As of now, we are officially only ONE week away from VIMT4's live debut opening for Death by Improv at Garden Friends in Parlin, NJ. Mike and I just got back from DBI's show this evening at the world famous J. O'Neils Place in Sayreville, NJ, and they killed, of course. Also, Hochman gave us wonderful plug at the conclusion of the show which may have gotten us about three extra hits. Thanks, Hoch. Anyway, they've plugged the shit out of us, so it's time I reciprocate:
Just a little something from our favorite show in this holiday season!
"It’s quiet in the cold of our own little orbit, starless and bible black. And as I look down on the big blue bean we would call home I think it so near, yet… oh, I wish on that star and I hope that in a little snow-covered house with a warm hearth and a loving family, maybe some kid is looking up tonight and wishing upon us. Oh, and how I hope sweet Santa will fly by tonight, because if he does I’m gonna reach right out and hug that big guy. Oh, for the sound of hooves against the steel hull of the ship. Oh, to see the rosy face of Santa in the porthole, offering me a Coke and a smile…of course, his cheeks WOULD be rosy because it’s a VACUUM out there! I mean, Santa’s HEART would explode! But HE wouldn’t feel it because the capillaries in his brain would pop like little firecrackers due to the blood boiling away in his face like pudding in a copper…OH THE HUMANITY!! And his jolly old belly would start bubbling like a roasted marshmallow, eyes bulging and popping out… AND THE REINDEER–OH THE REINDEER!!!–keep floating like holiday floats and in turn exploding in a hail of blood and entrails! Prancer–BOOM! Dancer–BOOM!…"
I’ve been obsessed with Ghostbusters since I was four years old. I’ve seen the movies an unhealthy amount of times, I had a Ghostbusters jumpsuit my sainted mother had to wash every day, Ghostbusters pajamas, Ecto 1 and Ecto 1A, the Firehouse playset, a metric ton of action figures, the trap, a proton pack, and a projector gun that I stuck a golfball in and was never able to get it. I’m enough of a fan that I’m fairly certain that if I ever met Bill Murray or Dan Aykroyd, they’d have to take out a restraining order against me.
It should come as no surprise, then, that I’ve been hoping for a Ghostbusters III ever since I left a movie theater in 1989 after watching Ghosbusters II. I’ve checked periodically to see whether or not a Ghostbusters III is in the works or not, and it turns out that Murray, Aykroyd, and Harold Ramis all what to do it, and a couple of writers from The Office are writing a script. This is quite a turnaround from a year ago, when Aykroyd said the upcoming video game was, essentially Ghostbusters III.
These days, though, I’m not as excited about Ghostbusters III. I mean, I’ll see it opening night if it happens, quote lines from the movie endlessly, and possibly buy myself a new toy proton pack. But, the thing is, why should I be so hyped about something I’ve already seen?
You heard me right, I’ve seen Ghostbusters III. Months ago, in fact. You see, it came to me in a dream.
A few months ago, I dreamed I was in a movie theater, watching Ghostbusters III. It was quite a different concept. Twenty years, of course, had passed. Ghostbusting had been outlawed. Venkman was a celebrity of some kind, I believe a Dr. Joel Osteen improve-your-life kind of scam. Ray was quietly working in his bookstore, and Egon had vanished off of the face of the earth. Ray and Venkman met up because ghosts were starting to pop up in New York again, but Egon was nowhere to be found. They decide to restart the Ghostbusters in order to draw Egon out of hiding, and are promptly taken into federal custody.
In a secret hangar (it may have been part of the spaceship made up to look like the Holiday Inn, I can’t be sure of that), they meet up again with Egon. Egon, it turns out, has been working with the feds about the resurgence or PKE activity, and discover that the ghosts of the aliens killed in the infamous Area 51 incident are responsible for all the activity. The boys have to go into space to fight Ghosts in their new Ecto Spaceship. There’s space battles, hilarious banter, eye popping special effects. It’s fantastic. Then a man on a flaming pie came to me and said “You are Beatles with an A”.
The reason I’m bringing this up is because, before the movie started, there were previews. For some reason, there was a preview of Ghostbusters III before Ghostbusters III. Why this was, I don’t know. I had to jot down the plot after I woke up to remember some of the details, but the images from this trailer have stuck with me, in particular a montage of effects, ghostbusting, and space battles set to the “daaaaaa da daaaaaaa da daaaaaa da daaaaaaa da da dadada “ part of the theme song. A few days ago, I saw a preview for the Ghostbusters video game. There’s a ghostbusting montage set to the same music cue as the montage in my dream. This was so similar to my dreamer that it literally raised goosebumps on my arm.
What is the point of all this, you may be asking? Mainly, that it’s a miracle that women speak with me.
