Kelly WandWeatherwoman
September 27th 2006 02:38
It borders on the pornographic. It is lewd. It is bad. It is mad. It is dangerous to know.
What is there not too love?
Let me try to explain the plot as best I can. If I get it wrong, it doesn’t really matter. If I’m honest with you, plot accounts for little in the world of “Weatherwoman”.
Keiko gets her chance for fame when she has to fill in for the regular ailing weather reporter. A quick flash of her knickers later and she is a star. The cult of Keiko is running rampant. Who cares about the news? We want Weather! We want Keiko! We want Keiko’s increasingly scanty panties!
The old weather girl is assigned the job of hosting “Hello Mr Pervert.” That doesn’t work out too well for her. Her overly close examination of an enema enthusiast’s backside ends in horror. (I have to stop the DVD at this point until I can stop laughing.)
Keiko somersaults on to greater glory. The sets get wilder. The costumes grow more and more outrageous. The sex gets kinkier. And there are some pretty good songs too.
The station owner’s daughter has been in Paris studying culture. She is disgusted by Keiko’s panty flashing popularity. She schemes to rid the screen of this low culture. She has plans for a grand opera style of weather reporting. It sounds like a bad idea to me.
Unfortunately, Keiko makes the daughter’s scheme easy to achieve. Since she likes to have a quick wank before going on screen and, after her performance, enjoys being licked clean by the ex-Mr Pervert starlet now relegated to the status of maid. Such degenerate behaviour clearly leads to exposure and a period of exile.
But Keiko is our Weatherwoman. All she really needs to do is commune with nature for a while and come back and battle the station owner’s daughter. Preferably she should be dressed in a tight pink rubber costume complete with angel wings. Oh, she is? Well, that’s all right then.
You got all that? You think you can handle it? It is, bar none, the funniest film I have ever seen but I am a sick bastard. My second funniest film would probably be Evil Dead 2. I have heard some people try to justify this film in intellectual terms by calling it a parody of the cult of personality.
Bollocks. This film needs no justification. Sick Bastards of the world unite! You have nothing to lose apart from your sense of humour!
What is there not too love?
Let me try to explain the plot as best I can. If I get it wrong, it doesn’t really matter. If I’m honest with you, plot accounts for little in the world of “Weatherwoman”.
Keiko gets her chance for fame when she has to fill in for the regular ailing weather reporter. A quick flash of her knickers later and she is a star. The cult of Keiko is running rampant. Who cares about the news? We want Weather! We want Keiko! We want Keiko’s increasingly scanty panties!
The old weather girl is assigned the job of hosting “Hello Mr Pervert.” That doesn’t work out too well for her. Her overly close examination of an enema enthusiast’s backside ends in horror. (I have to stop the DVD at this point until I can stop laughing.)
Keiko somersaults on to greater glory. The sets get wilder. The costumes grow more and more outrageous. The sex gets kinkier. And there are some pretty good songs too.
The station owner’s daughter has been in Paris studying culture. She is disgusted by Keiko’s panty flashing popularity. She schemes to rid the screen of this low culture. She has plans for a grand opera style of weather reporting. It sounds like a bad idea to me.
Unfortunately, Keiko makes the daughter’s scheme easy to achieve. Since she likes to have a quick wank before going on screen and, after her performance, enjoys being licked clean by the ex-Mr Pervert starlet now relegated to the status of maid. Such degenerate behaviour clearly leads to exposure and a period of exile.
But Keiko is our Weatherwoman. All she really needs to do is commune with nature for a while and come back and battle the station owner’s daughter. Preferably she should be dressed in a tight pink rubber costume complete with angel wings. Oh, she is? Well, that’s all right then.
You got all that? You think you can handle it? It is, bar none, the funniest film I have ever seen but I am a sick bastard. My second funniest film would probably be Evil Dead 2. I have heard some people try to justify this film in intellectual terms by calling it a parody of the cult of personality.
Bollocks. This film needs no justification. Sick Bastards of the world unite! You have nothing to lose apart from your sense of humour!
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