More importantly it's obviously time that we round up our children and loved ones and take them the fuck inside. Lock your doors, eagle proof your house, disconnect your phones, feed the hamsters, and youtube urine distillation. 2012 has come early and it's already sending its eagles after us.
On a very important artistic note and missed oppertunity(!), how in the fuck did "Chariots of Fire" become the OBVIOUS musical choice for the slo-mo' sequence?
Bette Midler - "The Wind Beneath My Wings" Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warnes - "Love Lifts Us Up Where We Belong" R. Kelly - "I Believe I can Fly"
or for the 4:20 crowd who likes watching crude baby aviation:
Ziggy Marley - "Wings Of An Eagle"
or for the Hipster who already owns a sweatshirt of a Baby clutched in eagle talons and the eagle has a mustache, but who is already only half heartedly wearing the sweatshirt because life's a chore when you need to have the PERFECT sweatshirt:
Cake - "Comfort Eagle"
for the ramblin' modern nomad who still pops into various city libraries to check their email (which when it comes to computers they are suprisingly proficient at!) and is forwarded this video from his or her mother:
Waylon Jennings - "The Eagle"
or for the guy who just loves the shit out of Chariots of Fire and gives you advice such as, "Carpe Diem":
The Chariots of Fire - "Chariots of Fire". And maybe, afterall, that is the most fitting choice because we should, probably, all take inspiration from this. Life is short, don't waste it. Take in your autumn surroundings and enjoy the crisp smell of grass in the morining and the way the light casts long shadows from the park trees. Carpe Diem, bro, because you never know when an eagle might just be cast from above to steal your offspring. Carpe Diem.
Post by Horned Gramma on Dec 19, 2012 11:32:03 GMT -5
Chariots of Fire is the single worst film to have ever won the Best Picture Oscar. That's saying something, because we live in a world where the Weinsteins successfully bought Shakespeare in Love an Oscar.
It's seriously a turd. And to make matters worse, it snatched the honor -- much like an eagle might snatch a baby -- from Warren Beatty's masterpiece Reds.