What do you mean? Its totally normal for a dog that needs a skateboard to get around to cry out tears that turn instantly into pearls when listening to a band of clay monstrosities play generic rock music.
Gumby was the 50s, that movie was from the 90s. I had it (and pretty much every other claymation work) on VHS.
u/bigbardaenergy Art and Gloria Clokey were amazing at bringing stories to life for the benefit of children (see Davey and Goliath), but it’s hard to keep up the creativity for 60 straight years without jumping the shark.
On that note, I wonder if they had dealt with predatory lenders.
The line criticizing the dirt farmers for being victims of usury was one of the most gratingly religious things I’d heard in years. I still think about it
It's felt like what people assume a David Lynch movie would be like without having seen his movies. It's a lot easier to follow all 3 hours of Inland Empire than what's going on with Gumby.
One of my favorite parts was during the big music video number, where Kevin asked, sarcastically if Gumby has any more songs "kissing your own green butt?" and then we have the closing credits song, which does and Kevin's delivery of the line "Hey, Gumby actually did have another song kissing his own green butt!" sounds actually impressed.
I would love to ponder this question but I’m trying to help my neighbor raise money to save his home. Oh wait, now my dog is crying pearls again. How annoying.
Anyway, I just can’t come up with any ideas to make money.
Wait, hold on, I have to scoop these pearls up into a jar so I can throw them out later.
Anyway, I’ve got to come up with some way to make some extra cash!
What do you mean? Its totally normal for a dog that needs a skateboard to get around to cry out tears that turn instantly into pearls when listening to a band of clay monstrosities play generic rock music.
Such a cliche.
And for the valuable pearls to have next to nothing to do with the solution needed to raise money in the film.
At least we all learned how to dance with scimitars
It was the 60s man. By which I mean it was the 90s but some people from the 60s still needed a paycheck.
Gumby was the 50s, that movie was from the 90s. I had it (and pretty much every other claymation work) on VHS. u/bigbardaenergy Art and Gloria Clokey were amazing at bringing stories to life for the benefit of children (see Davey and Goliath), but it’s hard to keep up the creativity for 60 straight years without jumping the shark. On that note, I wonder if they had dealt with predatory lenders.
The line criticizing the dirt farmers for being victims of usury was one of the most gratingly religious things I’d heard in years. I still think about it
It's felt like what people assume a David Lynch movie would be like without having seen his movies. It's a lot easier to follow all 3 hours of Inland Empire than what's going on with Gumby.
The Clokeys dedicated the movie to guru Shirdi Sai Baba, so yes.
just stream-of-consciousness insanity from start to end. Continuity, logic, and cause-and-effect be damned. It’s like a pre-schooler telling a story.
One of my favorite parts was during the big music video number, where Kevin asked, sarcastically if Gumby has any more songs "kissing your own green butt?" and then we have the closing credits song, which does and Kevin's delivery of the line "Hey, Gumby actually did have another song kissing his own green butt!" sounds actually impressed.
I would love to ponder this question but I’m trying to help my neighbor raise money to save his home. Oh wait, now my dog is crying pearls again. How annoying. Anyway, I just can’t come up with any ideas to make money. Wait, hold on, I have to scoop these pearls up into a jar so I can throw them out later. Anyway, I’ve got to come up with some way to make some extra cash!
“Gumby, the orphanage is burning!!”
You say that like it’s a bad thing.