LOL Interwebz: A Trailer for the Movie Event of the Year

Every Thursday in LOL Interwebz, Luke T. Harrington explores the quirks and foibles of Internet culture from a Gospel perspective.
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SCENE: A computer sits in a darkened room. Our intrepid, neurotic hero enters from stage left. We hear a voiceover from Don LaFontaine.
DON: In a world where people post whatever they happen to be thinking about to the Internet…
We see a close-up on the mouse as our hero clicks.
DON: One man…
Shot of the screen as he scrolls through his Facebook feed.
HERO: Hmm, let’s see. Pictures of people’s food…a bunch of links to an article that was debunked a week ago…a racist rant from somebody’s aunt…
DON: …is about to discover…
HERO: Wait…
DON: …that he can only…
Extreme close-up on our hero’s eyes as they are seized with terror.
HERO: No!
DON: …take…
HERO: Not that!
DON: …so…
HERO: ANOTHER CELEBRITY DEATH???
DON: …much.
Close up on his feed as it fills with nothing but posts of “R.I.P. Dead Celebrity!”
HERO: What do I do? WHAT DO I DO???
DON: A hero will rise.
HERO: Wow, there are so many of these posts.
DON: Lines will be drawn.
HERO: Like, seriously. Every single one of my friends had to announce to the world that this actor is dead.
DON: Battles will be fought.
HERO: And, like, this guy here…just yesterday he was telling me that he hated this actor. And now he’s announcing his love for him to the world. I…I don’t get it.
DON: Kingdoms will fall.
HERO: I guess I should post something.
DON: Hearts will be won.
HERO: I mean, right? Like, everybody else is.
DON: Minds will be lost.
HERO: I don’t want to seem like a horrible person who speaks ill of the dead.
DON: Spleens will be ruptured.
HERO: I mean, what if one of my friends checks my wall and sees I didn’t post something about the dead celebrity?
DON: Pancreases will be slightly impinged upon.
HERO: I’ll look like a callous jerk with no empathy!
DON: Toenails will be fungus’d.
HERO: That sounds like an entirely rational fear! And what will I do then??? WHAT THEN???
DON: Monkeys will be put in silly hats and trained to serve cocktails.
HERO: So I’ll post something. I have to. Just a short “Rest in peace…” No, no, that’s too cliché.
DON: Tacos will be served.
HERO: Okay, I’m ready to post this.
DON: Punks will be punk’d.
HERO: But wait. If I post it now, everyone will think I just did it because everybody else did.
DON: Bros will be iced.
HERO: What if they can tell I’m being entirely disingenuous???
DON: Movie trailers will be padded out.
HERO: They’ll think I’m a hypocrite! WHAT THEN??? WHAT DO I DO???
DON: Viewers will be bored.
HERO: So maybe I’ll post something that sounds kind of sad about mortality, but doesn’t explicitly acknowledge the dead celebrity.
DON: Ponchos will be worn ironically.
HERO: That makes sense, right? That way I’ll have plausible deniability, regardless of what people think I mean!
DON: Punchcards will be punched.
HERO: Okay, so: “Feeling blue today. Life is fleeting. Don’t waste it.”
DON: Pork rinds will be crunched upon.
HERO: And…post. I handled that well, I think.
DON: Metaphors will be metaphor’d.
HERO: Time to check Twitter.
DON: Particles will be accelerated.
HERO: What? NO!
DON: Hipsters will be smug.
HERO: ANOTHER dead celebrity???
DON: Blind spots will be checked before lane changes are made with due caution.
HERO: What the crap am I supposed to say about this one???
DON: Pies will be baked at 350 for approximately 40 minutes.
HERO: Don, just cut it out.
DON: Huh?
HERO: Just…stop. This is ridiculous.
DON: Oh. Sorry.
HERO: I’m just…I’m gonna go outside and get some exercise, or something. No dead celebrities outside.
Our hero rises and leaves the room as we cut to the film’s title.
DON: Tweeting about Celebrity Deaths: The Sequel to the Gritty Reboot: Origins. Part Two. Coming this fall.














2 Comments
But, what about the Dead Poets? Don’t they come in at this point, Club in hand?
Robin had a brilliant riff on exactly that image on the Letterman show. See the end of this clip here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8OnsEeZA-M
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