Mischief, Mayhem and Soap
I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off……. That is Brad as Tyler Durden…
Could this movie be my doorway into finally starting my own cult....
When Tyler utters these words in one of the greatest movies ever – their impact hasn’t had a chance to reach out and grab you by the throat…. yet – but sooner or later, they will – the whole movie is full of these nuggets of wisdom, they just need time to marinate in your slow cooker of a brain, until the timer goes off and your reality souffle is ready.
Brad Pitt has a very similar rant in another ultra-subversive movie, 12 Monkeys – goes a little something like this;
Pitt as Jeffrey Goines: There’s the television. It’s all right there – all right there. Look, listen, kneel, pray. Commercials! We’re not productive anymore. We don’t make things anymore. It’s all automated. What are we *for* then? We’re consumers, Jim. Yeah. Okay, okay. Buy a lot of stuff, you’re a good citizen. But if you don’t buy a lot of stuff, if you don’t, what are you then, I ask you? What? Mentally *ill*. Fact, Jim, fact – if you don’t buy things – toilet paper, new cars, computerized yo-yos, electrically-operated sexual devices, stereo systems with brain-implanted headphones, screwdrivers with miniature built-in radar devices, voice-activated computers…
Another Terry Gilliam Opus to dysfunction and government ineptitude....
They both make some seriously noteworthy points about society and our places in it….. anyways my timer went off, what with all this internal soul searching and re-evaluation. Illness can do that for you… it’s one of the small gifts….. making you consider where you’re at and where you’re going….
Then it came to me, start a cult…. I mean come on, David Koresh, Jim Jones, Charles Manson – the holy trinity of cult leaders…. if I applied myself I could be as wacko as these guys… I know it. Half the people I know already think I’m plenty twisted, the other half know it. The only thing missing is a truly thought out manifesto…. I’ll get started…
I’m pretty sure I could get at least some devoted followers… hey on Family Guy, Peter made a Church of the Fonz and people came… so dreams do come true….
Suggest some names for my cult and if I choose yours, you’ll sit at my right hand……
Have a Great Day