Hi, I’m The Jerk.
You might remember me from that time you read one of my jokes, and you thought it was funny, but you didn’t really get it, then you found yourself telling it to your sister at your Steubenville Almnui 12-step meeting, and as you were getting to the end of the joke but after it was too late to stop telling it, it suddenly occurs to you, “Hey, I think this is a dick joke.”
If the above does not give you newish readers pause, let me be clear: It Gets Worse. For reasons best left unstated (the drugs) Simcha allows me to post movie reviews from time to time. These reviews tend to include crude jokes. When you take offense in the com boxes, I will insult you. Got it?
I wanted to review Highlander. Why, yes. that movies does star Sean Connery. Yes, I do have multiple photos on my hard drive of Connery in tight clothing. What of it?
Now that you’re throughouly skeeved out, it is time to discuss our movie. The only known collaboration between Jim Henson, George Lucas, and David Bowie.
It comes off about as well as you’d expect.
Look, there are some major concerns we need to get out of the way.
You remember how when you were a kid and you watched The Muppet Show, occasionally they would have some performer that was totally lame. It was hard to figure why they wanted to bore you, right?
Leo Sayer, ladies and gentlemen.
The point is, Jim Henson was boring. Like visiting elderly relatives boring. He’s conversation with a Civil War buff boring. He’s even worse than late night out with an Opus Dei member boring.
And that’s why he lets you put your hand there.
George Lucas is a known quantity. He sucks.
No, but your fat face and crappy movies do.
I don’t need to get all angry fan boy here, but we all know what I’m talking about.But, you say, there are the guys who respectively came up with the brilliance of The Muppets and the original Star Wars, and first three Indiana Jones movies.
Right, making their suckitude harder to contemplate. Thing is, it was always there. Good luck, and the right collaberations, (Frank Oz for Henson, and Steven Spielberg for Lucas,) just managed to mask the poo with awesome.
The most difficult part about Labyrinth is Bowie. You can’t explain what on Earth he’s doing in it, but you know he had to be in this turkey.
Bowie was Ziggy Stardust, The Thin White Duke, he perfected plastic soul. Surely he’s better than this. What happened?
Still a better excuse than Lucas.
The movies also stars Jennifer Connelly as a young girl who magically wishes away her younger brother, then immediatley regrets having done so.
That fat little sucker would have netted at least $500, and she goes and gives him away for free.
That’s were Bowie steps in, playing the Goblin King named Jareth. Yes. Jareth.
His character is somewhat interesting. You’ve got this all powerful demi-god, lording over a kingdom full of deformed worshipers who he directs to ruin the life of a young girl.
Jareth makes the girl’s wish come true, and takes the baby back to goblin land. She can get the baby back, but she has to make it through the Labyrinth within, I dunno, 80 minutes, or else the baby stays there forever.
She has many adventures, meets some magical friend that are not at all reminiscent of the friends Dorothy makes in the Wizard of Oz, and Bowie wears some tight, tight pants.
Oh, and the movie is full of important life lessons, like “Whine enough and you’ll always get what you want.”
There is a good movie that could be made out of all of these parts, but it never happened. Everytime, they decided to go dull and then go home.
No. You’re creepy and annoying, just like the rest of this movie.
So there you have it, Labyrinth. I think I learned a very important life lesson, though. Stay away from voodo.