Monday, January 5, 2009

Poor Indy

I just watched the South Park Indiana Jones episode.
How the fuck do they get away with that?

I'd seen some of it online and I didn't know it was the one being shown tonight (I was semi-glued to the hitmen on Gangland Graveyards - I miss The Sopranos). As always, I made a scramble for the camera to take a still or two. As usual, the first shot wasn't quite focused, but I think it has an abstract innocence that only highlights the horror to come. It almost looks like a playful animated wildlife documentary.
It also serves as a gentle entree if you're unacquainted with the significance of duelling banjos:


The second shot gives you an idea of the scenario, which is still pleasingly pastoral and fairly ambiguous.
Perhaps it's hot and they've just dropped something?


But then this left nothing to the imagination:


I dropped the camera and just watched in admiration of their balls at that point.
It was the best episode I've seen since Cartman's hand was possessed by Jennifer Lopez.

Taco taco:

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