I distinctly remember the first time I dropped a great big old F-BOMB (all caps, because it was a big one) on my mother.
And I distinctly remember the speed and force with which she dragged me to the bathroom and shoved a bar of Ivory soap into my mouth.
And I will never, ever forget the taste of that bar of soap.
Which brings us to the recent darling of the Academy Awards, “The King’s Speech.” It’s going to be re-released April 1st, no fooling, without all the f-bombs.
How can you justify editing a film deemed the year’s best? It will be marketed as a family film, of particular benefit to young people who have a stutter or stammer.
Very altruistic of The Weinstein Company. And if the sanitized version rakes in millions more, no doubt The Weinstein Company would think that’s effin’ great.
What will viewers of the edited version be missing? Here it is, for the record, if not for delicate ears.
Oh, and that taste of Ivory? Well, I still uncork a mean f-bomb from time to time. But never in front of Ma.
OK, almost never.