make this movie… now
Bill Murray goes to an Indian restaurant. He engages in non sequiturs with his waiter. (Backstory, NOT FOR USE IN FILM: Waiter has learned English from advertisements on the benches at bus stops.) Disturbance in kitchen. Bill Murray does not go to investigate. Looks at place mat, lost in indecipherable reflections. Something bursts forth from the kitchen. Bill Murray finds himself “slimed” (offscreen) by the lovable little slime monster from the original film. An emotion flickers over Bill Murray’s face. Resignation? Ennui? Ironic detachment? Gentle bemusement? Despair? It is impossible to say. Bill Murray gazes at nothing. His eyebrow starts to move, but then it doesn’t. Overhead shot of a bowl of rice. Xylophone/Hammond organ music. Slow fade to black.
Yes, I know, I’m turning into a link whore. Deal with it. At least you know I’m alive. That’s more than I can say for you. For all I know, this site’s being read by zombies. And they ain’t getting the jokes.
