Every other Friday, resident Marine & entertainment reviewer, Joaquim Harold “Napalm” Jones, Gy. Sgt. USMC (Ret.) , takes a look at the shit flung on screens and out of stereos.
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Everything you ever needed to know is in this column. How to blow up a grown man, check. How to insult women and make them like it, check. How to use shrinky dinks and chia pets as contraceptives, che… Wait a minute. I can't give you all my secrets. But since my column turned 100 last time, I thought Napalm 101 should be everything you need to know to write you very own Napalm column. Here are some very simple steps to follow.
The Intro – Typically this only requires waking up. Usually, without much effort some asshole senator who hates gay people will play footsies with another grown ass man in a bathroom stall before I can even get through my 3 S's (That would be a shit, shower and shave for those of you not accustomed to a daily regimen. Your average latrine may not be the first thing you want to think about in the morning, but dropping your brown babies off at the pool at 0500 certainly beats having to dump in your helmet while in the middle of a 20 click march uphill. Nuff said.). Normally some idiot takes a Michael Richards all over his own life and all I typically need to do is point it out along with some obvious clues why the aforementioned douche of the day should toe fuck himself to death in the ear. Example: Tonight on 20/20, the newsmagazine program features a shocking story that exposes… wait for it… another newsmagazine show. Yep 20/20 is doing a special piece that should be called "To Catch A Competitor!" The startling expose proves that dateline NBC's "To Catch A Predator" was really just for entertainment because none of the convictions stood and one guy even killed himself when they tried to ensnare him. With the 12 hours of newsmagazine shows on a week it's getting to the point that I hardly need the 14 hours of procedural dramas that follow them (Law and Order: Special NAMBLA Unit, CSI: Gary, IN and NCIS – the show where every criminal should kill themselves because they got caught by a bunch of gay sailors). Once the intro is done and the day's turd burglar has been appropriately lambasted then it's time to pick some stuff to review.
Movies – First off you have to figure out what to see and how to see it. I typically like to see movies with either breasts, guns, or funny jokes. Though I don't mind mixing my breasts and guns, or my jokes and breasts, typically mixing my jokes and guns only leads to catastrophes like Hollywood Homicide or anything directed by Bret Ratner. Once a new theatrical release has been selected the problem becomes that most screenings are reserved for "real" press, which typically leaves me three choices.
1). Ask Charlie to stop choking down cigarettes long enough to request a press pass on behalf on of our little publication… The Onion. If they asked why we've changed our mailing address to a PO Box in Culver City, proceed immediately to step two. 2). Pretend I am Brenda Della Casa. She is well liked and respected in a certain 3 block radius of Manhattan near Lex and 72 right by Burger One. If the movie is playing at one of those 2 theaters then we are good to go. If that doesn't work there is always step three. 3). Break out the yarmulke. Any old beanie will do, but why not use the genuine article. Crashing a barmitzvah is easy, plus you get free food. Just don't forget to swipe Uncle Harel's kippah when he starts bobbing for apples in the Manishevitz. Once you don what I like to call Daddy's Magic Skull cap, all you have to do is show up at a premiere or screening and say that you are Bill Weinstein's new assistant at Endeavor and if you don't get inside to give him the blackberry he left at the office then you are going to have to be the guy who gives Joe Rogan his colonic before he meets with his agent. Then start talking about how Rogan once nervously sharted himself in front of all the Spike TV and Zuffa brass when his UFC contract was up for renewal and how he now insists on being "cleared" out before any meetings. If you still aren't inside tell them about the secluded room where Rogan is storing his "treaments" for that special reunion episode of Fear Factor where stunt number 2 involves doing stunts in number 2.
Then you can sit down and enjoy the film. At least that is what I used to do. These days I just hit up Isohunt.com a download a shitty torrent that typically features that back of some assholes head as much as it does the cast. I couldn't believe that maggot who stood up in the middle of The Departed. I didn't know it was Sheen who took the dumpster dive until I finally saw the movie on Cinemax a few weeks ago. But we all have to suffer for our art. And yet, in some cases none of the above is necessary. I'm pretty sure any monkey that is smart enough to fling its own poo can do a review of Stealth without seeing the movie too.
TV – The most important question you need to ask yourself here is what are the chances of seeing boobs. Shows like "Rome", "The Sopranos", "Dexter", "Californication" and even "the L Word" typically receive high marks because they have tits in them. If you are going to waste 10 to 22 hours of your life on a show in one year you'll at least want the ability to freeze frame once or twice and squeeze off some of your milky throat coat to a couple of Bada Bing babes. If not the show better be damn good like "The Shield", "Rescue Me", "Its Always Sunny" or something that at least comes with a TVMA for language or violence.
DVD – This is where you can really show off the big guns. If it's coming out on DVD that typically means people have either seen it already or could give a flying fistfuck about ever seeing it. Now the real work begins. If everyone has seen the film that means you duty as a reviewer is to point out what they might have missed that is worth seeing again. EX: Love Song For Bobby Long was really just another reason to want to flush Quentin's coke supply for having resurrected John Travolta's career, but here on the small screen Travolta's presence becomes meaningless when you have the ability to freeze frame Scarlett "Boing" Johansson's malleable mommy mound as it hangs effortlessly to the side in the oh too brief seconds when she is quickly toweling off on the tub. The moment makes Helen "kuh" Hunt's As Good As It Gets scene feel more like Harvey Keitel's routine traffic stop in Bad Lieutenant.
Music – If you hear anything that doesn't sound like flossing your teeth with 40 grit Scotch Brite let me know. Most days I'm over the whole sound/hearing thing.
The Rating – This part is pretty easy. 9 times out of 10 the movie, show, book or song sucked a wet fart out of my ass. So you won't have to chop off too many ears or testicles to rate most entertainment. Here's an easy formula to help you. If you have five friends that watch say, Talladega Nights, how many of them would laugh at the Walker/Texas Ranger joke even after they had seen it 300 hundred times in the commercial before the movie even came out? Then subtract that number from five and you have your rating. Then find those friends that laughed and drive the bridge of their noses into their frontal lobes with a tennis ball.
The Actual Review - Pretty easy formula here. It's kinda like Madlibs. You take a basic concept of how shitty the movie was and then just fill in the blanks. It's simple. Let's try one.
Watching (overpaid actor) is like (riculous metaphor). I would rather (verb) (hot starlet's name with fake nickname inserted) with (any male comenter's) (penile euphemism) than see (overpaid actor) (verb) her on film. And if you don't agree with that I will (describe an overtly violent way to kill another person without using an actual weapon). (Descriptive alliteration)(obscure pop culture reference)(curse word). (Offensive religious slander), I have never wanted to (wild card- insert any activity of your choice) so much in my life. But since I can't, I guess I will have to wait for the sequel and hope that (insert shitty director) learns how to light (hot starlet's)(vaginal euphemism) so that I don't just see (overpaid actor's) (adjective) (body part) (verb-ing) her (body part) for five whole minutes. I could've stayed at home a watched (80's tv show) and seen better (body part) than that.
Do a couple of those in the entertainment genre of your choice, ask some questions to get the readers' juices flowing for the day, find a picture on the internet that has a high "what the fuck" factor, and your very own Napalm Review column is done. But since you don't get paid to write this column let me finish my job for you. Flip the page for this week's reviews.
chrissie - doin the husky prowl - look out philly.
Sorry, no time or energy for mad-libs just yet, maybe I'll check back on that.
3. Loser - Arthur Blank - way to put everything on the line for lying fucking dirtbag. And getting rid of a great backup before it all comes out, just fucking unbelievable. you can't make shit like that up. You might be the worst owner in all of pro sports. Sell the dirty birds to someone who has more than one functioning brain cell and buy yourself a WNBA team you fuckin asshat.
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Posted: 9/7/2007 11:37:44 AM
not quite so out there frank.
Depite Derek's attempt at an insult, I am going to take his advice. If I don't have someone by 1:59am, I am going to grab someone's dick and pull them out of the bar.
Awesome. I like how you regulate on a fellow AB, great submission. Home Depot stock continues to fall.
OU 17, Miami 10. I can't bet on a frosh QB vs Miami D, but OU's overall talent and the lure of Norman nightlife will be too much for Shockey's alma mater.
Another summer loser? The Texas Rangers. Holy monkey throwing shit on Mother Teresa, where is the bottom guys?
"You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em."
1) Whatever Big Nick said in post #5 goes for me too. I don't even know of any director's other then Spike Lee.
2) "Hey Yo Shartan, my girl Christine and her Huffy beat you fair and square. Now hand over the keys to the Red Dragon before my man Bowlegged Lou gets midevil on your ass"
3) Biggest Idiot - Micheal Vick hands down. Dude lost like 100 mil. No contest
Runner up - Me (Dumb ass Digger). I should have took Christine's advice and never fucked the "Old bitch" aka Hole.
The first thing I said to Sarah was a line from Christine: Wow, you look great. I hope I'm not underdressed. It fucking killed, good work #1.
Sarah wore a denim miniskirt, all business. We got wasted and watched the Colts cover for me. Took her to my place later on when I saw either it was going well or she was wasted-not sure. She wouldn't walk up the stairs so we crashed on the couches, she passed on my recommendation of taking the mini off. Some petting but no (insert euphemism for penetration) unfortunately. Next week I get a picture of her in the "Target, Observe, Ridicule" shirt I have with nothing else on but a smile. That should get me on TPP's board of directors.
"Lying on the beach wearing nothin but a smile, playing kissy kissy smoochy smoochy talking mushy mushy about nothing!"
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