FOMOing at the Mouth

Let me tell you the story of how I came to fall in love with the pageant, pomp and circumstance that is professional wrestling. A preliminary note right here:  I call it professional wrestling because that’s what the art form has been known as for decades.  If you call it “Sports Entertainment”, kindly get right TF off my blog right away and go put the finishing touches on your dog’s hairstyle or whatever it is that weirdos like you do in your spare time.  “Sports Entertainment” is what happens when a basketball player accidentally punches a referee in the balls , or when Kieron Dyer and Lee Bowyer start beating each other up even though they play for the same team .  Professional wrestling is what I’m talking about here. Now that the finer points are out of the way, let’s step back in time a bit, to when wrestling first wormed its way into my heart: I want to take you back to 1987, the year when Captain Picard and his crew set out on their first advent...

I won’t deny that marriage is hard. Anyone who is currently or has previously been married can attest to the fact that this most sacred of bonds between two people can be difficult to sustain on the day-to-day.   You have to make room in your life for another person’s moods, opinions and dreams, and when you don’t see eye to eye, it’s not like you can snap your fingers and make them vanish.  (Well, unless you’re King Henry VIII )  But:  If you’ve married the right person, there will be more days when it clicks than when it doesn’t.  And when it clicks, it really clicks.  I courted my wife for 5 years before I proposed, and it was another 18 months before we tied the knot.  But because we were both 100% sure of our union, we have been fantastically happy from Day One, except when we fight over which is the True Trilogy, Star Wars or The Lord of The Rings .  To steal a line from the biography of Mötley Crüe , of all places:...

LAST WEEK ON FOMOING AT THE MOUTH :  Rodney introduced us to a new way of thinking around how movies are constructed.  Also, there were explosions and car chases and boobies and you should really read last week’s introduction to this week's entry by clicking here   if you haven’t already read it.  (DISCLAIMER:  Explosions, car chases and boobies may only have occurred in the author’s mind) The following are movies that I have found memorable almost entirely for the “single” scene/s, that is, the snippet that stands out and makes the rest of the film seem much more memorable simply by having been included.  I’m not saying these movies are bad – Certainly, some of them lack a certain amount of merit, but others would have been just as good without the scene – but I just think that if one were to cut the “single” scene out, one may not actually enjoy it as much as one did.  We’ll start off slowly and build our way up: