May 03, 2007
That Darn Cat: The Director's Cut
O joy of joys! O delight of delights! After all these years, there is finally in release a director's cut of . . . Payback—the Mel Gibson masterwork that was mercilessly butchered by The Man!
"Surely you must be kidding, Herr Doktor!"
OF COURSE, I'M KIDDING! (and don't call me Shirley)
WHO GIVES A RAT'S TUTTI-FRUTTI ABOUT WHAT WAS LEFT ON THE CUTTING ROOM FLOOR FROM PAYBACK? Unless it was a script and a director—who exactly is the audience for this thing? (Although, it made a not unrespectable $81 million in its initial domestic release.)
Ach—maybe I'm just getting old. (ALL RIGHT, VERY OLD!)
What is next: Casper: The Director's Cut, wherein we are given an alternate ending where Casper turns out to be one of Satan's minions, and his flesh and blood companions are taken kicking and screaming to the fires of Gehenna (and Christina Ricci is finally given her just deserts for years and years of listless performances in stench-ridden independent drivel)?
How about the very special edition of The OH in Ohio, in which the audience does not slit its collective wrists just to be granted release from its agony?
Oh, con artist thy name is marketing director!
"Surely you must be kidding, Herr Doktor!"
OF COURSE, I'M KIDDING! (and don't call me Shirley)
WHO GIVES A RAT'S TUTTI-FRUTTI ABOUT WHAT WAS LEFT ON THE CUTTING ROOM FLOOR FROM PAYBACK? Unless it was a script and a director—who exactly is the audience for this thing? (Although, it made a not unrespectable $81 million in its initial domestic release.)
Ach—maybe I'm just getting old. (ALL RIGHT, VERY OLD!)
What is next: Casper: The Director's Cut, wherein we are given an alternate ending where Casper turns out to be one of Satan's minions, and his flesh and blood companions are taken kicking and screaming to the fires of Gehenna (and Christina Ricci is finally given her just deserts for years and years of listless performances in stench-ridden independent drivel)?
How about the very special edition of The OH in Ohio, in which the audience does not slit its collective wrists just to be granted release from its agony?
Oh, con artist thy name is marketing director!
