jackass archive – american werewolf (in london)

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Most anyone who frequents the more community-based aspects of jackassworld knows I’m a big fan of the “plate of shrimp” phrase. I never thought this to be that obscure of a reference, but then again I grew up in the days of the USA Network’s “Night Flight” program, whereon the movie Repo Man played every so often. The gist of the line comes from a scene in Repo Man, where Miller, played by Tracey Walter, was expounding upon the enigma of coincidence to the other boys in the repo lot. Here’s the full quote:

“A lot o’ people don’t realize what’s really going on. They view life as a bunch o’ unconnected incidents ‘n things. They don’t realize that there’s this, like, lattice o’ coincidence that lays on top o’ everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you’re thinkin’ about a plate o’ shrimp. Suddenly someone’ll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o’ shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin’ for one, either. It’s all part of a cosmic unconsciousness.”

Well, just today, I have experienced not one but two “plate of shrimp” moments somewhat related to this scheduled archive piece:

1. “American Werewolf (in London)” was filmed while the guys were over in England for the Gumball Rally in 2001. Oddly enough, Dimitry was just standing across the room from me trying to finagle arrangements for him and a few others to go on the upcoming Gumball Rally that is scheduled to take place in the U.S. and China with a bunny-hop in North Korea.

2. We’re currently soliciting for uploaded video “Awooooos!” from community members. If you’re interested in unleashing your inner wolf (or cub), check out this post and go bark at the moon like a loon.

Incidentally, what I most appreciated about this silly footage of Chris Pontius running amok in the streets of London as a rubber-headed werewolf, is that someone on the crew, no matter how many pints of pils they may have been pissed on at the time, still had the presence of mind to carry out the mythic tale to its morning completion.