I don’t think I’m violating any non-disclosure agreement to relay this work anecdote:
This week I was assigned a pretty unique project - a certain web series is being picked up by a certain channel and fleshed out into full on television. The director, now in possession of an actual budget, needed help boarding out some inventively over-the-top and hilarious Michael Bay-style into sequences for each of the show’s episodes. It was a pretty cool gig—but the best part was that one of the sequences was basically a clever homage to the scene in The Thing where Norris’ chest cavity opens and that angry Norris-thing bursts onto the ceiling. The director was like, “OK, this one’s actually ripping off The Thing, let me get you some references,” and I was like “NOT NECESSARY MAN! I WATCH THIS SCENE BEFORE I GO TO BED EVERY NIGHT!”
So then we proceeded to geek out about the movie, and how that’s the best scene ever, and that someone was paying him to pay tribute to it, and someone else was paying me to draw a storyboard of it. Definitely the highlight of my week. Moments like this are always useful to remind me that heck, my job is actually pretty awesome sometimes. Anyway, if you end up catching this on TV somewhere down the road just bask in the knowledge that you’re watching the end result of a lot of good feels and grown up geeks let loose in the control room (whoops, never again!)
And, to finally (read: hopefully) wrap up my month long obsession with The Thing, I wanted to go out with a bang. Kind of like Outpost 31 (cough). My Dad and I had the house to ourselves this weekend, and having failed to execute an appropriate amount of father-son bonding time by Saturday evening, I suggested that we put on The Thing. My dad’s never seen it, which I was honestly surprised by. Mind you, I’ve subjected him to “my” movies before with mixed, bordering on unpleasant results, so this was a long shot. Most recently, our ill-fated viewing of the American version of Oldboy, where by the end my Dad basically silently walked into his bedroom, shaking his head. Good thing I didn’t show him the Korean version. Also, he’d been doing yardwork and drinking Yuengling all day yesterday, and it was dangerously close to his bedtime, so I don’t really know what I was expecting. You know when you show your friends something on Youtube and you can tell they’re not really into it and you end up feeling like an idiot? That’s watching a movie I like with my Dad. But he loves Big Trouble in Little China so I thought there was a glimmer of hope. That glimmer was dashed before the end of the first act, when I noticed that his head had taken on that characteristic 45 degree tilt indicative of having left the realm of the conscious. He spent about 80% of the movie this way...rousing, however, on occasion to make an excellent Dad comment and then instantly passing back out. And I thought it was my generation with the short attention span problem.
Not everything escaped my Dad’s attention, however:
-Everything involving the ill-fated Norwegians brought my Dad to tears. He laughed gleefully when the one guy drops the thermite charge, and he laughed again when the other guy lie twitching on the ground (The 2011 prequel/remake informs us this man’s name is Lars…it’s a pretty skippable film but head on over to Youtube to watch the ending, which is the best part of the entire movie hnnnggghhhhh) He also laughed heartily at Kurt Russell calling them "Swedes," and proceeded to do a Swedish Chef imitation which was actually not bad at all.
-Granted this was fairly early on in the movie, and there was sufficient Dad-fuel in his reserve tank.
Kurt Russel pouring his booze into the computer.
He did manage to open his eyes while the Norris chest thing made mean faces from the ceiling, but if he thought this was an interesting or impressive visual I couldn’t tell. “I think they need to blast that thing some more” Back asleep.
Stray Dad observations:
“Kurt Russell looks like a gorilla.”
“No, I mean he really looks like a Neanderthal doesn’t he?”
“I love that hat!” (Referring to the cowboy hat Kurt Russell has for no reason)
“What’s the name of this movie?” (multiple times)
“Boy this sure is taking a long time to develop.” - Literally every time he opened his eyes, as if to justify the inevitable passing back out moments later.
“I still can’t figure out what the hell that thing is.”
“I can’t take it anymore” - as the credits rolled, not sure if he was referring to watching movies with me or the fact that he was not tucked into bed.
Speaking of sleeping, you all are due for an update, which I'll plan on posting Wednesday before my trip. Stay tuned, and as always thanks for stopping by.