The Unseen Sea.
The jewish barber’s speech from The Great Dictator (1940). A poor jewish barber looks just like the bad dictator and is mistaken for him. He uses his chance to deliver a speech to the people disguised as the Dictator. A speech of love and kindness.
Chaplin managed to create one of the most beautiful and epic speeches of all time in the end scene of The Great Dictator. This was also Chaplin’s first true talking picture and his best grossing film ever. This film and speech has also great significance because it was delivered just before the WW2 broke loose.
Stefon’s Wedding |x| SNL 18/5/2013
German Smurfs, Gizblow the coked up Gremlin, Human Fire Extinguishers, Ben Affleck and is that Ryan Seacrest? No it’s a drowned albino who looks like Axl Rose.
I’m going to miss Bill Hader.
Doctor Who - Graves
Favorite Films: The Lion King (1994)
New York’s hottest club is: Crease
Description: Club promoter Tranny Oakley has gone all out.
This place has everything: Lights, psychos, Furbies, screaming babies in Mozart wigs, sunburned drifters with soap sud beards.
Soap sud beards? You know, that thing when the hobo becomes a rich man, so they take that big bubble bath?
New York’s hottest club is: Wesh
Description: Nine-year-old Tokyo pimp Ichiaku Guru is back with an all new hotspot that answers the question, “WHAT?!”
This place has everything: Trance, stilts, throw-up music, an albino that looks like Susan Powter, Teddy Graham people.
Teddy Graham people? It’s that thing of when a guy has the stumpy arms, but with the belly.
New York’s hottest club is: Twice
Description: Don’t be thrown off when you’re greeted at the door by a rabbi that looks like Joaquin Phoenix — you’re in the right place. Also, it’s owned by Robert Blake.
This place has everything: Gauze, carnival barkers, groups of guys with afros in graduation caps, human fire hydrants.
Human fire hydrants? You know, it’s that thing of when high-waisted midgets have like, the red pants and the big ass.
New York’s hottest club is: Slice
Description: Club promoter Gay Liotta is back, and this time he’s… gone… crazy.
This place has everything: Twinks, gypsies, grown men in wedding dresses, a cat from a bodega, puppets in disguise.
Puppets in disguise? It’s that thing of when Alf wore a trench coat, so he could go out into public.
New York’s hottest club is: Taste
Description: Nightlife designer Tranny Griffith is back with an all-new club that answers the question, “Huh?!?” Don’t look for a bouncer — there isn’t one. Instead, the door’s guarded by 10 jacked homeless guys in old-fashioned bathing suits.
This place has everything: Ice sculptures, winos, Germfs – German smurfs – a Teddy Ruxpin wearing mascara, an old lady wearing Kid ‘N Play hair, and none other than DJ Baby Bok Choy.
DJ Baby Bok Choy? He’s a giant 300-pound Chinese baby who wears tinted aviator glasses, and he spins records with his little ravioli hands.
New York’s hottest club is: Slash
This place has everything: Glass, steam, bear traps, and just when you think the fun is over — knock knock, who’s there? It’s Black George Washington! All that, and a party room filled with human bathmats.
Human bathmats? It’s that thing when midgets have dreadlocks, and they lay face down on the floor.
New York’s hottest club is: Trash
Description: After you step through the stainless steel door to this meat-packing hot spot, you’ll be greeted by none other than Pierre, the Muslim Elvis Impersonator.
This place has everything: Clones, freaks, sneezing, a Russian man on a prepaid cell phone, and anyone can get in — there’s no password. At the door, just do the Cosby face.
New York’s hottest club is: Gush
Description: Club owner Gay Dunaway has built a fantasy world that answers the question, “Nooow?”
This place has everything: Geeks, sherpas, a Jamaican nurse wearing a shower cap, room after room of broken mirrors.
Look over there — is that Mick Jagger? No! It’s a fat kid on a Slip ‘n Slide. His knees look like biscuits, and he’s ready to party.
HAPPY 51st BIRTHDAY, CRAIG!
→ (May 17th, 1962)
Batman, The Caped Crusader Poster c. 1966