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Sunday, June 1, 2014

35 Reasons “Bart of Darkness” Might Be the Greatest Episode of The Simpsons

Not long ago my friend Sam Downing put up a gif-heavy post titled “48 Reasons ‘Cape Feare’ Might Be the Greatest Episode of The Simpsons,” and my response was “Hey, I want to do that!” Two problems: for one, I underestimated how long it would take to reduce a half-hour TV show down to gifs and screencaps, and for another, I don’t know what my favorite episode of The Simpsons actually is. I have a lot of favorites, and though “Last Exit to Springfield” just might come out on top, there’s just too much to like in dozens of other episodes.

So then I give you this: a great episode of The Simpsons to kick off the summer. It’s “Bart of Darkness,” a.k.a. the one where they get a pool, a.k.a. the one where Bart breaks his leg, a.k.a. the one where Flanders is maybe a murderer. I will maybe do another one some time, most likely when I forget how long this took to complete.

Enjoy!

One: a single example of the many tragedies that befall Hans Moleman.





Two: “And here we have the world-famous Beatles, exactly as they looked performing on The Ed Sullivan Show.”


Three: vicarious punching.



Four: the remarkable ingenuity of Homer Simpson. He got the idea when he realized the refrigerator was cold.


Five: one of the two things Maggie gets to do.


Six: the disappointment of childhood.




Seven: hubris and nemesis.





Eight: People who observed Homer’s parenting style as children may actually employ this tactic today.


Nine: Children who observed Bart and Lisa’s method of persuasion also attempted to employ it back in the day. It was not successful in real life.


Ten: Simpsons puns are better than the puns you make, generally speaking.


Eleven: the other thing Maggie gets to do.


Twelve: The 90s had more Amish jokes than we have now. Why is that?



Thirteen: And this is how you close out a first act.













Fourteen: American healthcare, circa 1994.


Fifteen: Milhouse Van Houten, for once, gets to be the sucky friend.



Sixteen: the Esther Williams spectacular.


Seventeen: “Klassic Krusty.”


Eighteen: Homer learns a lesson in pool hygiene.






Nineteen: Bart grows isolated and weird.




Twenty: So dark as this, in fact.


Twenty-one: It does not go unnoticed.


Twenty-two: a sliding scale for evil.






Twenty-three: “Soon I’ll be queen of summertime!”


Twenty-four: how I learned the word “ribald.”





Twenty-five: a selection from Bart’s isolation-born play that, in retrospect, may have influenced this.


Twenty-six: Schuman Farms.






Twenty-seven: Springfield Rescu-U-Fone, or how I learned what “regicide” meant.


Twenty-eight: the determination of Bartholomew J. Simpson.




Twenty-nine: Hitchcockian terror in Simpsons yellow.


Thirty: resolution of terror.


Thirty-one: probably the best line Maude Flanders ever got.


Thirty-two: a joke The Simpsons has only rarely revisited.


Thirty-three: Dan Castellaneta’s perfect pronunciation of the word “package.”


Thirty four: Martin brings it on himself, again.



Thirty-five: And then despite dumping on poor Martin the whole time, the episode closes in an oddly beautiful way. Martin, bare butt hanging out there for the world to see, looks off wistfully and sings a Sinatra standard. The camera pulls back for a shot of Springfield at sunset. It’s lovely. And to me it represents how good this show was during its best seasons. This is why I love The Simpsons.


The Simpsons, previously:

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Sally Takes a Bow

From the Dick Van Dyke Show episode “Stacey Petrie, Part 1”:


The imagined context:

“Hey listen, Rose Marie, I know you’re disappointed about Mary being the big female draw on the show and how all the chatter is about her being lovely and wifely and pretty and charming and then we made Sally a flat, dateless wonder. But we have a compromise for you: bows. We thought it would be a nice character touch for you — and Sally too, really — if you always wore bows on the show. And here you’ll be wearing a bow so big it will look like you were shrunk down to subhuman-size — like you some sort of living doll wearing human-scale accessories. People will be like, ‘Yeah, that Mary Tyler Moore is great, but what about the chick in the bow?’ That will be your thing. But just don’t go outside with the bow on, because we did a test run on the assistant wardrobe girl and holy cow! She just walked outside and the wind whipped her over the embankment and she looked like she was hurt pretty good. And maybe don’t wear the bow between takes because the bow-maker said it could permanently damage your vertebrae. Anyway, you’re going to enter the scene and everyone is going to be like, ‘Ew, look at Sally in her stupid bow. How old is she supposed to be really?’ But don’t take that personally, because it’s about the bow. Oh, and the wardrobe girl totally died. So maybe send some flowers. It was a pretty windy day, I guess.”

And it’s not the only time the Dick Van Dyke Show suffered from off-the-mark styling:


I... I don’t even know what that’s supposed to be up there.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Orphan Black in My Spice Garden

Rosemary is creepy.

No, not your Aunt Rosemary. She’s just sad. Little “r” rosemary — the kind you use for cooking, the kind that grows in your neighbor’s yard and then you jealously yank off a sprig of it because why should they have all the drought-resistant spice plants? And you put little “r” rosemary in water where she gets sunlight for a few hours every day, and soon enough you find that she’s sprouted spindly little roots that float about like strands of hair.

rosemary cutting

This is science. This is life. This is one rosemary twig’s triumph over being cruelly abducted from her family. But this is also creepy in that an inanimate source of food can think. You see, her stem was rough and covered in bark — designed for life above ground — but just a few days immersed in water and this little nothing of a plant knows to change the agenda. She shoots out tentacles and learns to thrive. With cooperation from God (who, in rosemary’s universe is me), she’ll grow into a full plant, maybe even on bigger than the plant I plucked her from, but she’ll have identical DNA. She’s a clone. She cloned herself. She’s a small miracle that unfolded specifically in a tea tumbler on my kitchen counter.

Laugh at me if you want. I saw Mimic. I’m keeping an eye on her.

EDIT: Just now realizing I totally missed the boat on titling this post Rosemary’s Baby. Shit.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

The Busiest Bosom in the Mushroom Kingdom

The setting: Japan, sometime in 1995.

“Hey, I think we should have a new female character in this Super Mario RPG game we’re making.”

“Oh, that would make sense.”

“Yeah, and maybe she could be a bad guy, because we don’t have many female villains in the series.”

“Sure, sure. That would probably be great.”

“Okay then. I was also thinking that she could have gigantic boobs.”

“Umm…”

“Like, just pendulous mammary sacs that jiggle hilariously when Mario hits her.”

“Umm…”

“Really, her proportions would just be obscene. Huge breasts, a teeny-tiny waist, and a long, flat, football-shaped head. Kind of like Betty Boop’s, but even broader. Like, her head is wider than her shoulders.”

“Okay, so I’m hearing a lot of ideas and—”

“Also, she would have the eyes of Janice from The Muppets.”

“…”

“And she’d also be wearing a parrot on her head, but it’s not dead. Like, in addition to her boobs going into a flan-like movement when struck, the parrot would also cry out in pain.”

“…”

“Like, in lieu of hair. Her hair would be the parrot. Parrot-haired.”

“…”

“Oh, and she’s in an evening dress. And I think it would be cool if she were always carrying a cocktail with her. Because that’s how you know she’s stylish but also a bad girl.”

“…”

“And she’s riding a crescent moon for no apparent reason.”

“…”

“So yeah, I think this would make for a good character. Like, a really popular character that would fit in well with the rest of the Mario crew, and maybe we could see her in the next Mario Kart game, perhaps riding the crescent moon again. I have a feeling she has staying power.”

“…”

“Hey, would she be any weirder than Birdo?”

{fin}

And then against all odds and good sense, Nintendo in 1996 released Super Mario RPG, where Mario fought the female big bad Valentina, giant boobs and all.

valentina boob shake

Her Japanese name is Margarita, which puts her neatly in line with the Mario tradition of female characters being named after things but also identifies her as a drunk. Valentina did not, in fact, appear in the next Mario Kart game nor any Mario game again.

(Sprite modified from sprite rips found here and here.)

Super Mario obscurities, previously:
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