it’s as if i asked the world how i might be forced to care about football, and the world responded with this (ed. note: i would never ask the world how i might be forced to care about football, because both myself and the world are well aware that i’m far too enlightened and well-considered with my sports choices to ever make the ludicrous and unforgivable mistake of tolerating even a fraction of an american football game).
at first i was like… oh, this is dumb. i wonder what pigeon dreams are like?
and then… it got sorta silly.
and then about 2:20 seconds in it completely went for the jugular and i was left with no choice but to consider this unadulterated brilliance.
please to enjoy.
also: “how is it possible that a nun can fly? … but who are we? who are we to scoff at such things? who are we to doubt such miracles? alas… we are but tramps in the gutter, here in the broken nation. but a little faith, can take us a long, long way…”
If Filmmakers Directed The Super Bowl (SlateV).
This is massively fantastic. And just perfect pairings:
Tarantino: A whole bunch of Super Bowls, with focus not on plot but on violence.
David Lynch: Giants-Pats (too bizarre for actual words and images).
Wes Anderson: Steelers-Cardinals (sentimental).
Jean-Luc Godard: Super Bowl I, Packers-Chiefs (unabashed love the extreme end of American culture).
Werner Herzog: Bears-Pats (most ferocious walloping, football red in tooth and claw).
UPDATE: my further suggestions:
Steven Spielberg: Jets-Colts (1969)
Alfred Hitchcock: Cowboys-Bills I (1993)
Spike Lee: Ravens-Giants (2000)
Judd Apatow: Redskins-Dolphins (1983)
its difficult to say which segment is most brilliant, but it must go to werner’s unedited reapplied talk about a different sort of bear.
