tyler
A Burden on Online Simpsons Fandom Since '13
#79
I pen this particular preamble to inform you that even my ridiculous ass has to learn when to take a break from the Jean machine's mean scene, so while i had taken my THOH journey quite a considerable way before, I stopped after THOH XXVI, knowing I'd be back to chow down on these perpetually unseasoned seasons of seasonal scenes again soon enough. So here we go, including the newest, we got twelve totally fresh segments for these eyes and ears and this heart and brain. Somehow through it all, I remain excited. I guess there must be a morbid passion tucked in the recesses of my mind if I can commit to this journey in the first place. so what have we first under the cloche of anticlimax? Well boy howdy it's another rootin tootin movie reshootin', or two I guess because this mashes elements (full scenes) together from The Hunger Games and Mad Max: Fury Road, though the latter is mostly visual but I think the specific post-apocalypse with no water is the latter, though im sure its many movies.
The opening dried-up landscape could have lead to some interesting worldbuilding but we are almost immediately flung into The Hunger Games and from there it's just a bunch of flimsy skits with such witty observations as "the guy who was played by Woody Harrelson in the movies is often drunk!", "Peeta is a funny name!", and "Children die in The Hunger Games!" wickedly astute. I swear these are getting worse and worse, they can barely commit to the details of the source to make a plain-faced mimic because now thats too hard, they can't inject any character, either their own or the ones from the source material into their parody - a word i'm deeply tired of using for the wet tissue paper, singed bible page level withering it contains. If this counts a parody then how it makes me retch up my lunch counts as dinner - and now they cant even stick to one movie, and I'd like to think that could mean a more general parody but nope it's just two blunt recreations of things they saw during the commercials of whatever boomer shit they watch and car crashed into each other in the hopes it would fill their runtime. Not only are these not parodies anymore, they're not even finished mimicries. They're animated commercial breaks, about as ceaselessly innocuous as the toothpaste and antidepressant ads in between. I knew these fuckers were only watching the trailers, and now they literally aren't adding content past the trailers.
I pen this particular preamble to inform you that even my ridiculous ass has to learn when to take a break from the Jean machine's mean scene, so while i had taken my THOH journey quite a considerable way before, I stopped after THOH XXVI, knowing I'd be back to chow down on these perpetually unseasoned seasons of seasonal scenes again soon enough. So here we go, including the newest, we got twelve totally fresh segments for these eyes and ears and this heart and brain. Somehow through it all, I remain excited. I guess there must be a morbid passion tucked in the recesses of my mind if I can commit to this journey in the first place. so what have we first under the cloche of anticlimax? Well boy howdy it's another rootin tootin movie reshootin', or two I guess because this mashes elements (full scenes) together from The Hunger Games and Mad Max: Fury Road, though the latter is mostly visual but I think the specific post-apocalypse with no water is the latter, though im sure its many movies.
The opening dried-up landscape could have lead to some interesting worldbuilding but we are almost immediately flung into The Hunger Games and from there it's just a bunch of flimsy skits with such witty observations as "the guy who was played by Woody Harrelson in the movies is often drunk!", "Peeta is a funny name!", and "Children die in The Hunger Games!" wickedly astute. I swear these are getting worse and worse, they can barely commit to the details of the source to make a plain-faced mimic because now thats too hard, they can't inject any character, either their own or the ones from the source material into their parody - a word i'm deeply tired of using for the wet tissue paper, singed bible page level withering it contains. If this counts a parody then how it makes me retch up my lunch counts as dinner - and now they cant even stick to one movie, and I'd like to think that could mean a more general parody but nope it's just two blunt recreations of things they saw during the commercials of whatever boomer shit they watch and car crashed into each other in the hopes it would fill their runtime. Not only are these not parodies anymore, they're not even finished mimicries. They're animated commercial breaks, about as ceaselessly innocuous as the toothpaste and antidepressant ads in between. I knew these fuckers were only watching the trailers, and now they literally aren't adding content past the trailers.
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