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Play Dirty (1969)
Apr. 30th, 2011 06:38 pmNoodling around with Netflix brought me around to this offering, delivered via streaming. IMDB describes the movie as "the Dirty Dozen meet the Stiff Upper Lip," and since Michael Caine was the top-billed actor, I went for it.
Goodness knows, I've seen worse war movies. In terms of the quality of acting, I would say that the cast of night-before-last's The Pledge did a better job of that, but even though the ending of Play Dirty was lame and contrived ("The mission's been accomplished, despite the obstacles. Brilliant. So, what do you say we kill them all off, eh, wot? You know, 'the insanity of war', and all that."), I was willing to sit still for it when I thought back to the end of The Pledge and counted my blessings.
* * * I stopped by the kids' place on the way to the store this morning, for no specific reason, except perhaps to introduce Shiloh to the newest arrival at their house, a baby chocolate Lab named Mocha. While Drew was in discussions about the best way to touch up the paint on their place, and Shannon was supervising a small crowd of girls who were visiting Huntür, Mocha doggedly chased Shiloh, who just as doggedly tried to stay out of the puppy's way.
At one point in the proceedings, I did an experiment by asking the girls to come up with a series of names of things that we then associated with the objects in what I call the "Paddy-Whack" song, the basic schema of which runs:
Then we imagined a dog (item) wearing a shoe (two) on each paw.
Three was a cat with wings growing out of each knee.
Four was a unicorn that had tried to break down a door, but got its horn stuck in the paneling.
Five was a hive where the room light bulb was supposed to be. Havoc when the light switch was thrown!
Six were sticks, so we imagined a horse eating oats with chopsticks in a horse stall.
Seven? Everyone in heaven gets their own zebra! And so on.
A good time was had by all.
I cleaned the kitchen when I got home. It sort of lent balance to the day.
Cheers...
Goodness knows, I've seen worse war movies. In terms of the quality of acting, I would say that the cast of night-before-last's The Pledge did a better job of that, but even though the ending of Play Dirty was lame and contrived ("The mission's been accomplished, despite the obstacles. Brilliant. So, what do you say we kill them all off, eh, wot? You know, 'the insanity of war', and all that."), I was willing to sit still for it when I thought back to the end of The Pledge and counted my blessings.
At one point in the proceedings, I did an experiment by asking the girls to come up with a series of names of things that we then associated with the objects in what I call the "Paddy-Whack" song, the basic schema of which runs:
This old man, he played one,We all had a good laugh imagining a thumb (one) taking a roller coaster (the thing) ride and wondering what it would do at that first gut-churning drop when everyone else was throwing their hands up in the air.
He played knick-knack on my thumb,
(Chorus)
With a knick-knack, paddy-whack,
Give the dog a bone!
This old man came rolling home!
This old man, he played two,
He played knick-knack on my shoe, etc.
Then we imagined a dog (item) wearing a shoe (two) on each paw.
Three was a cat with wings growing out of each knee.
Four was a unicorn that had tried to break down a door, but got its horn stuck in the paneling.
Five was a hive where the room light bulb was supposed to be. Havoc when the light switch was thrown!
Six were sticks, so we imagined a horse eating oats with chopsticks in a horse stall.
Seven? Everyone in heaven gets their own zebra! And so on.
A good time was had by all.
I cleaned the kitchen when I got home. It sort of lent balance to the day.
Cheers...
