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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
The Potatoe Goes To The Movies, Inaugural Edition!
Tonight, WAP and yours truly took in "W." in a safe and sequestered location, far from the prying eyes of Washington and the smiling eyes of Ireland. I'm sure WAP is back at the bunker, banging out a review as we speak, but it is important I beat him to the punch and post first, thus giving me "first mover" status on this never-before-seen edition of the Potatoe: the film review.
There will be further discussion, but for the record, let me say this: whether or not you find the canned ham to be agreeable or not (I mostly did, but let's just say Ollie is aiming for entertainment, not necessarily truth), the performances (nay, imitations) are spot on. Also, I will never be able to look at Condi Rice the same way again, as she was portrayed by Thandie Newton (see: preternatural hotness at right), for whom I am on record as having a tremendous predilection. I will now always see Thandie's deliciousness whenever I see Condi's mug.
As for Mr. Stone's opinion of our current CEO-in-Chief, let's just say he thinks Dubya has substantial issues that perhaps a qualified analyst might be helpful in clearing up. Daddy issues. Inferiority complexes to both father and brother. Weird baseball dreams. Methinks the director doth protest too much - a little bit of projecting there, Mr. Stone?
Also, even if you aren't aiming for historical accuracy, at least get your baseball history right. In 1990, George W. Bush would never have lamented trading Sammy Sosa the previous year to the White Sox. He had just completed a season in which he hit .233 and struck out 150 times with minimal power. The next season he lost his starting spot on the team. This was long before anyone would have regretted trading him (and before he started taking massive quantities of horse steroids - I invite your protestations, Sidecar). I call upon you, Mr. Stone... mess with history if you wish, but don't mess with baseball. It's one of the only things we Americans have left.
There will be further discussion, but for the record, let me say this: whether or not you find the canned ham to be agreeable or not (I mostly did, but let's just say Ollie is aiming for entertainment, not necessarily truth), the performances (nay, imitations) are spot on. Also, I will never be able to look at Condi Rice the same way again, as she was portrayed by Thandie Newton (see: preternatural hotness at right), for whom I am on record as having a tremendous predilection. I will now always see Thandie's deliciousness whenever I see Condi's mug.
As for Mr. Stone's opinion of our current CEO-in-Chief, let's just say he thinks Dubya has substantial issues that perhaps a qualified analyst might be helpful in clearing up. Daddy issues. Inferiority complexes to both father and brother. Weird baseball dreams. Methinks the director doth protest too much - a little bit of projecting there, Mr. Stone?
Also, even if you aren't aiming for historical accuracy, at least get your baseball history right. In 1990, George W. Bush would never have lamented trading Sammy Sosa the previous year to the White Sox. He had just completed a season in which he hit .233 and struck out 150 times with minimal power. The next season he lost his starting spot on the team. This was long before anyone would have regretted trading him (and before he started taking massive quantities of horse steroids - I invite your protestations, Sidecar). I call upon you, Mr. Stone... mess with history if you wish, but don't mess with baseball. It's one of the only things we Americans have left.
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