Eventually, I ended up last week with 37 unbelievably beautiful surreal episodes of THE AVENGERS. Starting with 1964's Honor Blackman playing Lindsay Lohan in tight black GREASE 2 tits&ass leather, standing in for me as Chloe Moretz in her more full figure look in January's retro 50s PLAYBOY issue. Shot to the max by Elvis' girly magazine photog in the LIVE A LITTLE LOVE A LITTLE SUCK A LITTLE FUCK A LITTLE 69 movie made back in the day when Jen's FATHER KNOWS BEST soap opera daddies were fucking their teenage daughters who looked like Debbie Reynolds in MR IMPERIUM.
Hence the gentile Chocolate Mtns along Rt.111 started shaking again right when England's latest Alfie actor filed his divorce papers inside the LA court house at street number 111 against that silly apostate Christian woman from California who got married to him on top of a parade of elephants in India.
Cheap romantic fireworks that are made on location in Quentin Tarantino's exploitative Asia almost always explode very loudly and quickly and end up with bright as the moon flash-in-the-pan results in just minutes. Just ask Sandra Bullock.
My own private film festival schedule for THE AVENGERS' 19666 series now looks like it is going to be running up to the opening of the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah. That they say is being dominated this winter by a host of Canadian indie films from Vancouver, BC.
GSR/TWN
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