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Bathtub Brouhaha - Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

“Jesus, God.” I thought, as I approached the hotel room. I had only left for what felt like 20 minutes to ponder this rotten assignment. I thought a little trip to the casino downstairs would help clarify my vision of purpose out here in the vast, lonely desert. Really, I only wanted to get the car washed after my attorney had made a fool of himself on the elevator, brandishing a pocket knife in front of God and everyone, and then once again when we got back to the room, unveiling a bowie knife to “cut the limes”.

I could hear the muffled sounds of loud music before I even got the key in, piercing through the paper thin encasements of a stale Vegas hotel door with ease. I had no idea what kind of madness was awaiting. I barely managed to open the door at all, but what I found in the bathroom was far worse than the present condition of the room. All I wanted was some sleep, however I had to deal with my attorney peaking in the bathtub on a quarter sheet of acid. He wasn’t too keen on my intentions of moving the tape player away from the bath either. In fact, he wanted me to turn on Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit” and throw the radio into the tub with him!

Please excuse my inconsideration, but this could not have been more of a massive inconvenience. This type of thing is typical of my attorney, but did he have to pull this right now? We had been in Vegas for just over 2 days, and neither one of us had gotten any sleep since before we left L.A.  I was ready to crash, but instead I had to keep my spiral-eyed attorney from accidentally killing himself, on purpose. Thanks a lot, you rotten bastard.

Rather than helping with his suicide and tossing the tape player into the soapy water, I turned the music up as loud as it goes, hurled a grapefruit at his head when the song climaxed, ran out of there, and shut the door as fast as I could. I had never heard a more gut-wrenching scream until that next moment. It became apparent by the decibel level that the most obvious move was to grab the mace and the megaphone before he opens the door in a viciously violent rage and hurls the nearest chair in my direction. He didn’t exactly like the concept of me needing to work, which mostly consisted of some intense power-sleeping in the extremely near future, but he also knew that I don’t fuck around when it comes to matters of business or pleasure, both of which I was in desperate need of, and after making it clear that slumber was my only pacifier, he soon retreated back to the bathroom with barely more than a moderate amount of coercion.

Don’t think for a minute I didn’t emphatically empathize with my attorney. Being locked into a mind-warp twisting his head in ways that will never be experienced in the same way, by anyone else, ever again, is not something to merely overlook. This will most certainly be construed as outlandishly irresponsible by the masses, but in reality should feel a bit more than vaguely familiar, like déjà-vu. It’s a flash of cosmic connection, something that isn’t remembered in a fraction of the same vivid way as it was initially experienced. The vast majority of people won’t ever be fully aware of anything close to the same wavelength as this, not that they can’t imagine, they just refuse to exercise the mind-power it takes to fathom these kinds of notions, and then the real trick becomes attempting reflection in a positive way.  It’s not a matter of what is, or what isn’t, what should be, or what will never be. The idea is to look for a shade of value, in-between the extremes, that suits our own personal needs, and then expand on the dissonance in the most productive ways, not just for ourselves, but for others to try and improve on as well.

 

What Year Is It? - Jumanji

Jumanji

A game for those who seek to find

A way to leave their world behind

You roll the dice to move your token

Doubles gets another turn

The first player to reach the end wins

Adventurers Beware:

Do not begin unless you intend to finish

The exciting consequences of the game will vanish only when a player has reached Jumanji and called out its name

This elaborate adaptation of a book by Chris Van Allsburg, starring Robin Williams and Bonnie Hunt, is a thrill-ride throughout the entire flick with fleeting scenes of danger placed sporadically with increasing intervals until the climax at the end. Alan Parrish is a 12 year old boy who lives with his overzealous father Sam Parrish, the owner of a bustling and prosperous shoe factory, who wants him to face his fears instead of running away from them. After deciding to listen to his father’s advice, Alan is beaten by a gang of young hoodlums, leaving him with a bloody lip, a black eye, and sore feet from the walk home after having his bicycle stolen as well. This was all because of a fling with Billy Jessup, had by a little girl named Sarah Whittle, who just happens to be nice enough to come over and bring him his stolen bike back. Before leaving, Sarah and Alan hear the same mysterious drums that he had heard earlier coming from a dirt wall inside the unfinished foundation of a house that was under construction. His instinct led him to unearth a soon-to-be unlocked chest. After using a shovel as a skeleton key, he opens it to find a board game buried in the sand, and then takes it home for better observation to avoid any nosy builders. Once he is home, he opens the game and pulls out two of the pieces which somehow magically affix themselves to the board at two of the four starting corners. His parents are on their way out the door to an event at which Sam is speaking publically, but they decide first to lay a heavy one on Alan in the form of an impending transfer to the Cliffside Boys School. This prestigious establishment even has a building named after Alan’s grandfather General Angus Parrish who is forever iconized in the middle of town as a statue on a horse. We can also find the same likeness in a portrait sculpture of his face in the Parrish house, clearly a supreme role-model.

Alan finds this radical decision to be for the birds, so he packs a bag and on leaving is when he hears that fateful knock from Sarah at the door. After a short explanation, Alan shows Sarah the board game. He reads the first half of the rules and asks if she wants to play. She haughtily says, “I quit playing board games years ago.” Then she tosses the dice as she gets up to leave and they roll a six. One of the game pieces moves itself to the sixth space and in the glowing center of the board comes up a message saying, “At night they fly, you better run, these winged things are not much fun” and from the chimney comes the screeching sounds of bats. Sarah seems a little freaked out by all this and attempts to persuade Alan to put away the game, but he has the dice already in hand and accidentally rolls a five when the eight o’clock chime startles him from the nearby grandfather clock. “In the jungle you must wait until the dice read five or eight” says the centric swirling eye, then all of a sudden Alan is sucked into the game like a whirlpool, leaving Sarah behind screaming on the couch, while you hear him yelling, “Roll the dice! Sarah!” But, before she can even process what is happening, the bats come flying out of the fireplace, chasing her out the front door.

A lot can happen in 26 years, whether you are a father who came home one night in 1969 to never see his only son again, or a little girl who has to convince herself that she didn’t witness a board game completely engulf a human and make up a story about the boy’s father chopping him up into little pieces and hiding him in the house to keep herself from going completely loony, or if you were that little boy who was taken out of his world and submerged in the savage underbelly of the darkest part of the African Jungle from the preteen adolescent age of 12 to a middle-aged 38 years old. Only after more than two thirds of his life was he transported back to his home in New Hampshire when another set of children, named Judy and Peter, have slyly nosed their way into finding this mystifying “game with drums”. Already had their rolls produced massive mosquitos, and masses of monkeys, but when Peter rolled a five on his second turn and the game told him, “His fangs are sharp. He likes your taste. Your party better move post haste.” it releases a male lion of generous proportion with a major attitude problem. It also releases Alan Parrish who wasn’t so little anymore, and comes to the rescue of Judy and Peter for the first time, but it would most certainly not be the last. Alan, dressed in leaves and leather, with a turtle shell shield on his back, outsmarts the lion and traps him in a nearby room. This leads to the question, “Did somebody roll a five or an eight?” And then a wave of excitement comes over Alan. He runs screaming toward Peter, thanking him, then runs all over the house in joy and anticipation. “It’s me, Mom and Dad! I’m home! I’m back!” he shouts as he circles the empty house, only to find the children standing on the stairs. They explain that the house has been empty for years and that everyone thought he was dead.

This news comes as a shock to Alan so he wanders outside to look for any clue of his parents’ whereabouts. In a spot of coincidence and inconvenient timing, local police officer Carl Bentley is flying through the neighborhood in his shiny police cruiser, and would have easily maimed or killed Alan had he not had the jungle-savvy cat-like reflexes to jump up onto the hood. Out comes Carl, who instructs him to, “Get down off my car please, and get up on the sidewalk.” “What year is it?” says Alan. “It was brand new.” states the officer, obviously referring to the car. “No. What year is it?”

“1995, remember?” Judy (Kirsten Dunst) cuts in and does the saving this time, with her smooth tongue she talks their way out of a pickle when he says he’s been in “Jumanji” some Peace Corps mumbo-jumbo distracts Carl long enough for a gang of monkeys to steal his car and let them escape even though he was instructed otherwise. Alan runs off to find his father’s old shoe factory, the place where 26 years ago he accidentally put Officer Carl Bentley’s athletic shoe prototype on the conveyor belt destroying it, getting Carl fired and inevitably destroying the “Soleman’s” footwear career. Not much is left in the factory except an old bum who conveniently has enough information to lead Alan to find his parents. Unfortunately, he finds them underground in a cemetery. There was only one choice and that was to finish the game they had started so everything would go back the way it was before, Judy and Peter knew this but Alan is a bit more hesitant at first. They go back to the house and let Alan clean up from his “Tarzan uniform” and after a quick jab from Judy about shaving with a piece of glass and Alan’s retort of the Clampett’s yard sale, peter convinces him by ways of reverse psychology to keep playing or at least to watch, because he isn’t scared. The only problem now is that it wasn’t any of their turns. It was Sarah Whittle’s turn.

Alan may have been a little wary to keep playing, but Sarah Whittle would need some serious persuasion once they finally found her hiding reclusively under the name Madam Serena who would give psychic readings by appointment only. She faints at the notion of running into that little boy who was chopped up into little pieces 26 years ago, so they carry her back to the Parrish mansion. After some quick thinking, Alan tricks Sarah into rolling a seven and out of the walls starts coming a terrifying plant of viniferous nature. Alan saves the day by using old Angus’ Civil War era sword to cut the main vein on the pod. Next comes Alan’s turn and when he rolls, “A hunter from the darkest wild, makes you feel just like a child.” appears. Van Pelt, the notorious safari hunter, even pictured on the front of the game-board box, who interestingly enough is played by the same actor as Alan’s father Sam, comes out shooting elephant-sized bullets at Alan then chases him out of the house and around the block until he makes his narrow escape. After the next roll and a stampede bursts through the wall and through the house and out into the streets, the next roll is delayed because a pelican flies off with the game is his beak and down to the river. Peter manages to go out on a limb, literally, to grab the game out of the rushing water. They run into Carl again who arrests Alan just in the nick of time to miss being shot by Van Pelt who has now acquired a new high-powered sniper rifle. Peter thinks he can cheat by making the dice land on 12 but is turned into a half-monkey by the game instead.

After Alan admits to the conveyor belt fiasco to Carl and a long chase scene through the local Save-A-Lot, they make it back to the house to keep playing. Sarah’s next roll completely floods the house with a monsoon and alligators liven-up the party, then Alan’s roll lands him chin deep in the floor when it turns to quicksand. Peter’s turn unleashes giant hideous spiders but they are scared away from the earthquake that ensues after Sarah’s next turn. The floor is torn apart freeing Alan, but the game falls down as the house is completely ripped in two. He saves it by some miraculous vine-swinging and opens the game to take his turn. He picks up the dice to roll but Van Pelt has finally caught up to him and forces him to freeze and drop what’s in his hand. One die lands in the game but the other rolls down into the crevasse between the two sides of his once beautiful house. “Any last words?” says the hunter. But the die finally lands and Alan’s piece starts to move into the center.

“Jumanji.” He says. “Jumanji!” and as Van Pelt fires his weapon at him, Sarah had run over as if she were going to stop the bullet, but it slows down and starts whirl-winding around the game like a typhoon with everything else that ever came out of the game including the entire stampede, and the hunter himself, until it was all vacuumed back into the board game like it never even happened. Alan and Sarah were left back in the living room of his home in good ol’ 1969 and everything was as it should be. Alan’s dad forgot his notes for the speech and came back to find Alan rushing into his arms as if he hadn’t seen him for over 26 years. “I’m so glad you’re back.” Alan says. “I’ve only been gone five minutes.” his dad says. “It seems like a lot longer to me.” They apologize to each other for the harsh words from earlier, he admits to putting the shoe on the conveyor belt and you can sense his dad’s feeling of pride when he says, “I’m glad you told me, son.”

After tying bricks to the lid, and throwing it off a bridge, Alan and Sarah never saw Jumanji again. However, they did grow up, and get married, and they also ran into Judy and Peter again when their parents brought them to a Parrish’s Christmas party. Jumanji eventually drifted out to sea where it was later found by two more unsuspecting adventurers on the verge of a wild and crazy journey, all because they heard some drums coming from a box that had washed up on the beach.

The End - The Doors

“Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin.”

In a nutshell, The Doors have been inspiring generations since the 60’s and will continue to do so as long as people have ears and brains to think for themselves. Even the Library of Congress decided to include The Doors self-titled first album in their 2014 National Recording Registry to be preserved indefinitely along with others like Steve Martin, Joan Baez, and Sesame Street. Jim Morrison’s mix of poetry and crooning will forever live in the music for us all to experience.

This scene begins with the band walking down Sunset Blvd toward the Whisky à Go-Go and already Jim seems to be a little bit sideways. They’re trying to convince him to face the crowd, while he’s trying to convince them to go to the desert and take that peyote. “Is that what the fuck you’re on?”

“Yeah, man! And it’s kicking in!” shouts Jim as he jumps onto the hood of a car in oncoming traffic. “Let’s plan a murder or start a religion.” He says as they get closer to the entrance. “More, more, more!”

“I’ll try it,” says Pamela, encouraging him with her sweet voice. “I’m ready, let’s go to the desert..”

“Heyyy! I am the Lizard King!!! I can do anything!” screams Jim to the crowd of people from on top of the nearest parked car. “Come on raise your hands if you understand! How many of you people know you’re alive? Bullshit! You’re plastic soldiers in a miniature dirt war!” Time slows down to a speed only familiar to those who have experienced mescaline. “Come on, how many of you people know you’re alive? How many people know you’re really alive?” Obviously the drugs really were kicking in.

The starry swirling street sky fades from night into a mid-day desert and we hear the beginning notes of “The End”. You can see a red car leaving two dust trails from the tires as it fishtails across the cracked sandy ground. They make their way on foot up the dunes, the six of them, Jim, Robby, Ray, John, Pam and Dorothy, and you can hear Jim narrating about a mysterious creature. “Close your eyes, see the snake, see the serpent appear, his head is ten feet long and five feet wide, he has one red eye and one green eye, seven miles long, deadly.”

“All the history of the world is on its scales, all people, all actions, we’re all just little pictures on the scales. God is big, it’s moving, devouring consciousness, digesting power, monster of energy. It’s a monster. Kiss the snake on the tongue, kiss the serpent, but if it senses fear, it’ll eat us instantly, but if we kiss it without fear, it’ll take us through the garden, through the gate, to the other side. Ride the snake. To the end of time.”

The others try to cope with the realities of life and death. “Use our strength,” Jim says, “we’re a tribe now, a tribe of warriors.” Then as his voice starts to echo, “Promise you, I’ll be with you ‘til the end of time, nothing will destroy our circle, ride the snake.”

After a shortened and improvised version of “My Wild Love” Jim glances up to notice Death riding a white horse at the top of the horizon. At this point he realizes his fears are a reality. “I’m lyin’, I am afraid.” He says as he gets up and wanders off into the distance.

“Jim! Don’t go away! Come dance with me!” shouts Pam as he gets further from her sand spinning. The scene gets quite surreal as the sun eclipses and Jim follows Death and his horse out into the vast open desert. It seems that Death has led him to a cave wherein lies his inner spirit who happens to be the dead Indian whose soul just kind of leapt into his, when he was about five, riding past an automobile accident on the highway with his parents. Flashes come of a lizard, a naked Death, the Indian spirit, the accident, cave drawings, his bandmates, a microphone, and his eminent bathtub death.

The energy intensifies as Jim stares into the eye of the Indian spirit and the scene quickly changes back to the club scene and Jim is onstage with his band. The audience seems to be mesmerized by the haunting tone and bizarre lyrics of “The End”. Even the go-go dancers stop dancing to watch.

“The killer awoke before dawn. He put his boots on. He took a face from the ancient gallery and he walked on down the hall. He went into the room where his sister lived and then he paid a visit to his brother and then he walked on down the hall, yeah. And he came to a door. And he looked inside. Father? ‘Yes son?’ I want to kill you. Mother? I want to… fuck you all night baby!” The atmosphere has suddenly taken a strange turn down a road only traveled by Oedipus and now James Morrison. The crowd is shocked and the club owner tries to pull the plug on this gig.

Jim dances around the stage as if there is a central fire and it’s as natural as it would have been had he been born a Navajo. He spins around chanting the F word until the music crescendos and he falls down and lays there finishing it out with “Kill, kill, kill…”

The clip cuts to the owner kicking a belligerent Morrison and the rest of the band to the curb, and judging by the faces of the other people watching that performance, the world might not have been ready for The Doors. Lucky for us, Jac Holzman was there to witness the spectacle and he owned Elektra Records. He wanted to get The Doors into the studio immediately.

“An album of killer music in 6 days.” said Paul Rothchild, and the rest is history. “Unreal.”

 

Some Kind of a Jerk or Something? - The Jerk

“It was never easy for me,” says Navin R. Johnson, “I was born a poor black child.”

Steve Martin’s enactment of the Jerk’s character, Navin, is arguably one of Steve’s best comedic roles ever. This is also Martin’s first starring role in a feature film and will live on in the funny movie realm forever.  Steve Martin was one of three writers on this picture and one of the other writers (Carl Gottlieb) appears in the flick as Iron Balls McGinty.

The Jerk is a must-see farce with one outlandish scene after another, extremely well-placed verbal humor, with enough slapstick buffoonery to keep the lay audience entertained throughout. Steve Martin exerts more energy in this hour and thirty-four minutes than New York uses in a year. From cat-juggling under the pseudonym Pig Eye Jackson to being a second-rate weight-guesser, Martin delivers an extraordinary performance of wacky caricature from start to finish.

In one of the final scenes, which is quite possibly the most memorable, Navin has just lost his multi-million dollar inventor’s fortune. This renders him penniless and consumed by a rather disdainful mood because an upsetting lawsuit regarding the “Opti-Grab”, a handle affixed to the bridge on a pair of glasses to reduce slipping and stress on the frames, awarded all 9,987,652 now cross-eyed plaintiffs the full amount of the suit, which was one dollar and nine cents. Navin is signing checks for $1.09 with his fuzzy-haired, googly-eye pen, and downing some kind of clear booze while attempting to seal the envelopes in his drunken state. Mrs. Wilbur Stark and Iron Balls McGinty are the last two checks he gets to scribble on his insignia before Marie, his wife, shows up crying.

“Why are you crying? And why are you wearing that old dress?” asked Navin.

“Because I just heard a song on the radio that reminded me of the way we were.” cried Marie.

“What was it?”

“The way we were.” bawls Marie, obviously referring to the Barbara Streisand song from the film with the same name. After a bit of hysterical banter, Navin begins his definitive rant about his lack of need for anything else, “except this”. Wearing just his bathrobe over a long-sleeve shirt and a pair of boxers, with his black dress pants unfastened and around his ankles above his leather shoes, Navin unloads a barrage of harsh words upon his weeping spouse. “I don’t need any of this stuff, and I don’t need you! I don’t need anything! Except this…” exclaims Navin as he picks up the ashtray off the table. “This ashtray, and that’s the only thing I need, is this! I don’t need this or this! Just this ashtray, and this paddle game. The ashtray and the paddle game, and that’s all I need!”

“…And this…” he grabs the remote control hastily. “The ashtray, and the paddle game and the remote control and that’s all I need.”

By this time, our over-dramatic comic has made his way from the lounge to the vestibule, and we can see up the green shag-carpeted stairway about as well as we can see out the front door to the lawn full of S-shaped hedges, Grecian statues and three swimming pools. “And these matches. The ashtray, and these matches, and the remote control, and the paddle-ball, and this lamp” he says with diminishing enthusiasm as he picks up the items off the unnecessarily lavish table. “The ashtray, (sob), and this paddle game, and the remote control, and the lamp, and that’s all I need. And that’s all I need too.”

“I don’t need one other thing, not one!” he sputters out, continuing his profuse ramblings, shimmying his feet down the steps on his way out the door, and still carrying the five items he has accrued so far.

“I need this!” he bellows, with an increasing emphasis, as he lifts a chair up by his elbow. “The paddle game and the chair, and the remote control, and the matches for sure!”

Almost completely out the door of the foyer, Navin utters the line for which the movie was named. “Well, what are you looking at? What do you think I am, some kind of a Jerk or something?” He bows his head and continues sobbing, but still has the presence of mind to notice the magazine, “And this! And that’s all I need. This ashtray, and the remote control, and the paddle game, and the magazine…” Marie is left crying to herself with only her trumpet, while Navin is seen still walking along with both arms full of all the odds and ends, still dragging his pants along the ground by his ankles.

“I don’t need one other thing,” moans Navin, slower than before and to himself now because no one else is listening, “except my dog.”

“Grrrrr,” growls Shithead.

“Well, I don’t need my dog.”

So, off scoots Navin, down the street, sporting his collection of random household amenities, and onto a bus he goes. He finds his way downtown and makes a very interesting trade of the ashtray, the paddle game, the remote control, the matches, the lamp, the chair, and the magazine to one homely and homeless woman for nothing but a simple red and white striped thermos. We see Navin coveting his new-found glorious beverage container, and catch up to our wild and crazy character where we first met his jerkiness, in the gutter alongside a couple of what appears to be some of L.A.’s most refined bums.

If there ever was a tale that could never get old and could not be retold, it is the 1979 comedy classic, “The Jerk”, directed by Carl Reiner, starring Mr. Steve Martin in his breakout role. Very few films can come close to touching this level of comedic genius, and unfortunately we will almost certainly never experience this kind of hilarity showcase in our lifetimes by way of any other. Something has happened to “funny” and it’s sad to say, but it really isn’t anymore.

It's All Too Much - The Beatles Yellow Submarine

“Once upon a time, or maybe twice, there was an unearthly paradise called, Pepperland.”

Pepperland had once been a beautiful place full of life and color and music. It was a place of happiness and positivity, where all kinds of people could dream in Technicolor. Pepperland was always joyous and full of wonder for all inhabitants except for the Blue Meanies. These horrendous blue creatures decided one day to attack Pepperland and destroy everything that was good. With a few despicable moves, the meanies had frozen all the townspeople and sucked all the life and color from the whole city. They even launched an anti-music missile that landed on Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band trapping them inside a big blue glass bubble. Old Fred, who was the only one cunning enough to escape the attack, narrowly fled in the Yellow Submarine.

Fred conveniently searched for help in just the right place, a hilltop building in Liverpool, England that just so happened to have a man inside named Richard Starkey, more commonly known as Ringo Starr. Ringo decided that his pleas were worthy of his assistance, but he couldn’t do it alone. He would have to find the rest of the band. After locating John, George and Paul, on they went, pounding overwhelming waves in the Yellow Submarine.

The journey was not easy. They traveled backwards and forwards through the Sea of Time. They lost and found Ringo in the Sea of Monsters. They met a Nowhere Man named Jeremy who fixed the motor. After getting lost in the foothills of the headlands, our friends even traveled through the Sea of Holes into the Sea of Green, which finally took them back to Pepperland.

Once they made it back, with just the snap of a tune, they brought the Lord Mayor back to life who told them the way to get rid of the meanies was to play music. After a coup to get into the meanies’ lockup, our friends found the instruments and the old uniforms from good ol’ Sgt. Pepper’s band. With just a quick beat count, they broke into song, bringing back life to the citizens of Pepperland, and driving the meanies to retreat. After only a few more songs, the Blue Meanies were ready to throw in the towel. Until now, the word, “Yes” had been forbidden and only “No” was acceptable, but since the head meanie had now seen a new perspective, he introduced the final song by saying, “Yes, let us mix Max, I never admitted it before, but my cousin is the bluebird of happiness!”

“It’s All Too Much” is the perfect song to bring this film to a close. With the bizarre lyrics and psychedelic riffs, the ending scene is what I believe to be the best part. The constantly changing colors of the scenery and characters really bring this song to life. It feels like watching a rainbow exploding for three minutes. There are so many things that are out of this world, it’s kind of like being inside a kaleidoscope. Random scenes stick out like a lion shaking hands with a lamb, both wearing suits, and flying fish in the sky. The giant words of positivity are reinforcing as well, like “OK, and YES” and the vibrancy of all the varying shades of colors are almost overwhelming.

Another interesting thing is that the colors vary depending on whether the movie is playing on VHS or DVD. There are so many things to look at in this scene, I could watch it 100 times in a row and still see something new every time. This is definitely a movie that everyone should be aware of. It’s not just for acid-heads or little kids. There is something in this film for everyone. Yellow Submarine is a classic animated film from 1968 based on the Beatles album with the same name. The Beatles did help with the production and direction of the film however they did not provide the character voices. If you watch any behind the scenes footage, you can tell by their eyes that it was probably best they left that up to others. Regardless of what they were doing in their spare time, the Beatles were revolutionary, and this movie just adds another facet proving how impacting the Fab Four was and still is. This continues to be my favorite animated movie of all time and this final scene really ties the whole movie together, like the icing on a cake or the center of a Tootsie-Pop.

"All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much."

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