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December 24, 2001
Ho ho ho, America! Season’s greetings and welcome to a special Christmas edition of “Entertainment Police”. What makes it special, you ask? I’m not sure, but it’s Christmas Eve so why the hell don’t you step off my balls, alright? Damn. If I’d known you were going to be like this I wouldn’t have worn my new shirt. Why don’t we just skip straight ahead to the “Ask Roland” before somebody blows a snot rocket in my eggnog, alright?

Q. Hey Roland, man, what have you been smoking? They must have some powerful drugs up there in commune land, because you forgot to review the greatest movie of all time: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone! You been living under a rock or something, man? This thing’s bigger than Mama Cass retaining water! They should send some Magicals and Muggles and some shit over to your place to give you a wake-up call. Fuck you, dude!
Marty Ramart, Luger, Oregon

A. Nice try, Marty. This reminds me of that “You should review E.T.” joke that was going around several years back. Right, like they’d name a big-shot movie “E.T.” What’s that supposed to stand for? Evil Turkeys? Sounds like a bomb to me. If that was going to be a hit it would have to stand for “Enormous Tits” and it’s not like we’re in Europe here. Here in America we like our sex classy, like in “Bram Stoker’s Dracula” or “Showgirls”. I give you points for creativity in making up a title though, what’s your movie supposed to be about? A wizard trying to pass his gallstones? Bombs away, Marty!

Q. Hey Roland. I just got done watching the second season of The Sopranos on DVD and I have to admit that I was surprised by the death of Salvatore “Big Pussy” Bompensiero. But even more than that, I’m curious as to how you get to be a big mob guy with a nickname like “Big Pussy”. The last time I checked, that wasn’t a compliment. I called an Italian guy “Big Pussy” at a bar one time and he hit me with a table. Is this just bad writing or is this some La Cosa Nostra secret that I don’t know about?
Mersh Lauben, Ripe Grove, Wisconsin

A. Good question, Mersh. While many of us have watched this show faithfully, riveted by the exploits of these big fat singing Italians, few know the behind-the-scenes stories of how the characters came to be. Everyone knows that the lead character of Tony Soprano is based on rough-and-tumble opera bad-boy Lucky Pavoratti, who once beat up a small child for a candy bar during a layover at a train station in Europe. But what few know is that the character of “Big Pussy” Bompensiero is based on real-life opera fatass Flaccid “Big Pussy” Domino, who opens his mouth so wide when he sings that a cat once jumped down his throat after the tuna sandwich he’d eaten for lunch. Hence the nickname, and the occasional weak meows while he’s singing. Personally, I can’t wait for them to base a Soprano character on the third member of their trio, the certifiably hot Tia Carerra, who sings pretty good for a skinny chick.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk movies!


In Theaters Now:

ALI
Listen, I looked the other way when the religious right got fed up with the current state of insipid, bumbling, amoral Hollywood movies and started making their own insipid, bumbling, moral films. Apparently “Super Jesus Christ Brothers” and “The Last Temptation Island of Christ” weren’t enough for them, but that’s fine, let them throw their money into making films that only the heavily stoned or alarmingly elderly will pay to see. But now that lawyers nationwide have decided that they should cut out the middleman and make courtroom dramas themselves, I have to ask: Where do you draw the line? Who’s going to want their own movies next? Women? Black people? Fatties? Anyway, that’s all beside the point, since whoever thought the American Law Institute was a good subject for a movie needs to be held in contempt of entertainment.

Jimmy Nimrod, Boy Genius
Okay, now I’ll be the first one to admit that this, and any other, comedy about a retarded kid who thinks he’s an inventor and super-spy is in bad taste. But you can punch my one-way Amtrak ticket to hell because this is the funniest movie of the year. You’ll laugh until you need head restraints and a drool cup yourself when Jimmy unveils inventions like the dumpling gun and the magic “poop-to-pudding beam”, or when Jimmy’s secret spy pictures of the Russian operatives turn out to be just out-of-focus shots of his privates. I only hope the massive karmic debt wracked up by this film falls on the filmmakers themselves for making it, and not us for laughing because I plan on seeing it twice more this weekend.

The Lords of the Ring: The Fellowship in the Ring
I don’t think I’m going too far out on a limb when I say this has got to be the most heavily anticipated gay boxing movie, ever. Finally a filmmaker has the cajones to address the obvious sexual tension that ensues when two men in their shorts pound each other’s asses for an hour in front of thousands of spectators. Most boxing films to date (except the notable lesbian opus “Raging Bull”) have drawn the line at hugging in the ring, but this brave film shatters that barrier with passionate open-mouth kissing during the fight’s dramatic climax. Certainly more satisfying than the usual “beat ‘em up” ending. Sensitive direction, fabulous costumes and Hector “Macho” Camacho’s first inside-the-ring kiss make this a gay boxing film for the ages.


Now on Video:

Mule in Rouge
Scoot over Francis, there’s a new mule in the spotlight! Loveable Moonie Margot Kidder stars in this hilarious farce produced by hubby, Mr. “Mission: Important” himself, Tom Cruise. Margot’s brother Vlasik from Croatia needs a green card to stay in the country, so with the help of a farmer with a heart of gold, they dress up a mule like a woman to fool the immigration officials and pose as Vlasik’s wife. The only thing is, Vlasik doesn’t realize she’s a mule! You can just imagine the comedy that comes shooting out that hole.

The Center of the World
Once again, those megalomaniacs in Omaha, Nebraska have tipped their hand and wildly overstated their case for tourism for yet another year. To hear these people talk you’d think that Omaha was the fashion, culture and banking capital of the free world. Every year they put out a new movie trying to rope suckers into visiting the Cornhusker state. This one is about on par with last year’s “Omaha Spring Break” and “Nebraska: The Wet T-Shirt State” from the year before, but none can compare with their audacious 1992 entry: “Omaha: Everyone Gets a Blowjob”.

Scary Movie 2
Generic-brand movies are all the rage this year, and why not? Their plain-text posters are easy to read, the admissions are cheap, and who’s to say that once you get inside, they’re not the same as the more expensive brand-name pictures? Who wants to pay for all of that expensive packaging and advertising anyway?


Television:

The Amazing Racist (CBS)
The network that brought you hilarious bigot Archie Bunker is hoping lightning strikes twice with this hour-long drama about a loveable Louisiana state legislator who always says the wrong thing, to the horror of his politcally correct spin doctors.

The Tick (Fox)
The terrifying Edgar Allen Poe story about a clock that won’t let its owner forget the murder he committed doesn’t exactly make for hit sitcom material. The star power of Tom Wopat is wasted and the show is neither funny nor scary. What a huge disappointment from the network that shook things up with groundbreaking shows like Married to Children and The Tex-Mex Files.

The Garbageman (CBS)
CBS turns to the tried and true formula for success again with this show about an amateur sleuth. In this case, a smart trash-talking garbage man (James Earl Jones) finds a dead body in a dumpster every week which leads him on a brand new mystery to find out whodunnit. Predictable? Maybe. Successful? Sure ‘nuff! I’m predicting the biggest hit for CBS since Murder She Dead.

Video Games:

Forever Kingdom (PS2)
This game is, of course, based on that syndicated show about a guy who’s a cop by day and a king of a small mediterranean country by night. Not bad, some fun moments, but the fact the show was canceled years ago doesn’t get me very excited to play it. Just shows how long it takes to program stuff for that Playstation 2.

Blood Wake (XB)
Nauseating game where you’re a teen-ager trying to find out why there’s so much blood in your nocturnal emissions. I’ve never been into that zombie-fighting role player game crap in the first place, but this one hit a little too close to home for me. Trust me, dude, just cut down to three or four times a week and everything ought to be fine.

NBA Inside Driver 2002 (XB)
For all of you people who say there’s never been a successful game playing as Shaquille O’Neil’s chauffeur… you keep on saying it. This dillhole game is as boring as driving games get. Where to next, Mr. O’Neil? Nike endorsement deal? Kazaam sequel negotiations? Recording studio for another rap album? Yessir, your 10-foot-tall holiness. What a biter.

Okay, America. May you sleep tight tonight with visions of sugarbeets dancing in your head, and I hope Santa brings you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Unless you’ve been dreaming of writing entertainment reviews for the commune. If that’s the case, then fuck right off. And Merry Christmas.


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