Four police officers who were flagged down by a store manager as his colleague detained a thief,” telegraph.co.uk reports. “[They] allegedly said they were ‘not kitted up to help’ and drove away.” So much for fighting crime in the Piers Morgan “gun-free” paradise commonly known as the United Kingdom. A country whose subjects are barred from possessing adequate means of defense and punished when they attempt to defend themselves (e.g., farmer Tony Martin’s ongoing ordeal). Where those paid to respond to crime seem to have more urgent priorities . . .
Okay. I promise that not EVERY Sunday Morning Funnies will feature the Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britain. But dag nabbit, they’re funny! and they and this IS the theme from a classic, blacksploitation flick, Shaft. At the time of it’s release, I remember reading something about Shaft being the film with the highest body count – and with the largest number of rounds fired – of any film. I’m sure that record has since been beaten several times over (like a lot of John Shaft’s enemies in the film). But for now, sit back and revel in the musical stylings of the Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britain, as they give movie themes the shaft.
Like last week’s funnies? Well, the Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britain is back, this week with their spin on the theme to the Quinten Tarantino classic, Pulp Fiction. You haven’t lived until you’ve heard a shoot-em-up, film noir, movie homage theme played by a ukelele orchestra. Trust me on this. Or not…click the link above to see (and hear) for your own selves. Enjoy!
You read that headline correctly. Featured above, in our inaugural Sunday Morning Funnies feature, is the musical stylings of the Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britain, (possibly the only thing “great” that’s left in G.B.) with their rendition of the theme from The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly. Stick with it. You have to listen all the way through to appreciate the genius of this group and their interpretation of the Spaghetti Western classic theme. Enjoy!
I’m a sucker for mindless action films. You put enough bullets and bombs into a ninety-minute spectacle and I’m more than happy to waste my time watching the fireballs. I won’t rake the director over the coals for a few plot holes or some stale characters as long as they substitute ass kicking and violence to spackle that in. The Tournament is one of those films that sits right on the edge, then tips gently into the positive zone. If you’re on the hunt for deep characterization, meaningful dialog, and a deeper understanding of the human condition – keep hunting. If you’re in the mood for people getting kicked in the face, rockets flying around screen and people blindly emptying magazine after magazine, well then, come on in.