. The British were foppish twits and their American friends were tools of the Jewish bankers and they were going to cover the earth with red paint and destroy western civilization, plunder its wealth and kill all non-believers and only the beloved Fuhrer could stop them.

But it was the Czechoslovak who struck the first and boldest blow against the Nazi cult of Armageddon.

Anthropoid is a movie about a tiny group of people and a dwindling resistance to a violent behemoth. It is metaphor for the souls of the Czechs. The two protagonists were a parable of the close cousins, the Czechs and the Slovaks and the short time they lived together and died together in the heart of a poisoned Europe.

The execution of Heydrich emboldened resistance movements in every occupied country. Like the example of the Ras Tafari, the Lion of Judah, King Selassie Hailie the I of Ethiopia who stood up alone against the fascism of Mussolini. Solzhenitsyn, Bonhoeffer, that’s what speaking truth to Power really looks like. It doesn’t end well. It’s  not a Hollywood fantasy with an American happy ending.

Someone had to stand up and do something. And they did. Are you willing to die for your people? Are you willing to risk your family and everyone you love? That is the story of Czechoslovakia.

Inglorious Bastards is a silly fable. Anthropoid was real.

You know how it ends. But there is a story worth seeing.

Anthropoid Sean Ellis, Director, LD Productions 2016

Peace be the Botendaddy


Old Movies Revisited: Heaven’s Gate 1980 and The Omen 1976

Heaven’s Gate, directed by Michael Cimino starring Kris Kristofferson, Jeff Bridges, Sam Waterston, Richard Mazur and some broads I’ve never heard of.I wanted to hate this movie.  But I had never seen it.

It was sort of the nouveau-Western historical epic genre (Pronounced Jaaaahr).

It was kind of long. Too slow in parts. It was an art film. Music score was brilliant. Many great visuals. Had it come out ten years later, it probably would have been highly regarded and been heavily attended.

The topic, The Johnson County War, was mildly interesting.

It was a classic Hollywood mega-bomb: runaway costs, too much hype, out of control whiz kid Director and commercial failure. It was fun to make fun of for the critics. It became in a word: a meme.

It really was not that bad. Very long story short: Harvard Grad goes West becomes Federal Marshall, tries to stop ranchers from killing a hit list of immigrants who threatened their cattle 🐄  (true story… like WTF?) .

He then has to take on other Anglo-Saxons, whose values he questions. Christopher Walken is his conflicted nemesis. The Marshall falls in love with 😍 Balkan Woman Whorehouse Madame. She is killed. Then he goes back to his life of wealth in New England married to his old College Girlfriend.

My reviews are terse because no-one can read lots of impenetrable over-wrought bullshit.

This film deserved a better fate.

The Omen, Directed by Richard Donner, was the successor film to ‘The Exorcist’, essentially the DaVinci Code of the 1970’s.

Plot: evil devil’s spawn Damien, born of a jackal, switched at birth with murdered real baby 👶 of ambassador causes people to die and kill themselves, has to be ritually killed with knives procured from Israel 🇮🇱. Blah, blah, blah.

It was filmed like a cross between a soap opera and a 70’s made for TV 📺 movie. It was a schlock horror film of the worst quality. The acting was atrocious. Gregory Peck was too old for the role. Most of the characters were unattractive and creepy, but that may have been on purpose.

The horror scenes were too obvious, the lighting 💡 was too strong 💪 and often destroyed the mood of terror. Some of the scariest scenes were so bad that they were funny 😄.

It was an iconic film, yes. Barely watchable. Slightly boring. But a really shitty film at best. Horrible production quality.

‘Sanctus Spiritus! Sanctus Spiritus!’

Cool film. Must watch. Schlock horror iconic film.

Note: ‘kid 🧒 on bicycle 🚲 where Mom falls off balcony’ scene was totally copied by Kubrick in the Shining Big Wheel scene. Go see for yourself.

Peace be the Botendaddy

Rando LP Collection Review

Break out your turntable.

Get out some LP’s.

Stack three.

Set to 33 rpm and size 12

Hit auto

LP’s Albums 33’s

Herb 🌿 Alpert: The Lonely Bull. Like Al Hirt, one of my favorite Trumpet 🎺 players ever. Sorry 😐 I don’t worship at the altar of Miles Davis, he bores the f@&$ out of me. Great Album by Herb and the TJB.

The Sting Soundtrack: Scott Joplin Great movie, reintroduced America to the amazing Scott Joplin, King of ragtime.

Tom Jones Greatest Hits: Tom Jones ultra-60’s-hip.

Grease Soundtrack featuring Sha-Na-Na. Hated the movie, a lot… but I live Sha-Na-Na.

Lucky Strike: ‘Remember how Great’ light jazz and big band collection. Awesome stuff, like Xavier Cugat. Big Band.

I picked up this ‘rando’ collection at the Goodwill (Pronounced Ghutt-wheel). Check for deep scratches. Check for grotesque stains and caked on food.

40’s-70’s mix.

High Noon: A Review

Only the Showdown represents true muscular American Wild-West cowboy 🤠 (Pronounced Koe-Bwah) bravado. The good guy vs. the bad guy. Face to face.

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Two men face each other at high noon in the dusty street of a frontier town. No silly sentimentalism, compromise or emotional 😭 Schwachheit.

No special weapons other than the macho phallus-like muscular six-gun.

The Sherriff vs. the shitty scumbag bad guy. Yes the bad guy. Not conflicted, he is rotten and shitty. You, the audience hate him because he is a complete irredeemable piece of shit. He must die so that his evil sins can be expiated by fire. His soul is beyond salvation.

Frank Miller is the bad guy, released from prison by wishy-washy judges and slimy politicians so that he can wreak havoc on the defenseless town.

The Sheriff is the epitome of good. He has no vices. He will risk death rather than compromise his principles. Gary Cooper is the good guy. Grace Kelly is his new bride 👰 a pacifist Quaker.

The Sheriff is old and past his prime. Sure he can leave town like a filthy yellow-bellied coward but a true American can’t leave the problem for the next guy. He has to stay.

Real Americans, both good and bad, always have the showdown at the agreed to time and place. But the duel is “faggier” because it is European and hence gay 🌈 and man-on-man bottom-passive *hot* The showdown is muy muy macho like Ricardo Montleban.

Only the shittiest coward doesn’t show up. The French call failure to show up “the little death”. I made that up, but you get it.

The townspeople are unprincipled, apathetic 😐 self-involved, sniveling yellow cowards. One by one they back out. They deputy won’t fight unless Cooper recommends him to be the next Sherriff, but Cooper won’t compromise his principles for that slimy dirtbag. Only the 14 year old kid offers to stand with him, but like a true American Cowboy 🤠 Cooper must fight alone.

In the end, the bad guys are so shitty, that they fight four on one. Shitty, scumbag, rotten cheaters. Of course they die one by one. The wife drops her stupid pacifism and becomes a true American by shooting one of the bad guys through a window.

Of course the head bad guy Frank Miller is so rotten (Pronounced Un-American) that he actually takes Grace Kelly hostage. Grace Kelly! Miller is a total scumbag piece of shit! Of course she scratches him and Gary Cooper shoots him to shit like he deserves.

But who was shittier and more un-American? The bad guys who can’t help being rotten? Or, rather the slimy shitty cowardly townspeople who let Cooper face the bad guys alone. The conclusion is obvious.

In the final scene, The Sherriff after vanquishing the shitty bad guys stares down the yellow-bellied townspeople whom he just rescued and he drops his shield in the dirt.

Everyone knows that the movie is based on the original 1934 Japanese thriller サムライ対悪い男 ‘Samurai tai warui otoko’ by Watanabe Uweyuki Yakazuke.

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In this epic black-and-white Japanese thriller that takes place in the 17th century, a samurai must try to defend his village against shitty bad guy criminal scum bag thief, killers, led by WaLuigi-wa.

Noone in the town is willing to help them fight the bad guys because they are all a bunch of filthy disgusting Cowards.

In the end the samurai must go it alone and the only person that comes to his defense is the silly, stupid, wimpy, nerdy good guy who is almost incapable of helping but stabs one of the shitty bad guys in the back with a bamboo pole by accident.

The leader of the bad guys holds the Samurai’s daughter hostage. She performs Baru-Ki-Ka-Ru by kicking him in his shitty ballsack, so the Samurai can kill him with nunchaku.

The Samurai then scolds the villagers who lose face due to their shameful cowardice and the village is renamed 臆病者の臆病者の村 which means Village of the shittacious cowards.

The Samurai walks off into the sunset 🌅 with his daughter and the nerdy 🤓 guy who is in love with the daughter and has proven himself worthy by slaughtering a bad guy.

”Popcorn with butter?”

Peace be the Botendaddy

Way Station 9

It was a very strange place, but it was a strange place that he’d gotten used to rather quickly. How many years had it been? More than a few, but not that long. It was very possible that it was the best job that he ever had.

He’d been a little bit more important maybe a little more relevant in years past, but now it all just didn’t really seem to matter. He had no boss really. The biggest incentive was just to take care of the customers, maintain the facility and keep the residents happy.

It was 6 o’clock in the morning. They used Earth clocks because why not? He ran and worked out a few days a week. Today was one of his running days.

The  atmosphere was strange. It depended really on where you were on the planet. The poles were incredibly wet and contributed to retaining the atmosphere. The rest of the planet was basically desert with an occasional oasis here and there. There was no real smell. It was a clean smell actually. In fact the entire planet was hypo-allergenic.

Of course, there was the underground. From all he had heard, it was a very rich environment that had been very carefully built up over the years with massive underground structure. Oddly, not a single  structure existed anywhere on the surface.

The only structure on the entire surface was Waystation 9. Back in the day it would’ve been called an airport, and like all other airports, it started out ad basically a small airstrip.

I suppose that you could say spaceport but that’s just a little bit corny, isn’t it? At any rate, it was time to run. He had his own building. One story, full gym, water cistern, food cabinet, kitchen, refrigerator, theatre room, extra bunk rooms, technology room, design room, meeting room and more.

The radiation meter was down to zero, so he could leave his quarters beforehand he unbuttoned the complex.

He put on his shoes, shorts and T-shirt and he went out to the track. It was always cool and dry, always about 55°F. It almost never rained down here. Rain was an event.

He took off Running. The track was actually his idea, they basically said ‘look if you want to try build yourself a track make yourself some deals for materiel and build yourself a track.’ The sand had a slight crunchy feel. It wasn’t dusty unless there was a sandstorm.

He was one of the two site managers. There were always only two site managers and it was the same way every day, eight hour shifts overlapping by four hours for twelve hours coverage. The opener opened the spaceport’s radiation shields, the closer buttoned up. Then it was eight hours of bizarre radiation.

During the storms, people did maintenance, fueled up, worked out, went to one of the clubs, workout studios, art studios, galleries, restaraunts. Inside it was like a gigantic beautiful multi-level shopping mall and series of hotels.

The spaceport could only be open for 12 hours a day and it was closed for 12 hours  a day. That was the rule. There was some kind of strange disruption in the atmosphere that created radiation. This radiation storm went on for about 8 hours a day, so Waystation 9 had to be buttoned up.

He was going to run 5 miles today. It was pretty much flat everywhere you could see. There were mountains way up to the east but he had really not explore that much. At some point, he figured he would get out there.

He had his cycle so he could peddle out there, but of course distances were much longer than they appeared to be. If you got stuck out and you didn’t have supplies in that environment and you got caught in the radiation storm then that would not be a good situation.

Oh you could survive out there, there’s a special little kind of tent that you could bring if you were going to bicycle for a day out there but you better bring extra tires and extra supplies maybe even a second bike.

He once tried a journey to the foot of the mountain, but he never climbed up, he just took a look around, camped out in the cave, waited it out for 12 hours and then pedaled back

It didn’t have to be a monotonous job, you could find ways to occupy yourself, ways to stay interested. He actually had fairly good relations with the residents. They were known as were known Holeans.

Holeans were genuinely nice people and why not call them people? They were intelligent beings like us, sure they looked a little bit different – almost like the typical aliens as we imagined from Area 51 but a little more robust, a little more hair but they were an attractive and interesting people.

The Holeans had one favorite interest: curios, antiquing we would call it. They did not like to leave their own planet. I don’t know that any of them ever did very often. Maybe every now and then a few of them would travel by freighter to go visit somewhere.

I know there was a few that were buyers of goods who traveled a bit, but they preferred to let the merchandise come to them. You see, they ran an exotic import-export business and that was the deal. They get the import-export business, while the visitors get the spaceport.

Holea had plutonium-platinum pellets – don’t ask me how they work, I’m not a chemist but I will say that the pellets were incredible for powering spacecraft. They also had water as I mentioned before.  All you could possibly need: the poles were essentially a mixture of giant oceans and swamps.

Underground, there was an enormous amount of water. The Holeans lived above the water in their structures down beneath the surface. I always imagined that they had some type of boats or maybe even ships under the surface, I don’t really know how it worked.

So that was the deal, we get the fuel, we get the water, we get the spaceport and they absolutely get their pick of the import-export business. Sure, they were interested in occasionally exotic foods but they were mostly interested in the merchandise: Strange  woods, interesting metals, intricate carvings, coins, objets d’art that could’ve been thousands or tens of thousands of years old nobody knew.

I think they had more pleasure running their various family kiosks in stores than they did in collecting. I’m sure they had things under ground maybe museums and galleries places for curios, but they like the little cubbyhole stores that we go back as far as possible, little circular staircases to get from one to level to  an other.

But when you walked in, you had a feeling that the import-export stores and been there for decades or maybe even hundreds of years, actually I don’t know how long they were there… could’ve been hundreds of years but as you know, these things grow up over time.

Jean-Claude Deblois, the runner, was the morning concierge, or you could call him a site manager, the other concierge, her name was Francine Chantal Delacroix. I don’t know how they both ended up having French names but I think that’s just one of those things that happens.

They didn’t really get along and they didn’t really not get along. I think they were just the only other people that they could talk to. Both kind of viewed the world same way, but were very separate – almost like it a brother and sister that had grown up and moved apart for 30 years and then moved back together.

He kept running, the track was nice – not yet covered with sand. The surface was excellent with a good grip, it stayed in very good condition despite the radiation storms and it seemed to never buckle very much and it never wore out or cracked.

My name is Pochemu as you would Pronounce it. I am a Bolean. Boleans are from the twin planet in synchronous orbit with Holea. I lived with Deblois. This was my first tour of duty. Boleans provided security for the Holeans. Holeans are a religious people, we view them as a nation of priests. We look alike, but they are more white and we are more blue.

Boleans are violent, industrious and highly intelligent. We have been at peace for a long while, except for a few minor skirmishes around the edges of our region of solar systems called the Aal Mog grouping.

I am an officer in the Royal Armed Forces of Bolea. I suppose my career is stagnant which is why I volunteered for this post. I miss my wife and daughters, but other than that it’s good duty. This story isn’t about me though.

Working with aliens is cool. Yes, you reading this are outer space aliens to me. It’s cool because my boss isn’t here. As long as I facilitate for the concierges, the guests and the Holeans, I’m solid. I fuel a report once a month. We use your months, because why not? Systens work if everyone agrees on them.

DeBlois. He’s a cool guy. I run with him some time. Boleans Run, our cousins, the Holeans don’t. They swim.

Eepoporque is my counterpart. She’s only a Captain. Ambitious and snotty. I wouldn’t want her in my command, but I’m her rater on her BAER: Bolean Army Evaluation Report. She is DelaCroix’s facilitator. We don’t tell the concierges what it do, nor the Holeans. We just report and keep the peace. Imagine… Boleans as peacekeepers. Thank Lord Khufu my dad isn’t alive to see it. Oh well.

It’s a long way across the spaceport. There’s a lot of hangars. I think it’s actually 45 miles square. We use your miles, too because.. why not?The enclosed portion is like a giant covered City about 20 miles wide Running South .to North. The morning concierge lives on the North end and the evening concierge lives on the South end.

Funding, yes. Every planet, every civilization runs on the almighty, wait for it… dollar. The Waystation is funded by a non-profit: Hwardjionsczenz. They ran the first space ports, hotels and restaraunts. You can get a used spaceship from their rental division. My brother and I bought a small Kyrellian cruiser. We fixed it up. The new ones suck, the old ones used good materials.

I went outside to run with DeBlois. He was easy to catch. Boleans who are in shape can run a two minute mile at Earth gravity. We’re just different. I slowed my pace to nine minutes to chat with DeBlois.

”JC! What’s up Blay?”

”I’m really roakin’ – eight minute mile today.”

”Copasetic, earth-man.”

”Pochemu, you ready for your shift?”

”As ready as you are. There’s a new Kapoolian Coffee shop that just opened up. Imagine when a Bolean walks in, they still hate us from the Sadérrhillian conflict of the Difth Cluster Vortex, back in the Schamponian epoch.”

”Listen you big blue bastard, everyone’s making money now, they don’t care whose ancestors were man-raped and pillaged.”

”Yeah, no drama anymore JC. We Boleans love drama, but here I have orders: play Everything low key.