Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas

[Plakespear]

Last night I poured a nice portion of SKYY vodka into a 40 oz. Mtn. Dew Red Slurpee and watched Hunter S. Thompson's commentary on the DVD. Man, that dude is like a coherent Kentucky version on Ozzy Osbourne. Interesting to hear his perspective on the film, as well as the book. His explanation about the part where he sees the giant lizards in the hotel bar is quite surprising.

Eventually I'll get to watching Gilliams commentary.

[Benny Profane]

wow, are you saying that both HT and Gilliam have comment tracks on the DVD?

Does HT comment on the entire film, or just certain clips?

[Plakespear]

Well, HST doesn't always comment on the film, he occasionally goes off on tangents. There is also a third commentary with Johhny Depp and Benicio Del Toro, as well as a whole extra disc full of goodies.

[fez]

Originally posted by Plakespear
Well, HST doesn't always comment on the film, he occasionally goes off on tangents.

No fucking way. Hunter S went off on tangents? Next thing you'll do is tell me he was drunk too.

[bossass]

"Can I call you a cab, Sir?"

"Can I call you a cocksucker?!"

[drdirt]

the doctor is ultra coherent... have you seen that he has been mixing sport tirades in with his political tirades and getting paid by the same corporate media giant that hired rush limbaugh?

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/archive?columnist=hunter_s._thompson&root=page2

[CaddyDaddy77]

hmmm that shit's pretty interesting, have to keep up with that. Here's a little write-up

http://espn.go.com/page2/s/thompson/031118.html

Am I turning into a pervert?
By Hunter S. Thompson
Page 2 columnist


I was struggling in the grip of my Physical Therapist on a recent afternoon, when I was suddenly infused with a seizure of brute strength. It flowed through me like a river of electricity. I cried out with joy as I grabbed the brute by both ears and hurled him sideways against my huge black leather refrigerator. He was weak, and I was strong.

It is a wonderful kind of feeling that comes on me more and more these days, as I become stronger and stronger.

This worried me at first, but not for long -- because I got a call tonight from a woman who claimed to be Jennifer S. from Boston. She said she was a serious sports fan. "I will do anything, if it will let me come face to face with a true hero of Football on television," she said, almost desperately. "Nothing will prevent me from making this dream come true. Nothing!"

"EXACTLY!" I said. "Your dream must come true! What can I do to help?"

She laughed harshly.

"I am an extremely beautiful woman," she giggled. "I have the most beautiful breasts of any woman in the world, and I can prove it on worldwide TV. That is how you can help me."

"Are you crazy?" I shouted. "What kind of ignorant jackass would call me in the middle of a damn Sunday night football game and talk about her breasts?"