My cousin has a saying : if it's green it's trouble, if it's fried...eat double. He may weigh 300 lbs, but he's never had to fight a lettuce for his dinner
Attack of the Killer Tomatoes ... OMG ... I'm gonna have to dig that out and watch it ... haven't watched it in a while ... PUUUUUUUUBERTYYYYYYY LUUUUVVVVVVVV ... ROFL
Reminds me of when I auditioned for a part in the classic sci-fi movie "Day of the Triffids". Based on a book by Isaac Wyndham, one of the all-time great sci-fi writers if my memory serves me right. It could have been John Heinlein, or maybe even Philip K. Dickov, but it was a long time ago. Arthur C. Smith wrote a few good ones too, but apart from "3001 - a Space Omelette", he didn't do too much that was interesting.
Anyway, "Day of the Triffids" was about giant plants taking over the world - including Canada! - and was to become one of the best ever movies.
MGM, who financed the film, wanted about 100 extras who were to dress up in huge plant costumes and terrorize people.
I reckoned that, with my experience in amateur dramatics as a sunflower in "The Wizard of Oz" at the Banff Little Theatre in 1962, I'd be a cast iron certainty for one of the roles.
I mean, how much acting skill does it take to be a fucking hydrangea? Really?
But just to make sure, I spent a few weeks in the garden, studying the flowers and talking to them. I'd lie for hours just gazing at delphiniums, marigolds, roses - just getting into character, and trying to see the dark side of nature. I mean, how could such beautiful things be so evil and try to take over the world? Beats me, but the show must go on!
Whatever.... I turned up for the screen test in a costume my wife made for me. Sort of green trousers, yellow vest and a furry hat with petals stuck on to the top. JEEZ! I looked fucking real man! I mean, you couldn't tell me from a real flower. And I had a pair of big glasses made with sort of black and white spirals on them so I could look evil.
To cap the whole effect, I sprayed myself in liquid horse manure just so's I'd have an advantage over the other guys who were auditioning.
Well, I got to the gate to the lot, and one of the security guards said I smelled like a Jamaican whore's cunt and wouldn't let me in. So that was the end of that.
FUCK IT! It was a really bad movie anyway. Not nearly as good as some other killer flower flicks that have been made since.
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