This week in the Deep Hurting Project: Disco Worms. I don't know shit about it, but it looks like this is going to be bad.
- The opening is a nature documentary about the worm that rage quits when it has to say it's interesting. That can't be a good sign.
- So, apparently, there's a character labeled as a centipede, but it's clearly not a centipede.
- Is that human deliberately stepping into bramble bushes?
- Fucking Hell, these worm designs look like shi- Did they just try and put tits on worms?
- Evidently, the worm world is about three decades or so behind the human worlds, since evidently women are still getting wet over Morris Albert songs.
- And it looks like they didn't master the art of lip-sync.
- So, it looks like my hypothesis about the worm world being three decades behind is off since, they've got a disco record in storage.
- This is why you don't create a movie about dance and make your main characters animals who don't have limbs:
- Also, not only do worms have tits, some even have big, saggy tits.
- Is that an ad for a weight-loss device or a phone sex line?
- Is it just me or does the apparent love interest look more like a dude in drag and also a worm?
- And I know they're supposed to be in love, but he looks like he doesn't give a shit about her boundaries.
- And now for how to properly deal with the whole "leaving something inappropriate in the copier" thing:
- Also, why does that metal guitarist have the exact same face as the love interest?
- So, what the fuck is this economy? You have to save up for two years just to get a guitar case, your first paycheck in an office job is 500 dollars (rendered 500,- for some reason, like it's shillings and pence in predecimal British currency), and that's only enough to buy drumsticks.
- That's a strap, not a belt.
- And they set up a synth, even though they didn't even have someone to play it. And, given that the period-accurate synths are evidently easy enough that Linda McCartney can learn how to do it, why not try and get Gloria to do it?
- Is that girl the lounge singer is creeping on supposed to be a child?
- Hmm. A trip-hop cover of "Love to Love You Baby." For once, I actually like one of these covers.
- Well, at least the lounge singer isn't an exclusive pedophile.
- Well, that shift from a warehouse to an underground tunnel is jarring. And that's not going into the fact that, all of a sudden, a shovel picks them up and puts them in a live bait vending machine. And, apparently, their price is $2 (I'm sorry 2,-) apiece. Which is actually a bit under par, if this photo is any indication.
- And not-Linda McCartney suddenly learns to sing, and at the worst time, when they might need her shriek to break the glass to their vending machine.
- So, apparently the guitarist was gay all along, since he's apparently obsessed with the leatherman from the Village People.
- And what is he doing, tying the worms onto a fishing hook while water's nowhere in sight?
- To be fair, not Linda McCartney's old vocal style might have fit in perfectly with the B-52's.
- And what the fuck is with the mom's use of an inhaler?
- And what the Christ even was that mayflies number?
- How it empathises me? I don't think that word works like that.
- Oh, look it turns out the pedo lounge singer lip-syncs.
- And so Sunshine Barry and the Disco Worms win 10,000,-, which is apparently enough for about 20 sets of drumsticks in this Weimar- Actually, scratch that, the Mayflies win for whatever they were doing. And so does the pedo lounge singer. But at least they earn fame throughout their worm ghetto.
Comparing the Universal Oneness of All Life to Yo Mama since 2010.
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I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.
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I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.