AFI 98 - Yankee Doodle Dandy

So far, this movie watching experiment (watching the AFI top 100 in reverse order) has not really gone my way.  I've watched three movies.  Two oldies and one contemporary film, and both of the old ones have been poopy.

Before you start to think that maybe I just don't like old movies, let me be clear: I like movies, period.  I like what I like and I don't like what I don't like, regardless of era.  Duh.

Soooo, in case you were just skimming that first paragraph, let me be clear.  Yankee Doodle Dandy is awful.

I'll be brief because I don't want to think about this movie for another second.

(deep breath)

Yankee Doodle Dandy is a shallow, racist, pathetically jingoistic musical that stars a guy who can't sing.

Hey!  Is that the Cohan Family, including two children, in blackface?  It sure is!  Take a bow Warner Bros.!

This movie stinks.  Don't watch it.  Don't support it.  Shame on you, AFI, and anyone else who thinks that it's okay to elevate this kind of dreck.  Boo.  Hiss.

Why I hate people no. 1285

For those of you who don't know, I work at an airport.

And for those of you who don't know much about airports, they are federally regulated operations that enable people to use airplanes to fly to different locales.

And of those of you that don't know much about federally regulated airports, they are (especially after 9/11) really not at all cool with chicnaery and nonsense and horseplay.

So I work at an airport and I don't make waves. This seems logical to me.  Unfortunatley, some other idiots that work at this airport think that wave-making is cool.

Enter the Douche Bros.  Actual brothers who work for one of the rental car agencies (not the one I work at, thank my lucky stars) and who I shall refer to as Massengil (the older bro) and Summers Eve (the younger bro).

Summers Eve is a dullard.  A needy, incompotent boob.  He will do the stupidest things and tell the most unflattering of lies in an attempt to receive attention.

Massengil is an ex-con.  A thief and a liar, he is one of the most self-absorbed wretches I have ever met, yet he has no sense of self.  Chew on that.

Needless to say, I really don't like the bros and I wish they would die in a rusty wood chipper.

So.

Last week this happened: Massengil has a tire.  I don't know whose tire it was or from whence it came but he rolled it out into the middle of a driving lane of the parking lot and rested it on the ground.  I know this because I wanted to drive a car through the driving lane, but I was blocked by them and their tire.

Summers Eve, in a moment of extreme riduculousness, hit the tire with a claw hammer.  Unsurprisingly, the hammer bounced off the tire and the claw gouged his forehead.

Massengil thought this was a hoot and a holler, but he was not entertained enough, I suppose, because he proceeded to light the tire on fire.  In the middle of a driving lane.  On federal property.

I ususally am not the narc guy.  But I have had my fill of these social and intellectual retards that I told my boss so he can take it up with the feds.  Who, by the way, have cameras all over the parking lot.  I'm not a fan of Big Brother, but right now I'm willing to waive that opinion.

I suppose it's too much to ask that they go to prison forever.  But a man can dream can't he?