Hi everyone, Bryan here….

My favorite time of year is Thanksgiving. I love that holiday for a multitude of reasons. It’s the start of giving back to friends, family, and your neighbors. The air is cooler, the leaves are a rainbow of colors, and you get to wear sweaters and long pants. It’s the little things in life, right? Also, Thanksgiving is a time for eating. It’s not just eating a simple meal, no. It’s about having friends, family, and perhaps even new guests into your home and eating a buffet of delicious food that never seems to end. If it was healthy and I could manage it, I would eat Thanksgiving meals twice a week.

I just love sitting around a big table or two with people and stuffing my face, laughing, drinking, and then repeat that order for another four hours. This reminds me of one of my favorite scenes in movie history, which took place in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Of course I’m talking about the dinner sequence with all of the insane food Indiana, Short Round, and Willie had to take part in. When the three arrive at the lavish palace in India, they are treated to a buffet of “Indian” delicacies by the very young Maharaja. The dishes include live baby snakes, cut from the belly of a large snake, giant beetles that are eaten like oysters, human eyeball soup, and chilled monkey brains, which was actually custard and raspberry sauce. What I love about this scene is how hilariously funny and down right scary it is.

First off, you don’t want to offend the Maharja by not eating his food he has served you. Secondly, just seeing the different courses come out and how horrifying they are still gives me the sweats, and not in a good way. Thirdly, watching Willie and Short Round’s expressions and audible shrieks are down right truthful and funny-as-hell. It’s a great mixture of horror and comedy with a wonderful sea of food of the most disgusting order, which Spielberg captured perfectly.

So, Bon Appétit and enjoy.


By Bryan Kluger

Former husky model, real-life Comic Book Guy, genre-bending screenwriter, nude filmmaker, hairy podcaster, pro-wrestling idiot-savant, who has a penchant for solving Rubik's Cubes and rolling candy cigarettes on unreleased bootlegs of Frank Zappa records.

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