Friends,
With Trump forfeiting the second presidential debate, the
clear winner in last night’s “game 2“ was the American public. Unless, of
course, you tuned-in to one of the town halls to get some echo chamber
reinforcement, in which case you have my sympathy. As for myself, I watched
Django Unchained. As a form of escapism, nothing beats a good revisionist
western, with Tarantino’s trademark excessive blood effects (seriously, Quentin
must think of humans as blood sacks, ready to explode when pricked). Sure, the
references to orthopedic inner soles (Dr. Scholl’s) and children’s games
(Candyland) are too cute by half, still, my only regret is having waited eight
years to premiere the movie. It occurs to me that if they ever remaster,
re-release or redo Django, Dunkin’ should pounce on the promotional possibilities.
They could of, course, temporarily rename the stores Django Donuts. Then, they
could give their donuts nicknames to align with characters in the movie. The French
cruller, could be named the “Monsieur” after Calvin J. Candie (Leo DiCaprio)
who didn’t speak French, but liked their mannerisms. The Bavarian Kreme donut
would be the Hildi, after Broomhilda von Shaft (Kerry Washington), Django’s German-speaking
bride. The Long John could be the Big Daddy (Don Johnson), the treacherous apple
fritter could be Stephen (Samuel L Jackson) and the powdered donut could be Bag
Head #2 (Jonah Hill). Not to mention all the folks whose juicy heads were spectacularly
blown off could be the eponyms for various flavors of jelly-filled donuts.
Speaking of Dunkin’, you should have seen the line this morning. Better yet,
here’s a photo where you can see the cars ahead of me and the cars behind,
courtesy of the rear view mirror. Enjoy!
Happy Friday!
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