Your Favorite Actor
by
JR Walsh
I saw a good, I mean real good, movie once.
It was called, “The Film Industry was Ordered to Stop Making Films and All of the Previous Films in the World Were Destroyed and No One was Allowed to Act Anymore on Stage or Otherwise and Time Machines Were Not Invented and Airplanes and SUVs Lost Their Video Screens and the Underground Market Chose to Collectively Shrug and Sell Bootlegged Orchids and Botox Instead and No One Was Allowed to Say ‘They’re So Beautiful,’ or ‘I Don’t Understand How Someone Can Be So Beautiful That I Don’t Understand Beauty Anymore’ or ‘They are Timeless’ or ‘You Know Who Would Be Good In This?’ and the Name Oscar Was Globally Discontinued and Jazz Musicians and Grouches and Boxers and Fashion Designers All Readily Changed Their Names for the Good of Humanity and Statues of Embarrassed Little Naked Men in Gold-plated Brittania is Melted Down into Sharp Tin Badges for the Film Police and 8-1/2 Pounds Became Only the Weight of a Gallon of Milk and is Never So Much Heavier than it Looks and 8-1/2 Became Only the Number Between 8 and 9 Which is Perhaps the One Concession for Italy Who Still Has All those Paintings and Statues and Architecture Anyway and Concession Stands Remained Open and Continued to Do Stellar Business Despite the Blank Screens and Initial Protests at the Exorbitant Prices Which Were Short-lived as the Sugar Withdrawal Set in and The People were Forced to Make Their Choice at Diabetic Gunpoint and The People Paid the Price, Whatever the Cost, in a World Where Nothing Makes Sense and Everything Means Business and 22-Mile Plumes of Oil Couldn’t Lube the Time Machines Most Definitely Never Invented Until Well Well Well After the Oil and the Water Ran Out and There was Only One Way to Refill the Oceans and Only One Way to Power the Time Machines: The Movie.”
Here’s where you ask: What did my favorite actor do in that movie?
They cried for two hours.
It was called, “The Film Industry was Ordered to Stop Making Films and All of the Previous Films in the World Were Destroyed and No One was Allowed to Act Anymore on Stage or Otherwise and Time Machines Were Not Invented and Airplanes and SUVs Lost Their Video Screens and the Underground Market Chose to Collectively Shrug and Sell Bootlegged Orchids and Botox Instead and No One Was Allowed to Say ‘They’re So Beautiful,’ or ‘I Don’t Understand How Someone Can Be So Beautiful That I Don’t Understand Beauty Anymore’ or ‘They are Timeless’ or ‘You Know Who Would Be Good In This?’ and the Name Oscar Was Globally Discontinued and Jazz Musicians and Grouches and Boxers and Fashion Designers All Readily Changed Their Names for the Good of Humanity and Statues of Embarrassed Little Naked Men in Gold-plated Brittania is Melted Down into Sharp Tin Badges for the Film Police and 8-1/2 Pounds Became Only the Weight of a Gallon of Milk and is Never So Much Heavier than it Looks and 8-1/2 Became Only the Number Between 8 and 9 Which is Perhaps the One Concession for Italy Who Still Has All those Paintings and Statues and Architecture Anyway and Concession Stands Remained Open and Continued to Do Stellar Business Despite the Blank Screens and Initial Protests at the Exorbitant Prices Which Were Short-lived as the Sugar Withdrawal Set in and The People were Forced to Make Their Choice at Diabetic Gunpoint and The People Paid the Price, Whatever the Cost, in a World Where Nothing Makes Sense and Everything Means Business and 22-Mile Plumes of Oil Couldn’t Lube the Time Machines Most Definitely Never Invented Until Well Well Well After the Oil and the Water Ran Out and There was Only One Way to Refill the Oceans and Only One Way to Power the Time Machines: The Movie.”
Here’s where you ask: What did my favorite actor do in that movie?
They cried for two hours.
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