One of my all-time favorites. Can't think of many guys of his era who made so many great movies in so many different flavors. Paul Newman was always the guy I wanted to be, you know?
Pure class, too.








B. Clay Moore Bleedery





We miss you, Mom.


PAGE ONE
Panel 1. The Thinker stands on a street corner, looking at his watch. Evening.
THINKER: It doesn’t take much dealing with the native populace to rob this place of its charm—
Panel 2. Waves at a taxi.
THINKER: TAXI! Stop!
Panel 3. Gets in, door open, complaining.
THINKER: Good Lord. How long does a man have to stand on a corner waiting for one of these ghastly contrivances to appear—I need to be in front of the Blue Aloha in five minutes.
Panel 4. Looking sideways out the window, a look of mild surprise on his face.
THINKER: I have a meeting of importance, so despite my secure knowledge that speed is hardly of the essence in this—eh?
Panel 5. The Thinker is angry now, looking over his shoulder.
THINKER: Damn it, driver. The Blue Aloha is in the complete OPPOSITE direction. Do I have to—
Panel 6. Without turning around, the cabbie is holding up a gun so that the Thinker can see it.
CABBIE: You just have to shut up, Mr. Antonio. Shut up and enjoy the ride.

Dahl's, our neighborhood supermarket, had a feature of inspired brilliance
called the Kiddie Corral. This was a snug enclusore, built in the style of a
cowboy corral and filled with comic books, where moms could park their kids
while they shopped .... it was filled with comic books. To enter the Kiddie
Corral you climbed onto the top rail and dove in, then swam to the center. You
didn't care how long your mom took shopping beause you had an inifinite supply
of comics to occupy you.
He's taking all the loose flotsam and jetsam (no matter how lame) associated with previous takes and tying them into the new version. I'm sure it'll annoy some longtime fans, but it's a lot of fun to watch...
