Oh my god, the tunnel is SO jacked-up!!!
...and it's been pointed out to me more than once that Veruca's song ought to be my theme song. Particularly when I was a little girl, when I was even more of a self-entitled instant gratification junkie than I am now.
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Although I don't know if "bean feast" is to be taken literally, because despite the fact that I enjoy a good legume, I don't really want, like, a banquet table of beans. That line always bugged me.
At the end of the book Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Charlie and Wonka look down from the elevator to see the other four kids lined up at the factory exit with their trucks of chocolate (even though they broke the rules, Wonka gave them their lifetime supplies). Veruca is covered in garbage (in the book, she went down the garbage chute, not to the boiler), Augustus is squeezed thinner, Violet is violet but no longer blueberry-shaped, and Mike Teevee is about seven feet tall (they stretched him too much).
Empress! That was awesome! I had no idea.
"bean feast"
Doesn't it refer to Ye Olden Times tradition of baking a small bean in one of the Christmas dishes, and whoever got the bean was crowned King? (And then subsequently killed when the sun went away again?)
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That's WAY better than a banquet table full of legumes!
Doesn't it refer to Ye Olden Times tradition of baking a small bean in one of the Christmas dishes, and whoever got the bean was crowned King? (And then subsequently killed when the sun went away again?)
Nowadays, instead of being killed you just have to bring the next King Cake. Civilized.
That's WAY better than a banquet table full of legumes!
Right? That line always bugged me, too. Talk about the feast that keeps on giving.
Talk about the feast that keeps on giving.
Ah, yes. The musical fruit.
The 25 Scariest Moments in Non-Horror Movies
Damn. I almost lurched out of my chair and fell on the floor trying to get away from #1. I saw a still of... that one shot in an article on surrealism in
Vanity Fair
when I was eleven, and it's still by far the worst thing I've ever seen. Like, so bad I never even have nightmares about it, because even the darkest beasts lurking in the corners of my subconscious cringe back and snarl,
"Nuh uh, no way, not gonna touch that one; if we make her dream about it, we have to see it too, and that is NOT ON."