Thursday, October 25, 2012

What happened to Dino?!

Hey pallies, likes I totally digs how Dino-devotion comes in innumerable and oh so varied Dino-dimensions. Case in point, likes today ilovedinomartin takes you to Miss Jessica Ayers' intriguin'ly tagged blog, "Irascible Jots" where her unique Dino-devotion is tagged "What happened to Dino?!"

Seems that Ayers has recently viewed the Dino-western, "Rough Night In Jericho," where our most beloved Dino plays a real baddie kind of character..."a rather nasty town boss" and Miss Jessica found it "VERY upsetting" that our great man was "actually pretty good at" "actually beating people up."

So, in her Dino-distress Ayers went in search of that classic Dino-clip where our Dino croons "The Christmas Blues." And Jessica took deep comfort in "keep looking at the beloved, slightly buzzed Dean Martin that we’re all used to."

It might comfort Miss Ayers that many many of the most deeply devoted pallies of our Dino are also distressed by the violent nature of our man in "Jericho." Thanks to Miss Jessica Ayers for sharin' her Dino-distress with her readership showin' what passion she has for our great man. To view this in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram. Dino-reportin', DMP



What happened to Dino?!

October 10, 2012 by Jessica Rose

I recently watched “Rough Night in Jericho”, which has nothing at all to do with Joshua and the titular city, although if you really wanted to and had some time on your hands, you could draw some loose metaphorical connections.

There.

Not quite a run-on sentence, but I’m getting there.

Anyway, Dean Martin plays a rather nasty town boss who gets put in his place by the perpetually golden haired George Peppard.

Can you imagine Dean Martin actually beating people up?

Not just throwing a punch, but full on going to town on someone’s face?

No?

He’s actually pretty good at it, which I found VERY upsetting.

I found myself hoping that he’d get soused (per his usual) and start belting out a rousing Western number.

It never happened.

He simply continued to be the most likable horribly violent person this side of the Mississippi.

To make myself feel better, I went looking for THIS



Let that image burn into your brain. Never mind the fact that he slapped Jean Simmons (the beautiful actress, not the creepy, fuzzy-haired, be-leotarded exercise guru). Never mind his particularly sticky end (it’s a 60′s Western… everyone ends up covered in ketchup). Just keep looking at the beloved, slightly buzzed Dean Martin that we’re all used to.

There.

Better.

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