Episode #6 - Full List Of Cast And Crew : Alan Smithees from top to bottom

Oh, mellow hello!  

Bet you right enjoyed April’s episode and had a load of fun with the celluloid-themed antics and travesties.  Here, we’d be announcing the winners and runner-ups of the name-all-the-move-ies contest, if there’d been any entries, but as it is we’ll just keep all the prizes fer oor selves.

For what it be worth, here be answers.  Quiet on set, gaffers and giffers;  ACT ONE SCENE etcetera for our opening titles:  Marvin Hamlisch featuring The Yomo Toro Trio  with 'Quiero La Noche'.  It is, of bally course, from Bananas.  You’ll be boogeying already, so let’s keep stumps tapping with Geeta Dutt’s rollicking pumpkin of love that is “Mera Naam Chin Chin Chu Baba” : Fillum; Howrah Bridge.  

You’ll be wanting to sing with it too, so here’s your carry-okay, with translations!

Mera Naam Chin Chin Chu
My Name Chin Chin Chu
Chin Chin Chu Baba Chin Chin Chu

Raat Chandni Main Aur Tu
Night Moonlit Me and you

“Hello Mister, How Do You Do?” ) -2
Baabaa Baabaa Baabaa

Baabuji Main Cheen Se Aayi Cheenee Jaisa Dil Layi
Sir Me China from come, sugar like heart brought

Singapore Ka Yauvan Mera Shanghai Ki Angdayi) -2
Singapore of youth my Shanghai of (Morning stretching))

Dil Par Rakh Le Haath Zara, Ho Jaye Na Paagal Tu -2
Heart on put do hand a bit, may become not crazy

Mera Naam Chin Chin Chu…
My Name Chin Chin Chu
My name is Chin Chin Chu

(Oh Baabuji Main Aur Aap, Kitna Achchha Huwa Milaap
Oh Sir me and you, how good happened meeting

Tujhko Dekh Tabiyat Bhadki, Alladin Ki Main Hoon Ladki) -2
You see mood (burst into flames), Aladdin of I am daughter

Phoonk Doon Mantar Chhu Chu Chu, Sindbaad “the Sailor” Tu -2
Blow can spell Chhu Chu Chu, Sindbad the sailor you

Mera Naam Chin Chin Chu…
My Name Chin Chin Chu
My name is Chin Chin Chu!

THAT WAS EXHAUSTING AND AMAZING.  "This Country's Going to War" from Duck Soup (1933) is a doddle to take in by comparison.

Al Bowlly will hose you down, with a soothing sauce that can only be “Hang Out The Stars In Indiana” (1933).  You’ll recognise this before the first parp is through – it’s from Withnail & I, as you’ll fine know.  Don’t leave them boots in the oven too long, we’ve nearly done getting its guts out!   Staying relaxed enough for now, so keep sat, it’s a second dosage of our Al, this time with “Guilty” (from Frenchy trollope chronicle Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain, yes, that’s right)

Wrong Bowlly, cat.  get to floor for yours.

Before imminent dozing off , have some of this pow-wow: Geeshie Wiley hauling your unremarkable backside into touch with the infested, haunted, and snarling slab of horror that is “Last Kind Word Blues”.  Bob Crumb will see you right if you want more of this stuff, it soundtracked his fillum.

From Three Perfect Minutes, take this on board:

“Geeshie Wiley doesn’t fit any of the molds for 1920s and 1930s blues singers, but her unique style is so captivating perhaps more should have been cast like her. “Last Kind Words Blues” is her masterpiece, a slow, haunting blues that chronicles the final exchange between the narrator and her lover, who is headed to war. The ominous tone captures the narrator’s worry at the impending threat of loss: “If I get killed, if I get killed, please don't bury my soul / I cry just leave me out, let the buzzards eat me whole.”

Wiley’s delivery is reserved but far from mellow, as an almost manic anxiety lurks just below the surface. The guitarist, probably her frequent collaborator Elvie Thomas, is masterful on guitar, strumming a steady rhythm and adding some edgy, minor-key picking here and there to heighten the tension. Despite recording one of the most exciting blues records of her era, Wiley made very few additional records, and almost nothing is known of her.”

note application of jug

Memphis Jug Band time.  This is one of the least cack versions of “He's In The Jailhouse Now” (1930) available, which, as was always going to be necessary, is a song taken from the soundtracking disc from the hit movie “O Brother, Where Art Thou.”  No, you can’t have any more off of off of it.  In fact, it’s a far more gothic avenue we’re dragging you into now: It’s Bride Of Frankenstein-O-Clock!  Woooo-ooo-ooh!  Actually, this soundtrack isn’t much fun, so we’ll cheat here and instead pepper you with one of Elsa Lanchester’s subsequent pop forays: “The Yashmak Song”, taken from an album that can only promise goodness - Elsa Lanchester Sings Bawdy Cockney Songs.  BOY IT DEE LIVVA

disappointing normal hair

"H'ave any 'air?" - "non, ah am H'airless"

But, off to the South Americas now for a sweddy bout of exotics.  No prize-ies for spotting “Brazil” from ‘Brazil’ in there, this is the restrained and dignified Xavier Cugat version, with His Orchestra in full flurgh.  Staying down the South American Way is the fruity fraught-line herself, ‘Oor’ Carmen, this from another Woody effort – jiggle jiggle! (alternatively, pack that in.)  Keep that organic allotment delivery basket handy – you’ll need it to wave wildly at “Banana Boat (Day O)”  Question is,  could we resist the Michiko Hamamura version?  Course not.  (t’ song’s from t’ ‘Beetles Juice’, you’ll be quite aware.)

Had enough fun dancing round the dinner table?  Pooped out?  Grinning from lug to lug?  WELL SETTLE DOWN, MISERABLE PUPPY.  Like a dose of MEDICINES, Gloomy Sunday’s kicked your side door in, SPOONING itself across your larynx, and thwacking the back of your palate.  SWALLOW IT GOOD.  You’ve been spared, because this is the Singin’ Sadie/Sir Al Duvall version, and is thus full of enough wholesome goodness that you’ll not be hoying yourself off the Chain Bridge uncontrollably after your listen. (what would we do without you?  Oh, that.)  More to the point, It’s been in, oh, a whole lot of bunch of move-ies – here’s Ricci having a pop at it in one of them.

- any excuse -

perfect!

Still – Tomorrow Is Another Day.   Who That Man?  No – seriously – who is that man, because he is in severe violation of several local bylaws pertaining to the engorgement of race-related ill-feeling and poor judgement, and he’d be arrested'n'shackled, if only we could find him, but he’s very well disguised.   A Day At The Races comes up trumps, juddering, them Zany Marx Bros. (tm) again at the helm/wheel/paddle. 

To round off, “In Heaven”, from Eraserhead, it’s our first appearance here from archduke Thomas Truax, it’s off his Songs From The Films Of David Lynch collection of masterful interpretations.  Hey, have a look at the central heating behind you, it’s making all kinds of clanging.

you, after all this

Our feet right on the mark, here’s our cue to do that flip-flip-flip-flip-flip-burst into flames that celluloid does when the end’s come out of the back of the projector because it’s all over.

THAT’S IT.

BACK IN MID MAY.

GUESS WHAT?

It’s going to be a EUROVISION SPECIAL!  With added VOTING FOR THE WINNER FUN ACTION!  Get the Babycham in and get your flags out ready to wave, it’ll be a bloody monster!