HorseFeathers

There's me on a Tuesday eve
mixing it up.
A bottle of Jekel Monterey Riesling
which takes me about a half-hour to unplug...
the only corkscrews in the house
are about two inches long.
No handy-dandy mounting clamps.
No siree.
I have to clench the bottle 'round my ankles
& pull the cork w/ my whole body.
God, I'm weak.
Kick some sand on my blanket while you're at it.

Mixed some rice w/ some Jaipur veggies,
scoffed it all down as I watched more Marx Bros.
For an hour-and-a-half it was 1932 all over again.
I was amazed w/ what they let Thelma Todd wear--
pretty suggestive stuff for a "light" comedy &
the time.
Groucho & Harpo were centerstage of course
but I think this had to have been one of Chico's better films...
his deadpan deliveries aka maulings of the English language
esp. in the classroom sequence
are very funny.
And Zeppo.
Poor poor Zeppo aka
the unfunny fourth guy in the improv troupe
unsure whether to jump in or hover...
What does more damage?
Here's he's relegated to playing Groucho's son!
And dubious romantic lead.
He flits in & out as straight man w/ his college jersies
& leather-strap football helmet.

I've had a screenplay idea for a while now--
Zeppo & Ted Hughes (early Three Stooges)...
heck even toss in Gummo!
Put the forgotten comedian cast-offs
in the limelight.
What would a Zeppo solo film be like?
Or gruff, brawling Ted Hughes w/o his lackies?
MIA Gummo mounted on the silver screen finally.
Would it work?
Would it be ironic?
I dunno.
It does have its own inner conflict--
the failures vying for recognition.
D-string looking for a step-up to A-list.

I gotta track down that John Turturro film...
early 90's?
Plays a Marx Brothers like character
w/ some other Marx Brothers like characters
(no, not "Barton Fink").
Hmmm...
OK, that Indian food's come back to haunt me.
Time to go.