Score One For Pedro
Latigo Flint's friend, Kid Relish, is writing an epic motion picture drama titled Score One For Pedro.
Score One For Pedro tells the heart-warming story of Pedro Gonzales, a deaf, blind and mute soccer goalie as he leads his small-town, rag-tag Peruvian team down the long and often treacherous path to the World Cup. All they wanted was respect. All they had were each other. All they need is what's in Pedro’s heart.
Kid says his film is going rake in a ton of cash and awards because he's going to sub-title it and pretend it's a Peruvian independent film. Kid says you could practically film a jar of mayonnaise for two hours and if people in the entertainment industry think it's a foreign independent they'll friggin' chuck awards at it, and all the art fags in the big cities will flock to see it.
Latigo Flint was pretty dubious. I told Kid Relish "Yeah Kid, they're sometimes gullible but come on, I don't think to that extreme." Kid just smiled wickedly and said, "You'll see Latty - they'll all fucking see... and then they'll pay for their petulance with their lives."
As I turned to leave, Kid Relish tried to smash me in the Adam's apple with a vicious elbow chop, but I was expecting it and a blazing hand slapped thigh. Kid rubbed the bruise on his arm where my pistol had struck, grinned his wide-eyed maniacal grin, and trotted away.
posted by Latigo Flint @ 12:13 PM
15 comments
15 Comments:
Kid Relish is a plagiarist.
D. Mor: Kid Relish does frequently accost writers on the street and pummel them about the face and head with a cricket bat until they agree to sign away their ideas to him.
Perhaps that's what happened to whomever you're thinking of.
Great idea. It's slick and violent, two good things. I wonder if Kid speaks Spanish, though.
Yes yes yes! Score One For Pedro! Yes!
"Pedro Gonzales, a deaf, blind and mute soccer goalie"
Hmmm. I think a lile genre blending would really spice things up. Maybe if the movie included some medieval torture it could sweep the Golden Globes.
If Pedro got stretched on the rack into a paper thin wail of agony flapping in the wind, he could be stretched and lashed to the goalpost. All soccer balls would trampoline back out, striking the kicker in the face.
I would buy a ticket for that film. On opening day.
My Ts were stolen. Likely by Kid Relish. You bastard. That should read "little genre blending."
Thank you.
For promoting the movie, perhaps they can set up a mobile soccer goal, in which you get to kick balls at a blind, deaf, and dumb man.
I think it's high time you check Kid Relish into a roach hotel.
Kid Relish doesn't have a blog?
Well, he does have an adorable pet name for Latigo.
Excellent ideas Bottle Rocket! I recommended to Kid Relish that he fly to Chicago this instant and hire you to direct. He mumbled something about burning the entire city to the ground just to make sure he gets you.
Mere and LBB, I'm pretty sure I was able to turn off the monitor before he read your comments.
(he is not well you see)
You tell Relish that I'll contaminate him with ketchup before he can reach for his matches.
Besides, only Mrs. O'Leary's cow has ever succeeded in torching this fine metropolis. If Relish would undergo a bovine conversion, I'd give him a chance at arson out of respect for his sacrifice.
I, for one, could not deal with rough-handed farmers yanking my tender udders at sunrise daily.
At first it seemed Relish and Flint were a bit like Blondy and Tuco. But no, Blondy would never have gouged out Tuco's eyes.
If you need a kindly hobo in the film to lift the heros flagging spirits you know were to find me......course I'm not all that kindly when I drink...which is always
A-ha! The pinball wizard has such a supple wrist ;-)
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