May I now present to you… my review of 33 1/3 Revolutions Per Monkee. This review is in the form of what I was thinking while the movie played. *ahem*
“What the hell?”, “Uh…”, “What the #$&!?, “Er…”, “‘Head’ is normal. Too normal.”, “What the #$&!?”, “What the #$&! are they wearing? Monkey outfits?!? What the #$&!?!”, “That is not how you sing “I’m a Believer”, Micky!”, “Er…”, “Two Michaels! Ooh… er… uh… that one is just plain freaky…”, “What the hell… Davy?”, “What did they do to their hair???”, “They need to put a warning on the package.”, “What the hell is up with his shirt?”, “If my only chance to meet the Monkees was during this film, I would say ‘No #$&!ing way!’”, “What the #$&!?”. “What are you on?”, “How can he play the piano if he’s stoned?”, “How can they make a movie if they’re stoned?”, “Listen To The Band, there we go, this is nice… no, don’t let those people near them! Nooo!!!”, “What the #$&!?”, “Oh, okay, it’s ending soon…” (10 minutes later) “Soon…”, “Alright, this is going in the back of my closet. It’s not safe.”, “Okay, I’m going to stop this now. I don’t even want to know what happens during the credits!”
The End.
Now wasn’t that nice? Yes. The movie is safely in the back of my closet, I’m just hoping it can’t get out and attack me at night. I think I should go watch Head… it’ll be okay. He he… maybe I’ll show that to Heather and Cindy, if they ever come over again. I’d have to watch it again, but it’d be worth it… Heather would go crazy and Cindy’d probably freak out or something… he he he…
So this movie, before I saw it, I KNEW it would be weird. Micky said it was awful, or something like that in his bio. And so I thought “Aw, c’mon, Micky, it can’t be that bad!” Boy, was I wrong. I just hope the other Monkees agree with him. Sorry if there is anyone he liked the movie (uh… right…), that was just my opinion.