When the original radio series began in 1933, I was a year old, so technically speaking, I'm older than The Lone Ranger. Johnny Depp, by comparison, wasn't even born until six years after the final airing of the TV show in 1957.
That however is no excuse for Depp not doing better homework before trying to convince us that anyone, bipolar or otherwise, with half an eye and a functioning arsehole, would be caught dead in that gawd-awful getup he's wearing for this pitiful excuse for a movie. Every red-blooded North American Indian and their D.K.I. ( Different Kinda Indian) wannabes from across the pond should collectively visit Depp's wigwam and excrementally express their appreciation for this humiliation. Jay Silverheels, the Tonto of TV fame, is unable to die of embarrassment, being already in the Happy Hunting Ground, but he's probably rolling over in his grave to face the other way in pure disgust at this idiotic paleface's portrayal of what should have been a far more noble Indian.
Looks GREAT!! I have it in my Netflix queue already...
ReplyDeleteToo bad Johnny Depp is too young to know anything about Cowboys and Indians, real or imagined. Lots of our Indians wore feathers in their hair, or as complete head-dresses, but I don't think that ever included a whole stuffed bird.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason, that ridiculous headgear on Depp's character made me recall a little quote from Quotations With An Attitude: "Kinky sex involves the use of duck feathers. Perverted sex involves the whole duck."