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Hello Filmians!
With Hollywood foisting a new extraction of Quaid upon an indifferently shrugging general public, The Fortnightly Film Society's Shadowy Governing Brain Trust™ (Pat. Pend.) deems it imperative that we cinéastes timely commemorate the dubious achievements of that progenitor strain of Quaid now passing into history! To that end, all nominees this week must feature either or both of: (i) Dennis Quaid, beleaguered paragon of the rapidly shrinking American upper-middle class; and (ii) Randy Quaid, unkempt avatar of the ever-burgeoning American lower-middle class!***
Dennis Quaid be all like: "The business side of baseball ... (grumble, sigh) ... full-bird colonel ... (grumble, sigh) ... just have a normal Christmas ... (grumble, sigh) ... property management fees!"
But Randy Quaid be all like: "Corn-dog contest! ... (cackle, snort) ... sawed-off shotgun! ... (cackle, snort) ... done towed m' tow truck! ... (cackle, snort) ... pawn shop liquor store bail bondsman!"
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