What a crazy past few months it’s been. Lots of change and lots of unexpected things happening but then what is life without abrupt turns? I’m not huge on Christmas, at least not until I have kids. I’m not one of those super revolutionary who try to smash the whole thing under my boot because of the commercialism and all that. I just believe what my dad always said: Christmas is for kids. I have super fond memories of Christmas as a child and wouldn’t be who I am today without it. Some of that even included the commericialism and materialism folks try to diss. What little girl wouldn’t be complete without a Barbie luxury townhouse that would eventually be dissected down to the cardboard structure with the lifelike mural of rooms and furniture Barbie couldn’t actually go in? Where do you think my imagination grew? Right there iniside the Barbie trailer home where I pretended Barbie and Chrystie (the black girl)were pretending to run from serial killer Ken (lots of CHiPs in my house too).
Let’s get back to The Wiz. Why? Because people forget that it took place during Christmas! And as elusive as Richard Pryor aka The Wiz was, well, that’s as elusive as Santa is. I think they are the same. We’ve never seen them together. Think about it.
Below is a clip from The Wiz, one of the greatest movies ever. This clip encompasses feelings of direction, confusion and every other adult milestone in nine plus minutes. Kids, enjoy your time before the bills come.
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