I don’t digitize my home movies. I keep it reel.
movies
They released The Necklace in Bollywood. It was a Hindi pendant film.
Barber Sweeney Todd never killed anyone. Those are just vicious groomers.
Ridley Scott couldn’t sell the set from his 1979 movie because there was a lien on it.
For her role in kidnapping the 101 spotted dogs, Cruella De Ville was sentenced to the fires of eternal dalmation.
The Spice Girls movie was a Cinnamonatic spectacle.
Which Harry Potter character divorced his wife? Hag rid.
Every Pol Pot joke ends the same way: “napalm intended!” …
Not funny? What Idi Amin? Ok, I admit that was a bit Kony, don’t get Benito of shape. If you don’t find that one Hitlerious, let me tell you a Genghis. Ah never mind. As Jerry Maguire said, Mugabe at hello.
Horror movies make me screamish.
Hear about that high-tech thriller, about a submarine crew that gets lost at sea due to extreme computer failure? It’s called DOS Boot. As the movie unfolds it’s clear that the vessel’s discipline was lax: not a mouse was stirring while some key bored personnel were in the washroom taking a FTP. The submarine was suddenly swamped by torrents of WAVs, and couldn’t make it to the dock. Windows were stupidly left open, resulting in an impossible Turing radius as they were overwhelmed by the C. It was a Unix situation, and as they twirled out into the ethernet the captain radioed the nearest B-52 Flying Fortran for help. “This hertz, Mac,” he cried. “It megahertz! I need a pier-to-pier transfer.” But due to BASIC errors and faulty navigation they could not find anchor, and crashed, leaving no possibility for a SQL.