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It was the American Revolution, but it was the least accurate rendition of that in history. Actually, so many details escape me now but I think the whole point was that it started out plausible and gradually became more and more absurd. George Washington was off leading battles and I was left in charge (who was I? John Adams? I don't know). Jeff was there as somebody (everybody was "as somebody"), and he pointed out that the guy playing Genghis Khan was too young. I asked, didn't that happen several hundred years before this? But nobody was actually sure.
Paul Rudd and Michael Ian Black played somebody, important figures, but when they came back to help all they would do is the European gentleman's-kiss (cheek, cheek) to each other. We'd ask them a question and they'd kiss-kiss each other, more and more homoerotically each time.
Paul Giamatti showed up as Washington, but he was unable to speak English from spending so long among other cultures fighting the war. Thomas Jefferson (played by David Bowie) had to show up, but he was a kook obsessed with turning English into gibberish. I told him I'd help him translate and Bowie-Jefferson said in a sort of Venture Bros exaggerated Bowie voice, "Wonderful wonderful! We shall become regular Mingles Malones." And from then on he refused to call anybody anything but "Mingles Malone."
There was more, so much more, and the whole thing built gradually to the above extreme absurd moments, all that stayed with me. I laid in bed trying to remember more, to convey how it started out normal and over time became a circus. At some point Michael Ian Black's character declared himself the new ruler (I believe we renamed America but I can't recall what) and everywhere he went he was carried in C3PO's wooden throne by four Ewoks. It was one of those it's-all-a-movie-but-also-I'm-in-it dreams. The Ewoks weren't a weirdly recycled image but a deliberate joke within the "movie." Bowie-Jefferson worked out a map of the universe and I think we were invaded by something, ants? Something we were assured was a huge threat but clearly (comedically) wasn't.
Like I said, I wish I remembered more. All very strange. I think I dreamt the American Revolution as directed by David Wain.
Paul Rudd and Michael Ian Black played somebody, important figures, but when they came back to help all they would do is the European gentleman's-kiss (cheek, cheek) to each other. We'd ask them a question and they'd kiss-kiss each other, more and more homoerotically each time.
Paul Giamatti showed up as Washington, but he was unable to speak English from spending so long among other cultures fighting the war. Thomas Jefferson (played by David Bowie) had to show up, but he was a kook obsessed with turning English into gibberish. I told him I'd help him translate and Bowie-Jefferson said in a sort of Venture Bros exaggerated Bowie voice, "Wonderful wonderful! We shall become regular Mingles Malones." And from then on he refused to call anybody anything but "Mingles Malone."
There was more, so much more, and the whole thing built gradually to the above extreme absurd moments, all that stayed with me. I laid in bed trying to remember more, to convey how it started out normal and over time became a circus. At some point Michael Ian Black's character declared himself the new ruler (I believe we renamed America but I can't recall what) and everywhere he went he was carried in C3PO's wooden throne by four Ewoks. It was one of those it's-all-a-movie-but-also-I'm-in-it dreams. The Ewoks weren't a weirdly recycled image but a deliberate joke within the "movie." Bowie-Jefferson worked out a map of the universe and I think we were invaded by something, ants? Something we were assured was a huge threat but clearly (comedically) wasn't.
Like I said, I wish I remembered more. All very strange. I think I dreamt the American Revolution as directed by David Wain.