Saturday, July 3, 2010

Yeah.....I know it's not technically Friday, but I got a job, so Cheese and Cheese Saturday it is!

Anyways....

Drugs and discooooooooo Saturdaaaayyyyyy!!!!!

Featuring "Thank God It's Friday" and "The Death Of Richie"

The Menu:

The Cheese:

*Brought to us by our guest and fellow cheeser Cris B. from the Cheese Shop in Studio City:

Etude Goat Cheese

Delicede Triple Cream Bourgogne

Testun Ocelli di Barolo cow/goat

Pecorino Foglie di Noce sheep

Bleu cheese with dark chocolate

Our selection:

Gouda Cheese with Olive Oil

Italian Rustico with lemon

Supreme Brie

Spanish Mahon

English Cheddar with Caramelized Onions (crack cheese)

Asiago with Rosemary and Olive Oil

Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeserific!!!!!!

First we had Thank God It's Friday (1978)

Okay....where does one start with this hot mess of a movie? Dreadful acting by everyone included (there's pre-Berlin Teri Nunn, the chick from Fame, a bunch of other idiots, and Jeff Goldblum), non-existent plotline (yes....it was Skatetown, USA set in a nightclub) dialog that could have only been written under the influence of piles of cocaine, and costume design that would make the most flamboyant of drag queens cringe with embarrassment.

Sure, it had performances by Donna Summer and The Commodores which was it's only saving grace, but what the hell was up with the lame ass "dance" contest and idiotic subplot with Jeff Goldblum (in a role I can goddamnguarantee isn't on his reel) and some soccer mom trying to get it on after her husband loses his mind on a bad acid trip? There's also a cracked-out-of-his-skull DJ who spins in a bizarro bowl/chicken legged/DJ booth contraption. Yes....it's that bad.

The movie goes absolutely nowhere but down, and you're left wondering what the hell you just watched....and why.

Classic Dialog.......

Ken: You know something, what this place reminds me of? Disneyland with tits.

Marv Gomez: Dancing. Everything else is bullshit!

Then we had The Death Of Richie (1977)

Robbie Benson at his most angst-ridden. This movie is based on the true story of Richie Diener (rhymes with weiner!) a New York teen who basically goes batshit, gets messed up on drugs, abuses his family verbally and emotionally, resulting in his father shooting him in so-called "self defense" *cough* bullshit *cough*. Self defense? My ass. His father was a controlling, evil SOB who drove his son to the brink of insanity. Granted, Richie was as insolent as teens come, but shit! He sure didn't deserve to be shot by his own father!

I remember seeing this as a kid, and thinking it was super deep and heavy, man! Buttt....as an adult, I see it as an over acted, melodramatic piece of tripe. Robby B. mugs his way through the movie like a prize Virginia Ham, and makes like Macbeth moping around in his brooding scenes.

They don't have a trailer on YouTube...just the whole durn movie, if you feel so inclined....