I was going to post some insane story about a break-dancing marshmallow man floppin’ around on a glass floor like a fish out of water, his blue face chanting a dying mantra as his eyes bulged out and people watched, normal people watched and stared, and pointed, and laughed at the misery because it was funny and out of the fog some strange penguin in a blue tuxedo steps up to the break dancing marshmallow man, who eyeballs the penguin with heavy round eyes, and kicks him in the toe and a piece of red herring pops out of the break dancing marshmallow man’s mouth and the break dancing marshmallow man, whose face is no longer blue but red, smiles at the penguin and is grateful and hugs the blue tuxedoed penguin for saving his life and the crowd, sullen and depressed now knowing they are going to miss the death scene climax like a black nova driving through the windshield of a toyota, paddle off into the sunset depressed because the break dancing marshmallow man lived and the penguin, happy to save a life, happy to see the break dancing marshmallow man get to his feet, picked up the piece of red herring with his beak, swallowed it, choked, and died.
But I decided not to because the ending is too depressing for American film.
