So Mojo is one of those poor misinformed people who has never had the opportunity to see certain movie classics. Like Taxi Driver. Sure, I've seen enough clips and parodies you'd SWEAR I've seen it all the way through, but I haven't. (Ditto The Godfather until I was somewhere in my thirties.)

No, this isn't about seeing Taxi Driver, although that's on my to-do list. This is about another movie I've heard so much about most of my life, and I finally got the chance to see it. Midnight Express, the Turkish prison "horror" movie that pretty much everyone my age saw when it first came out and were traumatized for life by it, and then didn't have to have things Explained To Them when scenes were parodied in other movies or TV shows.

Anyway, after twenty years or so of people TALKING INCESSANTLY about it, I finally saw it this weekend.  MORE Mojo! »

My friend Cosmic Connie recently announced, among the sundry other things she blogs about, how the company that makes those annoying motivational posters just had a significant layoff. She posted this link to Fark.com, a forum thread chock full of tasteless and hence hopelessly funny motivational poster parodies, along the lines of despair.com and its ilk.

I've decided, instead of actually thinking of something original and/or interesting to blog about, I would just waste a day bringing up the creme de la creme, as Miss Brodie once said in her prime. And one or two of 'em use language Mojo would never ever THINK, let alone SAY, so my Favorite Mother should probably not click the link to read further. (If THAT doesn't get her clicking, nuffin will!)

These are Mojo's pick of the posters the Fark readers suggested--at least ones that I am particularly fond of--to help those laid off cope with their unfortunate circumstances:  MORE Mojo! »

It's the weekend, it's been a long, busy week, and Mojo is tired. My delightful essay on sweeping the chimney will have to wait until Monday. All I will do today is go on the record--although I believe all right-thinking people are behind me so I am preaching to the choir--and say that every single "Axe for Men" commercial I have ever seen is the most repulsive thing on television since the latest FOX reality show. And, again like FOX, every time I see a new one I think, well, gosh, they can't POSSIBLY get more repulsive with this product, can they?

Well, surprise! Yes, they can. Not only with their useless, pathetic product but now they seem to want to turn Mojo off of chocolate for life. Forget all the old products, which apparently turned men into babe magnets who didn't have to bathe on a regular basis. (I mean, really, how gross is THAT?) Their newest product, which apparently turns men into GIANT CHOCOLATE PEOPLE complete with scary chocolate rabbit STARING CANDY EYES, is just plain DISTURBING as well as repulsive.

Okay, Mojo realizes young men can be stupid when them-there hormones start swirling about. But I maintain there is a special echelon of stupidity reserved for anyone who would ever buy this product or think the commercial is somehow a good idea. I thought the guy not showering and just spraying himself with Axe Stink and then peeling the scum off of his body was bad enough. But chocolate Easter Bunny Boy losing pieces of his anatomy as he walks down the street is so utterly repulsive on so many levels Mojo can't believe it made it past storyboards.

Mojo is so turned off by the whole entire Axe campaign she suspects she must be missing something and they are in fact ironically self-aware parodies of themselves. If that's the case they're not doing a very good job of it. Ditto that TAG crap. (What, young males can't figure out names with more than three letters?)

Although I'm not a HUGE fan of Family Guy they DO have the occasional good line now and then, and I DID mildly enjoy their little cutaway of "TAG for Sick Cats". Note I DON'T say I believe it to be Comedy Genius, but it about says everything I would say regarding male body sprays attracting women. Don't click on the movie if you don't want to watch a cartoon cat throw up. Seriously.

I leave you with that for the weekend... that, and the final TAGline, "This spray is not for me."

Mojo

Bob and Ray were particularly skilled at creating parodies of radio soap operas. My personal favorite was probably The Gathering Dusk, which usually entailed one Edna Bessinger being talked out of a closet or bed or her basement by one of the local doctors. (“Oh, it’s you, small village clinic endocrinologist Engelbretzen. It was kind of you to answer my urgent call so quickly. I hope you weren’t busy pumping some child full of serum to turn him into an eight-foot basketball player.”)  MORE Mojo! »