Superbowl, Film Nerd Style
By samuraipandapoetry
Published: February 06, 2010
Published: February 06, 2010
If you weren’t aware already, the biggest televised sporting event of the year is taking place tomorrow. Contrary to the popular stereotype, that of the negative correlation between literacy and football fandom, I’ll be watching and enjoying tomorrow.
For the rest of you, particularly those who aren’t necessarily fond of football, but might be fond of film, here’s a short you’ll likely enjoy. So. Enjoy.
Image via wikipedia, video via SlateV.com.
Wes Anderson in particular was brilliant.
Agreed. I was particularly fond of the Herzog, myself. And David Lynch is a fucking weirdo.
Wait, what’s happening tomorrow? Wasn’t the Super Bowl two weeks ago?
If Wes Anderson directed the Superbowl, I might care to watch it.
No, I still wouldn’t.
I will be a party in an Irish pub watching this tomorrow. Or not, depending on the amount of snow lining our streets, which go unplowed, as this is the South and we are not supposed to have snow. I will watch the commercials, eat things I would never normally eat, and sit in a booth and patiently wait till it’s time to leave. Or until Quentin Tarantino comes to direct and every player on the field has been successfully beheaded, speared, or otherwise tragically disfigured.
@Gerbils: Yeah, I’m currently sitting under 7 inches of new snow, which is on top of the 13 inches we had last week that was nowhere near completely melted yet. Ridiculous.
That was actually entertaining, unlike the Super Bowl.
I forgot that the Super Bowl is this Sunday until I tried to make some plans with friends and they all wanted to stay home and watch stupid football. Pffft. Now that I can watch the commercials on YouTube (just so I don’t feel left out – they’re not that good), I don’t see the point of watching the game at all.
Well, I, as well, will be watching and enjoying. And, to play the role of contrarian, let me remind you of the rich literary tradition of writers and sport: Hemingway and bullfiighting, Scott Fitzgerald and Norman Mailer and boxing, Bissinger and his outstanding book about high school football, Friday Night Lights, Buford and Among the Thugs. And that’s just off the top of my head.
Oh, and Panda? Go Colts!
Puppy Bowl all the way, baby!
Actually, although I don’t give a rat’s ass about football, I did have a great time watching the one where Janet had her wardrobe malfunction. I was in Venice, Ca. killing time with some friends before hitting the airport to come home, and we stopped in at Chez Jay (which is awesome). The kitchen was closed because the cooks all wanted to be getting wasted and watching the football game, but they had chafing dishes of hot dogs and chips and salsa and brownies and ice cream, all free. I was like, “Americans are funny.” When the waiter took our orders (drinks only) my two friends each ordered diet coke, but I was on my last three hours in the US on a holiday, so I ordered a double Sauza Conmemorativo Margarita on the rocks, with salt. The waiter looked at me and said, “At least YOU’RE fun!”
Then Janet took her clothes off and the rest is history.
I loved this, my Deadly East Asian Ursine Assassin Friend with a Penchant for Poems.
Also, to all those who say they don’t see the point of watching the Super Bowl, I have but one word for you: BEER!
Also: Go Saints! Who dat? Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints? Who dat? Who dat?!?!?
Geaux Saints &
Hoo Ha!
My daddy was an all-state RB and I was schlepped to Giants games my entire childhood, but it never really stuck. I find the game somewhat boring. But do I watch the Superbowl? Fuck yeah. Two words: pro ass.
My Super Bowl Notes:
The woman who is making the jambalaya says all she is going to watch is the half-time show.
A cable reporter mentioned yesterday that the classic British rock band The Who will be playing. She said it very carefully as if nobody had ever heard of them.
Bell Tolls: The Who Dat?
Customer: “…you ladies have a nice weekend.”
Coworker: “Thanks. Are you ready for Sunday?”
Customer: “No, I have to work. What about you?”
Coworker: “My fridge is full. Bring it on!”
LipstickLibrarian: “What’s happening on Sunday?”