Sorry, I can’t draw.
You know you want to see this movie!
On the Internet.
Nojo, want to make a movie? If we can get even a few thousand bucks, we can recruit a film crew and crowdsource the script.
Here’s the frame: Kim Park Kim escapes from North Korea and invents a time travel machine so he can have 100 chances to kill Kim Jong-un but everyone in the world is so eager to kill him, too, he is forced to hold a contest and give away the other 99 chances.
The contest is simple. Kim Park Kim will chose the first 99 most imaginative ways to kill Kim Jong-un.
This sets up story to plot point two. Everyone is showing up at Kim Park Kim’s front door with money, drugs, immense luscious breasts to bribe him into selecting their grisly plan to kill Kim Jong-un.
Hucksters playing the obvious angle try selling time travel devices to North Korea to foil our heroes by murdering Kim Park before he escapes North Korea.
This will get us to plot point two. Even if we’re stuck for ideas, we can retread parts of the Palin opera.
What do you say, Nojo?
Savage, relentless artistry demonstrated by a horn line of kids mostly under the age of 16 and mostly female.
I make no excuses for the drum line but fuckin’ A these little kids ripped your heart out, ate it, burped and then ran back to do their chores.
If you’re not ripping your clothes off during Malaguena, you have no pulse.
GI jazz, yeah, sure, but OMG the bands he could assemble. They happened once.
. . . If only to catch glimpses of the band between commercial breaks.