Movie_Fan69

I was sitting in a boring, warehouse-type building, working as a security guard for a well-known firm dealing with banks and valuables. We would wait for service calls, and respond to them. This was the "swing shift" and nothing ever happened. As I recall, it was Friday or Saturday night, and we usually played poker or hearts, when Dave brought a black-and-white TV set in. We would often watch Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Jake the Snake and the other retard wrestlers so popular to the missing chromosome set of that time period. I stumbled upon "D.C. Follies" while walking up and changing the channels. At this point, my memory becomes quite clear. Nixon, Ford, and Carter sat around a table. Nixon was always plotting a money-making scheme (e.g. "Bookmobile, and everyone gets a free chest x-ray), Carter was his usual sanctimonious self, and Ford would often just laugh and fall backwards in his chair, feet and legs exaggeratedly flying up to the sky. HILARIOUS! The first episode I remember was ol' Tricky Dick playing the keyboards at the very end, throwing in synthesized crap for effect. WE ROLLED AROUND ON THE FLOOR AND COULDN'T ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES AFTER THE SHOW ENDED...HAND TO GOD! If I don't get copies of these episodes soon, life will no longer be worth it!

Richard Roundtree. The name alone spells power, and says to an audience eager for black-exploitation, "Here I am, love me, or feel the back o' me hand." This film has everything: violence, black people, more black people, and some violence. It is powerful, yet sublime, without a hint of pretentiousness. I well remember that day in early 1972 Moe Howard opined America would be well served with a sequel entitled "Shaft meets the Three Stooges." If Mr. Howard had lived beyond 1975, that wish may have come true. Rest in peace, Messrs. Howard, Fine, Howard, Howard, Besser and DeRita. That you died early is no fault of anyone, but rather due to your weak genes. The Three Stooges in all of their incarnations were geniuses, and will be missed. Was there humor merely physical, or an extension of the angst felt by the American worker due to the hopeless feelings of the Great Depression during the 1930s? I don't know, and don't really care. Neither should you. Why do you not care? Is there something wrong with you? Must you continually bother me about not caring? Get with the program! That a "Shaft vs. The Three Stooges" movie was never made is America's loss. Damn 1975 Hollywood for bowing at the altar of Pam Grier. Weep not, though, as there will surely be a flick such as this made in heaven, for the lord has a sense of humor. May the lord bless and keep the Three Stooges, and may the lord bless John Shaft!