I was enjoying myself alongside the Delaware shoreline when I encountered a friend who informed me about the Great Bootleg Bust.
According to my buddy, Smoke, as I call him (this cat burns down more trees than Vermont and has an affinity for Black-and-Milds and swisher sweets when the chronic isn’t on hand. He was actually scouring the beach boardwalk area for some floppy-haired skaters that could peddle some wares to him.
Anyway, the Great Bootleg Bust entailed a rangy African man with a thick accent. This man was arrested for making a boat-load of bootlegs and a boatload of bootlegs, time and time again.
This immediately allowed a hilarious scene in First Sunday to surface. I’d highly recommend this film. It was nice to finally see Tracy Morgan in his own defined role. He was gut-rupturing funny during his brief stint in How High, the 2001 stoner comedy starring Method Man and Redman. A Field Of Dreams parody adds flavor to the flick, but in First Sunday Morgan really flees from the tunnel of obscurity.
Now back to the bootlegs. If you are really intrigued by the notion of a bang for your buck, hit up Harlem and 125th St. in Manhattan for the latest and greatest. Some of these grainy replica joints are actually quite legit. As one salesmen likes to say it down there, “if the shit ain’t the clearest, I don’t got it.”
Clearly, it’s a safe heaven for cheap products in their most appreciable form.
Old School Sci-Fi Not Dead Yet
So, Terminator 2 was on TV for the first time in politician’s age the other day. The first R-rated flick the Smizz man was ever exposed to as a frail and callow kindergartner. The flick still engenders the same response from me. This is top-tier acting by AHNnold and Robert Patrick, whose performance emulating a god damn machine cop is unprecedented. I was mentioning to my buddy G, who bears a striking resemblance to the founding father of this website, that the violence in the opening scene is pretty legit for that epoch (1992).
Ahhnold has his way with a bunch of rednecks at the bar, bodying them to the tune of one stabbing, a royal beatdown, and a flat-out jumping. Edward Furlong is a little baby-faced, having-causing teen in this joint, and he rolls with the redhead that played Butnick on Nickelodeon’s Salute Your Shorts. They are a couple of badass little kids in this flick, as you may know.
Reiterating what I said before it still manages to light up my eyes like mini-fireballs, or like a movie starring Asia Carrera and Jenna Jameson.
Now I’m sitting in my room watching Total Recall (1990). Ahnoldd bodies up in this film as well, which emerged before T2 which is just as badass with its outrageous action.
Sharon Stone is simply at her best in this one, a lava-hot blonde that engenders cement-hard third legs from all of us cats watching.
Still, Rachel Ticotin punched most of the tickets back then. The Bronx-bred bombshell (who also appeared in Con Air and a plethora of TV episodes), hard as it is to come to grips with, is now 50.
Back then, however, she was a Spanish smoke-show. If she is Spanish, that is.
Just like Hip-Hop on Power 105.1, back-in-the-day joints are still very much alive.
Scintillating.
-Smizz
