Today the Current has made manifest what a billion movie-watchers, even The New York Times’ Manohla Dargis, imagined. Why else do they send us promotional goodies? (Though not the rumored Beowulf blanket — thanks a lot.)
Iorek Byrnison: Doh-di-doh, walking in the snow …
IB: Things have been so quiet around here since I butchered and ate all of my kind … where’s a refreshing beverage to wash things down when you need one?
`Snow crunches, crunches, crunches …`
IB: What’s that? Dost my snout deceive me? Could it really be … a … you know what?
IB: Good heavens, yes!
IB: I will forever be in the service of whatever delicious creature so nobly left this, oh — it’s … just … over … that … hill …
IB: Grrrr … `and leap!`
IB: Fuck yeah.
* This has been a Chushley production.
This article appears in Dec 12-18, 2007.