As marketing tie-ins go, that's not bad. Better than Civil War goldfish crackers.
Are those Big Box VHS copies of On Her Majesty's Secret Service? A little too Lazenby obsessed aren't you Brad!
You can never be too Lazenby-obsessed.
Yeah, but I would rather be more Moore-obsessed!
Could you say that you want more of Moore?
...Okay, that was awful. I'm sorry.
(Shoots self in head)
...What if you're George Lazenby?
That's a big Twinkie.
Somebody had to say it.
I love how Winston gets hung up on the twinkie metaphor...
As the blue collar everyman of the group, Winston has very limited knowledge of psycho-kinetic energy, but the man knows his twinkies...
And as a defeated Peter Venkman, who just spoke to Peck, wanders down the stairs and into the frame, Winston goes "tell them about the twinkie", and Venkman, with his best "OH NO, NOT THE TWINKIES" face, asks "What about the twinkies?"
That scene was a subdued, subtle, and sardonic, slice of cinema...
The actors' delivery of the scene makes it amazing. These are some lines that would not work with any other actors. Hell, the entire movie is an inherently stupid one. Their comedic timing is what saves it, which is why I doubt that the new one will be any good.
I disagree. Every element of the original Ghostbusters came together beautifully. The directing is especially great, and the script is wonderful. It was smart comedy...
Look at Ghostbusters II. It has all of the same actors as the first one, but it's not nearly as good of a film as the first one. It's not as well directed and the script isn't as good. It's good by comedy sequel standards, but the first film blows it out of the water...
Meanwhile, I still can't find Ecto Cooler.
What if I told you...
You can order things on the internet?
I'd say check Amazon but those all belong to me.
ATTENTION ALL SNOB FANS:
Dancin' It's On has arrived on Netflix.
Let the games begin.
I almost hate myself enough to give it a watch.
The next day, Brad Jones would meet up with his friend Brian, unaware that the years of eating horrible fried foods and drinking thirty year old beer had finally caught up to him. Suddenly, the entire box of Key Lime Twinkies he ate previously would wrench themselves unmercifully through his intestinal track. The greenish yellowish fecal matter sprayed Brian unmercifully like an ungripped firehose, and sent Brad flying into the bushes. They called Dave who rushed them both to the hospital. Brad suffered only minor injuries, but the psychological scars left on Brian would be felt for decades to come. The only words Brian could muster for the next two weeks would be heard at the receptionist's desk. "He slimed me"
This is amazing. Especially reading it in Morgan Freeman's voice. :D
Egon: Let's say this twinkie represents the new Ghostbusters movie out next week. Based on Brad's reaction we can estimate the movie will have homages, similar lines & other winks to the original films, yet will overall fall flat just as the lack of key lime flavor fell. That'll give it about, a 30% on Rotten Tomatos.
Ray: *cigarette coughs*
Winston: Whew. That's a bad twinkie.
Egon: *nods, reluctantly eats twinkie*
"Well, let's give that key lime [slime] a day in court, and a big ol' glass of non-fat milk, if you please."
I fucking hate Twinkies.
I fucking hate useless comments
I fucking love Twinkies.
That looks like someone just stuck wasabi in a twinkie...that actually sounds like an awesome prank. And didn't Hostess go out of business?
Whether strange, gimmicky, foreign, or decades old... Brad tries it!