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Ape Week: Lancelot Link 🌭

Happy Ape Week! Today I’m talking about Lancelot Link: The 1970 spy-spoof television show starring exclusively chimps. It was a simpler time in America. A time when adequate men could become very rich by asking “what if anything, but chimps?” And they did. They did ask that. The writers behind Get Smart asked producers “what if we did more Get Smart, but chimps?” They were given a record-breaking seven figure budget for this astonishing idea.

I have lots of TOTALLY APESOME facts about Lancelot Link!

Here’s one: The chimps were made to “talk” by rubbing peanut butter on their gums. Most also knew a hand signal, which looked like the universal yapping gesture for “blah blah blah.” When they saw a human go “blah blah blah,” they’d all start flapping their mouths like bees got into the muppet set.

This is Tonga, the chimp who played Lancelot Link, and the only one who didn’t know the hand signal. Instead they had him chew gum in every scene. He loved it!

Today, you get to choose to know that, and only that. Or you can also know the APESOLUTELY TRAGIC facts, which will pop up in italics, like so:

APESOLUTELY TRAGIC!

Tonga despised the set veterinarian in a way normally reserved for grindhouse revenge movies. His trainer, Daryll, warned the showrunners “someday, he will get that vet.” Daryll is one of those prophetic ape trainers who can foretell ape tragedy. It’s actually really easy: Is there an ape around? There’s tragedy. While being led off set one day, Tonga leapt over the other chimp’s heads, scaled a wall, and sunk his teeth into the vet. This happened on the very first and only time studio executives visited the set. They showed up to a multimillion dollar ape disaster, witnessed a man being devoured by a chimpanzee, then walked away and pulled funding. I’m kidding. They did not pull funding.

Let’s meet the rest of the cast. There was Mata Hairi, whose voice actor once played “all the children in a Japanese train wreck” on an episode of Godzilla. I don’t actually know if that’s fun or not. That’s uh, that’s a NEUTRAL MANDRILL fact!

There was Commander Darwin, who gives his “theory” on each case – that’s almost but not quite a pun. Good job, writers of Get Smart! Darwin was voiced by Bernie Koppell, who you probably don’t know as Doc from Love Boat. NEUTRAL MANDRILL!

We’re being overrun by Neutral Mandrills. Let’s get-

TOTALLY APESOME!

Show writers were brought on after the chimp’s scenes were recorded, and made to match their dialogue to the chimp’s random peanut butter licks. As a writer, that’s the saddest job I can possibly imagine, and they were not very good at it. They filled out dialogue with insane gibberish, wild screeching, random coughs, gags, and sneezes. The only way it could have been sadder is if they had actually tried. Oh no, this was supposed to be TOTALLY APESOME! Uh…. t-this is maybe the most creative control a chimp has ever exerted over man! TOTALLY APESOME!

Our hero chimps worked for an organization called APE: the Agency to Prevent Evil.

That’s actually pretty solid. Is it weird to be proud of these writers when they get a win? It’s like watching an orphan catch a game-winning homerun at the World Series. Let them enjoy that moment while they can, you know an eBay reseller’s going to mug them in the parking lot.

It’s APE’s job to fight CHUMP.

The Criminal Headquarters for Underworld Master Plan. Oh no, there’s that eBay mugging.

CHUMP was run by the Baron, also voiced by Koppell, who previously played the villain Siegfried on Get Smart. Here he’s branching out by playing exactly Siegfried again, only for less money and shared credit with an ape, because he’s a home run orphan waiting for his turn in the parking lot.

The Baron was a foppish German evil genius, and here’s something TOTALLY APESOME! The chimp who played him loved his monocle so much that he never took it off. If it fell out, he’d put it back in himself – he was not trained to do this!

There was Dr. Strangemind, an eccentric mad scientist.

They actually taught him to play with those little beakers! He runs back and forth pouring liquids from flask to flask with this genuine look of concentration on his face, it’s magical. I love that a chimp knows how to do science now, but not why. If he ever escapes his cage at the Maybelline facility, they’ll find him in the lab inventing a new kind of foundation that gives you third degree burns. That doesn’t count as an APESOLUTELY TRAGIC fact because it’s only very probably true.

There’s the Baron’s bodyguard and chauffeur, Creto:

I know what you’re thinking. That’s a borderline offensive caricature of Kato, the Asian bodyguard/chauffeur from Green Hornet. That’s on you, that’s your bias showing. Creto is a directly offensive Mexican stereotype. That’s a little thing the 1970s called diversity.

It seems hard to fuck up a comedy show for kids starring all chimps. Basically just don’t make all the humor extremely racial and you’re good to go. Meet Dragon Woman:

Huh, no ape pun for that name. I guess I don’t have one either. Something about bananas being- no, this was the right call. This was the classy move. Here’s her henchman, Wang Fu:

That’s sort of adjacent to a pun on kung fu? Although I should clarify they did not teach this chimp kung fu for the show. I probably didn’t need to clarify that actually, we’d have a national holiday to mourn the ensuing massacre if they did.

There was Ali Assa Seen, the Arabic chimp henchman. Wouldn’t it be crazy if I told you he was actually a really sensitive and progressive portrayal of Arabs at the time? I am not telling you that.

It’s been a while since we’ve had a TOTALLY APESOME fact! Here’s one: That’s a real hawk on his shoulder. They were friends!

It’s also been a while since we’ve had an APESOLUTELY TRAGIC fact! Here’s one: The hawk is with Ali because he’s the only chimp who wouldn’t tear it apart. That seems like one of those things you can only find out through trial and error…

Finally, the Duchess:

No notes. A chimp pretending to be a posh English dame is the hand grenade of comedy. You don’t have to aim it real well; it still works pretty good if you miss.

I mentioned earlier they secured a record-breaking seven figure budget for this pilot, right? It was called:

And right away it opens with a cultural constant nightmare. A terror inexplicably shared across every human civilization, no matter how disparate.

Teaching a chimp to use scissors on another chimp is illegal everywhere except floating fight clubs in international waters. Even there it’s frowned upon as crass – a sophisticated chimp wields the katana.

APESOLUTELY TRAGIC! Speaking of chimps fighting with scissors, there was a rumor that all the male chimps were castrated before production, and that’s ultimately how PETA got the show shut down. That’s not true: They actually castrated the chimps one day before filming, and PETA has never accomplished anything. Also, castration didn’t help: the chimps were exactly as aggressive on set, so the only net good here was the bag of Purina they turned those 12 monkey cocks into.

The APE agent’s cover was a psychedelic hippy band called the Evolution Revolution playing out of the Coconut Grove club, which was really just a flimsy excuse to dress chimps like hippies and have them wail on instruments. You know what? I’ll take it.

TOTALLY APESOME! Chimpanzees usually hit things with the backs of their hands, and with both hands at the same time. But when trainers handed them their musical instruments, all the chimps just seemed to get it. At first they only flailed wildly with their paws facing down, but as soon as the director played music through on-set speakers, every chimp synced up to the beat. It mystifies Chimp Hop experts to this day!

APESOLUTELY TRAGIC! The chimp on drums stole the show. His name was Blackie. In the documentary I Created Lancelot Link, the showrunners are given his picture. They have this exchange:

“Remember him?”

“Oh yeah, Charlie.”

“Blackie.”

“Blackie, right. He was the one that had the stroke.”

WHY ARE YOU READING THESE?

The best thing Lancelot Link ever did was teach these chimps to dance. And they took to it instantly. This chimp fucking rules!

Fucking rules in particular, out of an entire party of dancing hippy chimps! That’s like making Valedicktorian in All Hunk High School (check my Patreon for more AHHS).

Let’s get to the pilot. Ali Assa Seen is recruited by the Baron to steal the Star of Karachi Diamond, which is worth a shocking three million dollars. CHUMP brags at one point that even after they split it, they’ll get 500k each. Also known as “not enough to buy a starter house anymore.” That joke wasn’t TOTALLY APESOME, and I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you:

Look at his little hawk friend riding his shoulder, surely bragging to all the other hawks about his sick problematic chimp mech.

Ali is supposed to hand the diamond off to Dragon Woman and Wang Fu, who’s using chopsticks when we meet him!

That chimp is working those chopsticks better than a conservative uncle at Panda Express, and I’m so fucking proud of him. Although hey, real quick, what do you think is the maximum number of racist props you can legally glue to an ape?

I don’t know the answer, either. I think it’s one less than this:

APESOLUTELY TRAGIC! The writers use lip syncing fills as an excuse for extra racism here. “Ah so,” and “me no,” and at least one racist sneeze. I didn’t know that was a thing!

IT IS VERY MUCH A THING.

I’m sorry if you’ve been avoiding tragedy so far and saw that, I don’t know how to make a screenshot italic.

Because it’s really hard to get chimps to do anything but fuck and eat vets, and because that seven figure budget was for sure a way to launder coke-money, the entire heist happens offscreen. Ali just shows up the next scene with the diamond already stolen:

These episodes are ten minutes long, we are eight minutes into the very first one, and the most we’ve done is watch a chimp eat with chopsticks. Don’t get me wrong, I’m real fucking proud of my boy – I’ll watch him maw those noodles down for an entire two-hour special feature. But for three-quarters of the pilot episode? And the other quarter is all phone calls?

Look, I know it’s pretty funny to imagine what one ape has to say to another on the telephone. “Probably something about bananas!” Say the writers, inwardly praying for a gas explosion. But the pilot episode is where you go all out to sell the concept, and the concept here was “chimps doing spy shit.” There’s only one more scene left, surely they won’t-

And that’s it! That’s the pilot. Now, remember it is a two-parter, but also remember studio execs will watch the absolute bare minimum of something before making a snap decision about its fate, because everyone in the world is sick of doing their job when they could be getting head on a yacht. Just imagine authorizing a seven figure budget and getting back a ten minute reel of chimpanzees opening and closing their mouths next to phones. If this was any other decade but the 1970s, in any other place but Hollywood, somebody would have been fired for Lancelot Link. Instead people like this were allowed to fail upward and upward until they negligently killed two children with a helicopter, and even then it just meant they had to fail sideways from now on.

We’re getting APESOLUTELY TRAGIC when we should be TOTALLY APESOME!

Quick, look at Tonga in his little ascot.

I know that’s not a fact, but look at his bashful smile. He knows he’s handsome. That’s a fact!

In part two of “There’s No Business Like Snow Business,” Ali Assa Seen rides a camel from the Middle East all the way to a ski resort in the Alps to fence that stolen diamond. Ignore the inexplicable racism of that – they actually got a chimp to ride a camel!

That’s a hawk riding a chimp riding a camel, or as zoologists call it: The beginning of the end. This looks like the start of a transformation sequence in one of the weirder Sentai series. I imagine this is the kind of brag that gets you laid at animal trainer conventions. They would name this accomplishment after you, they’d call it the Daryll Trio and you’d get to sidle up to two ladies at the hotel bar who always smell like horse and ask if they’d like to make a Daryll Trio of their own. It would work. It would work. What a moment, what a victory…

To be immediately overshadowed by this chimp getting stuck in a hat.

Man, I could watch a chimp get lost in a ski mask for five straight minutes which is good, because that’s what happens. But I would not need seven figures to film this. All I’d need is your dumbest chimp, your most complicated ski mask, and a cameraman who failed the Voight-Kampff test.

This is not the showrunner’s proudest moment.

TOTALLY APESOME! When asked what their proudest moment was, the creators of Lancelot Link said it was this shot:

Understandable. That rules. It’s got everything: Chimps, silly outfits, attempted sports. This establishing shot of the ski resort took 30 chimps to film!

APESOLUTELY TRAGIC! They filmed this in California during the summer, where it was “110 degrees in the shade.” The chimps had to be out in the direct sun at midday, in heavy parkas, with bulky objects strapped to their feet and hands, while repeatedly being shoved down a hill. Also all that snow was fake, which in 1970, means it was probably asbestos.

But how did they keep the little guys from eating shit on those skis? I’m glad you asked:

Then there’s an all-chimp toboggan chase. That alone is worth a quarter million dollars to one specific guy, and he’s a rich Swiss pervert with a chimp fetish. Which means he still would have considered this episode a rip-off since it cost at least four times that to film.

We close out on a big chimp snowball fight!

TOTALLY APESOME! They clearly accomplished this by standing just offscreen and whipping snowballs at unsuspecting chimps. Or wait, maybe that’s not TOTALLY APESOME! No, come on, a snowball is pretty harmless and it’s a fantastic day at work when you get to whomp a chimp with a fistful of snow. Besides, I’m saving the-

APESOLUTELY TRAGIC fact! That’s Mata Hairi in the red hat and blue sweater combo, and she obviously gets the worst whomping. Maybe that’s because, when asked about Debbie, the chimp who plays Mata Hairi, showrunners said “she was a bitch chimp. If there’s a thing called a bitch chimp, Debbie was a bitch chimp.”

TOTALLY APESOME! “Whomp the bitch chimp” is a fun onomatopoeia you can use to beatbox Darude’s “Sandstorm!”

Link and Mata trick the evil chimps into tossing them the stolen diamond in one of the snowballs, and that’s the end of the two-part pilot! The seven figure two-part pilot! The successful seven figure two-part pilot that was ordered to series based on this footage! TOTALLY APESOLUTELY APESOMELY TRAGIC!

Wait, you haven’t heard my favorite story. It is both TOTALLY APESOME and APESOLUTELY TRAGIC. You can’t separate one from the other. It happens while filming the episode “Bonana” which, holy shit, is the title of the all-chimp Bonanza parody. I take back everything I said about these writers. They were tasked with shoveling shit and they made an all-shit Veiled Virgin.

First, and most importantly, look at the chimps ride the ponies!

How did they make sure the chimps didn’t eat shit while doing this? I’m glad you asked:

The less said about the motorcycles, the better.

This story isn’t about Pony Chimps vs. The Motorcycle Apes, that’s a more personal tale you have to sign up for my Patreon to read. It’s really about my relationship with my father. This story is about the chimp who played the Indian in “Bonana” which, don’t worry, is exactly as tasteful as you assume:

To the surprise of no one except everyone involved in making Lancelot Link, as soon as they got this chimp all dressed up like a genocide and let him free in the forests of California, he bolted.

Yes, in full costume.

They had no contingency plans for rogue chimps in redface. It wasn’t in any of the binders. Those all dealt with rogue yellowface chimps, plus one Mexican, and the tactics just don’t carry over. The showrunners couldn’t do anything but stand around, hoping whatever child it tore the face off of was near-sighted.

A few hours later, the chimp shows up again. As the showrunners describe it: “A hippy – a human hippy – comes walking out of the woods hand in hand with this little Indian chimp.”

Weird emphasis theirs. Personally I think it would’ve been wilder if the hippy was another chimp, escaped from a rival production across the forest. Kind of a Romeo and Juliet thing. Again, check my Patreon.

The hippy had a cabin out in those woods and was just chilling there, presumably stoned out of his mind, when he looked up and saw Chief Chimp staring through his window. Instead of assuming he was in the fun part of an anti-drug PSA, he decided to go out there and bond with an ape. Then, instead of hopping in a van with a chimp and having a series of grand adventures solving musical mysteries across the USA, this fucking hippy soured chimp/man relations forever by betraying his new friend and returning it to the set.

Another thing the showrunners don’t specifically say, because they don’t have to: Chief Chimp was high as shit when he came back.

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Ape Week: The Many Faces of Tim Curry in Congo 🌭

Your cries have been heard, hotdog children. You demanded that I return to my roots and rate Tim Curry’s faces in the movie Congo for Ape Week. I wish rating Tim Curry’s faces wasn’t my greatest talent. I wish the space in my brain that I keep for Tim Curry face rating would hold something useful like math or CPR, or how to make a diamond into an ape-killing laser. I’ve now watched Congo twice in two years, thanks to 1900HOTDOG. A government employee should be sent to check on me any minute now, and I will tell them, “I’m fine; Hotdog made me do it!”

After watching Congo entirely focused on Tim Curry, I’ve come to realize this movie underutilized Tim Curry. His face isn’t even featured on the poster! What a whiff. He’s doing what he does best here, playing both a villain and a bit of comic relief. Funny villain is actually difficult to pull off and he is the master of it. We love him, but when we see a gorilla bash his head in with its fist, we’re like, “Yeah, that seems right.”

Tim Curry’s acting in this movie is downright subtle. He’s letting the accent do a lot of the heavy lifting, and boy is it lifting. I made a note of some of my favorite pronunciations Herkemer Holmolka made in this movie, but it doesn’t translate well into writing. If you want, you can listen to our extensive, perfect impressions on the Dogg Zzone 9000 Podcast episode about Congo. Or, you can picture Count Chocula over pronouncing every syllable in the word diamonds, and that’s basically it. When we first see Tim Curry, he’s doing a gentle evil smirk that is so restrained I barely recognise him. One out of a million Tim Curries. What is happening to our boy?

Congo doesn’t linger on Tim Curry’s little smiles. It doesn’t pan in on his evil scowls. It’s taught me to appreciate Curry in a new way. Ignore the main characters in the scene; ignore the plot; it’s laser gorillas anyway; watch the Curry! His usual brilliance is in there; they just don’t want you to know. Why would you hide this 3.5 out of five Tim Curry face from us, Congo?

A human/gorilla hybrid has to throw a decapitated human head at Tim Curry for us to get that reaction out of him, and it’s so underplayed. It’s a quiet little moment between Tim Curry and that skull where he has to show so many emotions with one quick expression. Yet when you see that face, you know immediately that man is looking at a human skull that’s been torn off at the hands of a super ape that can only be killed by lasers or volcanoes. This is a two-second clip where they quickly cut to other actors reacting to the head. Who cares! Tim Curry is there.

The worst thing that happens in the movie Congo is that a man has to burn a leech off of his dick as a comedic bit, and we never get to see Time Curry’s reaction to it. He’s not in that scene at all, so that face is lost to history. Instead, we’ll have to be sustained by Tim Curry, sadly contemplating a little snack. Timmy loves a snack! I give four out of nine Tim Curry’s.

Did that sesame cake kill his mother? The man looks devastated, absolutely crushed by a pastry. A Congo congoisseur might recognize this as the scene where a soldier screams at him to “STOP EATING MY SESAME CAKE.” On closer rewatch, this is the look right before Tim eats the cake. It makes me realize he knew he shouldn’t eat the cake, but he did it anyway. What a scamp, how perfectly in character. He’s tortured by his love of that sesame cake. Then, after he gets yelled at for his love of cake, he turns to Ernie Hudson to see if he’ll fight for his right to eat cake, and I give that face four Tim Curries, plus a secret fifth one (he’s hiding).

This scene is the most we get to see Tim Curry being Tim Curry before the heads start to come off. He was made for the drama and intrigue of the last fifteen minutes of Congo and not for understated wandering-through-the-jungle-and-joking-about-a-guy-fucking-a-gorilla middle of Congo. You might wonder what the heck Tim Curry’s character is doing there for most of the middle of the movie, and the answer is he’s waiting around to make this face.

Woah, I’m so sorry that was far too powerful of a face this early in the article. It almost overloaded our system, but I managed to use some diamonds I found in the jungle to reconfigure a few things. Let’s take it down a notch and appreciate Tim Curry’s subtle anger at Ernie Hudson for outing him as a Romanian con man who is somehow not faking that accent.

A mere seven Tim Curries for that one. I’ve seen the kind of rage this man harbors for Kermit The Frog. I’ve seen the darkest depths of his soul reflected in the black button eyes of a Muppet, so I can’t buy this burst of rage at Ernie Hudson. However, when Ernie Hudson absolutely destroys Tim Curry later in the movie, I do believe his utter despair. Three Tim Curries, BUT they’re all smoking cigarettes.

Uh oh, I just accidentally released the title of my Congo fan fiction early. Nobody take Ernie Hudson Absolutely Destroys Tim Curry from me, I called dibs. Tim Curry is so hot in this movie; like physically, he’s sweaty a lot, and it makes me wonder if there was an intern specifically in charge of dampening Tim Curry between takes. Here’s a sweaty Tim Curry in a Walt Disney World cave, realizing he might not get to see any diamonds on this Congo trip and will, therefore, never get to make the perfect face he was hired for. A solid five Tim Curries, one of them is smoking even though I specifically asked him not to.

During the last half of the movie, we get my second favorite genre of Tim Curry faces, which I call Scream Queen Tim Curry. We usually know him as a snide, cocky man, making indistinct British noises of joy, but his indistinct British noises of despair are just as good. Here’s Tim Curry realizing he’s in the movie Congo, a meta king, seven out of 12 Tim Curries.

What face would you make if you were about to be punched to death by a human/ape hybrid? Would it be something that reads as, “not this again?” Because that’s what I take from Tim Curry’s absolute exhaustion at the appearance of the murder monkey. What is the backstory on this? Tim Curry has created such a rich history for Herkimer Homolka we’ll never fully understand his complicated relationship with death and killer ape-men, nine very confused Tim Curries.

After a gorilla mauling, you are about to be smashed into liquid Tim Curry here in the Lost City of Zinj. Action.

The power of Tim Curry has been disseminated to a subatomic level. I am Tim Curry. You are Tim Curry; just kidding. None of us are cool enough to be a Tim Curry. It would be a great reveal if Lydia Bugg was a pseudonym for Tim Curry this whole time. Let’s say that’s how I end this article. You don’t get to be Tim Curry. Only I am Tim Curry! Yeah, I like that better.

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Upsetting Day: Wake in Fright 🌭

Just after midnight, outside the last Tower Records in existence, deep in the bowels of one of Wuhan’s apartment cities, a lonely, pixelated saxophone plays. Rifling through his yellow plastic bag and grasping at hope is a desperate man on his way to nowhere. He’s got a date with a black box the size of a stack of pizzas. He just bought…laserdiscs in the rain.

This is of course the ongoing column-within-a-column where I dissect weird movies my Dad made me watch way too young because he was excited to have scored the laserdiscs. DVDs in the snow has been suspended; apologies to its many fans.

When the pater familias sat me and my brother down to choke on today’s film, he said it was “a cult classic” and “represented Australia perfectly.” I was already old enough to know that meant desolation and scorpion toxin- six – but what I hadn’t counted on was how little else there really is to the continent.

This movie represents Australia perfectly the same way vegemite represents Australia perfectly: by being disgusting and baffling anyone raised in a society. To this day, every time someone tells me a film “perfectly encapsulates Australia” that seems to be code for lots of shots of empty hellscape and people being unrepentantly brutal to one another. Sometimes Guy Pearce is there.

1971’s Wake In Fright falls squarely into one of my Dad’s favorite laserdisc subgenres, “imported foreign movies where nothing happens.” You spend the entire first half of the movie waiting for a plot to spin up before realizing “oh, wait, him rambling around talking to dipshits is the plot.” But unlike your average early ’70s hippie bullshit snoozer, Wake In Fright has the added benefit of making you feel greasy and scummy the entire time, like a movie made entirely of Ren & Stimpy extreme closeups.

This climaxes in a sequence so shocking I’m going to talk about it later to force you to read the whole article (here’s a hint: piles of dead kangaroos!).

In a nutshell, Wake in Fright tells the story of what happens when you’re broke and wasted in the Australian outback, but with a little less sandy penetration than you’re imagining.

The opening sequence takes place at a schoolhouse so remote that if you order DoorDash to it it costs you your firstborn child and several liters of blood (plus convenience fee). The school and the hotel that comprise the town duel across some railroad tracks over who can be dumpier, and both win. Then we find out the movie is based on a book, so you know you’re in trouble.

Like our protagonist, a shitty schoolteacher who gets waylaid by yokels while on his way back to Sydney to meet his girlfriend, the film takes a number of leisurely pit stops to soak up local color, by which I primarily mean a bar where people bet on coin tosses and treat it like a goddamn fight club.

Really, I can’t stress enough that a full twenty minutes of this acclaimed movie is watching people toss coins, bet on whether the coins will come up heads or tails, and then process those bets. It’s like if Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead was sent by England to colonize aboriginal land.

This was the point in the movie I remember asking Dad if we really had to watch this on my birthday, to which he replied “twice because you just talked.” As for the rest of Acts I and II, this lovingly restored masterpiece of Aussie cinema (or “chunderwuzzer” as they call it) is essentially one long beer commercial, which also feels achingly right.

The teacher gets a couple beers at his hotel, takes a train and has some train beer with the train people, then heads to a bar for a couple beers. To establish that he loves his girlfriend, we even get a flashback where he rubs a beer lovingly on her titties.

Australia, if you’re trying to communicate that you all have to piss very badly most of the time, I’m reading you loud and clear. Speaking of clear, that’s the same color this guy’s pee has never been. The one time he does drink water, it’s from a single water glass that the whole train shares, because Australia is a primitive land where water is scarce and backwash belongs to the community.

After he gambles away all his money, he goes on a drunken bender through the outback meeting a host of colorful hillbillies. It’s like Deliverance but if there was no rape and no one was forcing you to do it, you’re just an asshole who wants to gawp at yokels. Yet even though no humans die, Wake in Fright somehow feels so much grosser than Deliverance that the yokels from Deliverance probably use it as training material.

Somewhere along the way he shares a meal with Donald Pleasence, which I bring up because the steak cost a dollar and came with fries and unlimited free coffee. This comprises the most pleasant concept presented in the film.

Despite this largesse, it’s impossible to come away without the impression that Australians are a sad and violent cadre of drunken wastrels scrabbling in the dirt like dogs just to forget their awful lives for one fleeting moment. People keep asking us “don’t you like it here?” like those Twilight Zone folks who had to stay positive all the time. Also, their accents are so thick that the movie sometimes has subtitles even though they’re speaking English, or at least their pitiable approximation of it, mate.

The teacher whose name escapes me takes a brief pause from downing beers like shots to try and cheat on his girlfriend, the ale-tittied one, but is saved from infidelity by the fact that the second he gets his pants undone he fully vomits the entire contents of his stomach right by the lady’s head. This is, I’m going to assume now and forever, how all Australians make love. Finally, a lovemaking scene I can show to my wife and say “See? It’s normal!”

Empty and therefore ready for more beer, our hero heads back inside and we spend ten minutes on a montage of the evening’s entertainment, which is betting on when a pregnant dog will pop and waterboarding Donald Pleasence with beer while he stands on his head – you know, party stuff.

The climax of the movie comes later that night when he goes out into the brush with some buddies. Things start off strong when it appears that the ghostbusters have arrived.

Unfortunately, we find out it’s the Australian ghostbusters, by which I mean drunken assholes hunting kangaroo. They kill one baby kanga with a hunting dog, one with their car, and one with a gun, like trying to rack up a combo multiplier in a Tony Hawk game.

Then they just generally massacre kangaroos with rifles for so long that it goes from day to night and you forget what the rest of the movie was about, before bitterly remembering it was nothing and you’ve wasted yet more of your precious life.

Speaking of wasted life, the footage of murdered roos is actually just…real footage of guys murdering kangaroos. The film crew tagged along with some hunters because it was cheaper than effects, and I suspect this is the only reason the movie’s still talked about. This was what weirdos had to watch before the advent of rotten.com.

As a result, we’re treated to dead and dying kangaroos shot multiple times, entrails out, pouches ritually defiled, the works. The film crew was actually so disgusted by the drunken hunters that they faked an equipment failure to end the night early. What’s incredible, though, is that just after experiencing that, they decided making a bunch of other people experience it would be cool too. Hey, so did I! Here’s a man wrestling with a kangaroo until he’s able to slit its throat.

That’s also the part where Dad leaned over to me and repeated “Cult. Classic.” I settled into my oshkosh and sipped a juicebox apprehensively. This movie makes you feel gross all the way down, like a turd wrapped in boogers. Then it proudly proclaims to be representing what Australia’s really like, and I have no reason to question that except for the lack of venomous scorpions.

Our guy ultimately does one smart thing and tries to shoot himself in the head to get out of Australia, but instead he wakes up in the hospital, presumably with a beer IV, and the doctors call it an accident.

The key takeaway here is that no one made this man do these things. The movie acts like he’s stuck in Hell, but he could hop a train out of there at any time, he just chooses not to. He wrestles and sleeps in shit and flies and then goes home; that’s the whole plot. At the end he just goes back to being a schoolteacher and tells his pal about what amounts to his Wild Spring Break.

You did it, Wake in Fright. I fear Australia. I fear her and her half-formed progeny. Between this, The Proposition and Fury Road, I believe Australia may be the literal gateway to the underworld, and I hope I never set foot in her until I’m finally called home to her cursed shores for my wicked deeds. Additionally, g’day to any Aussie fans out there!

This article was brought to you by our fine sponsor and Hot Dog Supreme: Kyle Campbell, who fought extra hard in every boxing match he’s had against a kangaroo purely out of spite for the animal.

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Best of 2023 – Lydia Bugg

Lydia Bugg has had a very Upsetting 2023. Well, we all have. We’ll be more specific: 2023 is the year Lydia earned the coveted Most Enemies Award in this year’s Weenie’s! All of Lydia’s Hot Dog Enemies, from Revelation Road Director Gabriel Sabloff to followers of the boring ghost prophet Seth, can only hate her half as much as we love her. And that’s a lot! Holy shit, watch your back, Liddy.

Upsetting Day: Wuthering High

You know what the teens love, but don’t get enough of? Wuthering Heights. You know what else the teens love, but don’t get enough of? James Caan. That’s right, teens: Rollerball’s James Caan. Undercover Grandpa’s James Caan! Together at last with Wuthering Heights! Just like you teens asked for!

Upsetting Day: Nathfield

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Upsetting Day: Reel Short TV

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Upsetting Day: TikTok Shrimp Dance Man

TikTok Shrimp Dance Man! TikTok! Shrimp! Dance! Man! Every word less erotic than the last, he’s the only man who dances shrimp, sexually of course, in and around your mouth for the applause of strangers!

Fucking Day: Labor of Love

Hey look, our very own Liddy Bugg actually found the devil. He produced this reality show about strange, untrustworthy men competing to impregnate a desperate woman. You owe Lydia one wish, Scratch! She has guessed your disguise, those are the rules!