Monday, August 20, 2018

The Venture Bros. "Arrears in Science"

notes:

* why am i only being notified these last three episodes were the Morphic Trilogy THIS MORNING!!?

* yes, from now on, i'm gonna call Dr. Mrs. The Monarch Sheila, too. thanks, AV Club!

* two words: Anna Baldavitch......we know she has a great ass and she's an iron lady, but who is she? what is her face? the mother?

* Vendata: more Data than Lore. unless he's gaslit.

* okay, everyone put down your acid, this episode is a little squirrelly visually. lots of silvery streaks going everywhere

* member? Jackson Publick eating Pepperidge Farm remembers.

* Don Hell, he's like the goth Bowie, right?................apparently Bowie by himself was already goth, why do you think Trent Reznor loved him so much? check out Trent's latest EP, it's basically Bowie.

* so this is all Brock's fault? see? the only muscle which really matters is the scientific muscle. in one's head. the brain, other head. but why was Brock so scared these past episodes? it's like he saw a ghost......i'm thinking girl trouble, it's always girl trouble. two words...
Jackson: you're right, sorry. a little of my Venture Bros fanfic that i do on the side at the site seeped into the actual script. y'know it takes so long that sometimes i can't tell the difference between my fanfic and my real writing.

* gotta love it when you get to see the third episode from the other point of view...

* Vendata: Jonas, this is gonna be the most chidori-electric Naruto-ing of one man's finger up another man's butt in human and machine history. do not prepare your anus.
Jonas Venture: Naruto? what a silly boy. not like my Rusty. i forbid this stupid cartoon channel in my house!

* Don Fitzcarraldo: what? i like butterflies.

* Blue Monarch: but why did you impregnate my wife? you ruined my morality. were those two women on the orange carpet porn stars?
Jonas: *sipping something* it's the '50s so they're referred to as leading ladies. but they are the two most-desired ones this decade.

* Jonas: if it ever gets out that i'm infertile, my career is over. my movie-star good-looks remain but my career in science is over. quick, Blue Morpho! go to the press and say i couldn't spell a kid's word and got in an argument over a kid's potato and mashed the potato with my loafer and made them fries which i ate, or that i'm against the Murphy Brown revival on moral grounds or something. distract with your version of the truth. wear your good stamping boot. this is my final essentialest essentialist command.

* Don: OH GOD! (i believe in a robot god) the horror! i am not a depraved sick twisted sex freak pervert like you. i have morals (which is saying something). you made me take my shorts down in front of you and do the icky cookie Bob Crane-style?
Jonas: that wasn't an icky cookie. it was a miniatured-down version of the gong from The Gong Show. i invented a ray gun that shoots mini rays. kinda like your penis.

* Don: what are you doing to me!? haven't you helped enough?
Jonas: consider yourself a get-out-of-jail-free card, my friend. you're lucky i'm really into Voltron presently. prepare to be a robot the rest of your unnaturally-long life.

* Dr. Z: hi, so i'm the mad scientist who seems to be in the middle of all the commotion on this show. i know, i look like the guy from Minoriteam. i think i was supposed to be a hero in that but ended up looking like the villain. hey, in this day and age i'm not complaining, representation is a thorny issue better left to convenience-store clerks. yes i'm gonna go see that rich Asian movie to add to its till, what of it?

* Jonas: it was you who pulled the plug and killed all those space-station people, buddy.
Don: no, it was you.
Jonas: no, it was you, YOU!!!...............that Magic Man said waving around my fingers crazily like this over your head would work the Jedi voodoo on you.

* all this carnage cos you guys couldn't decide on Cocoon or *batteries not included for Movie Night?
Red Death: i would have preferred The Neverending Story.
Anna: make mine Legend. Tom Cruise or Hardy it matters not. as long as i get to name my firstbourne Gump.
Jonas: it's gonna be Rusty, dear.

* Venturion: I AM VENTURION!!! MY HEAD WAS THE HOUSE THAT FILMATION BUILT!!

* so it's Suicide Squad without the suicide. and Ocean's 11 but no ocean. the ocean of space granted.

* Council of 13: can we be called Council of Baker's Dozen? more cuddly and Meg Ryan-y. we want to continue working after the current administration is over.

* Gary: why we gotta break into VenTech?
Monarch: technically it's not breaking in. Dr. Venture is my distant cousin or something. we're related is what i'm saying. and please don't talk anymore, my bug ears can't take the reverb!

* Monarch: daddy?!! it's been so long! where have you been?
Jonas: i was a head for the longest.
Blue Morpho: son, can i borrow your yellow butterfly suit? mine got ripped to tatters flying through the air.

* New York city cop: sure i like the donuts, but notice i'm not wearing a bushy brown mustache full of bits and glaze shards. progress. get yous out of here, the Power Rangers balloon---which is continually the largest balloon ever tended by man---is ready for its closeup. can never tell if it's a boy or girl.

* Dean: i missed the VMAs for this? drat!
Hank: watch the language, bro. who do you think you are, Teenage Groot?
Dean: the Macy's balloons are giving us the middle finger, blow them some more, Hank, you're the one with the strong lungs in the family.
Hank: nah, they're just giving us the fingerguns. like Cuphead's fingerguns. harmless.

* i noticed. did you notice? at the end, everyone is gathered in groups of 3...

* confused? no idea what's going on? connect the dots? exposition dump? too many threads? always get the pillows with the most thread count, never buy the extended warranty. not knowing what is a dream and what is reality? humans have that problem, too, living their daily lives. it's okay if you don't get everything, take it from me and my experience, it's better when just the author knows what's going on...

* Brock: now you know why i was scared. i'm going back to college.





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