Film Sack 725: At Close Range
Added 2025-11-09 19:05:01 +0000 UTC
On this week's Film Sack, At Close Range! Reunited with his career criminal father, tough teen Brad thinks he's found his ticket to an exciting life of crime, only to find out he's wrong. How wrong? You might have to ask Madonna about that!
RANDY POEM
At Close Range
Young Sean Penn glaring through cigarette haze,
While Walken smirks in his unsettling ways.
They’re kin, they’re crooks, they’re something in between.
A farm, a Ford, a gun, a shattered dream.
The mullets flow like rivers full of pain,
Each denim jacket bloodied with disdain.
A family bound by theft and bad advice,
They could've used a hug, man. Maybe twice.
IBBOTT LYRICS
I have a tale to tell
I thought my life was going pretty swell
But last night proved fate just don't give a darn
Some assholes stole the tractor from my barn
I thought I locked the doors
I was just so tired last night when I done my chores
Who'd think ol' Bessie would up and disappear
I got a Dear John letter from my John Deere...
I shouldn't have taken Benadryl
And washed it down with Nyquil
No one could foretell the problems I must face till then...
How'm I gonna plow my fields
Comments
Willard (2003) might make a good Crispin Glover for you guys to "sack".
Shaun Bloom
2025-11-09 21:47:07 +0000 UTC
