And Now For Something Completely...What the Fuck?

We had a rare family movie outing this weekend, piling into the truckster to head to a local cinema to catch a screening of Everest. It's a fine film, based on the events chronicled by Jon Krakauer in 'Into Thin Air'. It's beautifully shot, moving and suspenseful, even though I knew the outcome. (Spoiler alert: they don't all make it.)

But this post isn't about a movie. 

The theater we visited was a modern multiplex, with draft beer and decent food on offer, and in-film waiter service. I can't go back to the old days, frankly, where you got your popcorn greasy and your soda large, and you liked it. 

In addition to the gustatory amenities, the theater took some risks with the pre-show entertainment. No trite trivia or celebrity puffery here. We were treated to a loop of 30s-era government films about mountaineering, black and white art films on various alpine settings, and visually beautiful if somewhat jarring adventure skiing bloopers.

And then there was this:

After a minute or so of progressively more amused incredulity, I realized that I knew this song. It's a cover. And the original is equally ridiculous in its own way:

Have a blessed week, boys and girls. And remember, life is life.