Wednesday, March 3, 2010

What's in a (F) Word?

Obfuscation Is in the Details
What are words for? When no one listens it's no use talkin at all.
- "Words," Missing Persons

Thanks to my Facebook gal-pal Caprice for alerting me to this wonderful mix that boils down the socio-political context of NWA's indigenous indignity to its essence: The F-bomb. And the MF-bomb. And the N-bomb. And the B(eeyatch)-bomb. And some Sugar, Honey, Ice Tea to sweeten the mix for good measure. All the other verbiage adds up to nothing but gibberage anyway. After all, as Homer Simpson once observed: "English? Who needs that - I'm never going to England!"

See what I'm saying?

NWA - "Straight Outta Compton" Explicit Content Only Edit



The nothing-but-profanity edit. Interestingly, most of the rage is reserved for John Law, with "Fuck Tha Police" clocking in at 42 seconds!

On a similar deconstructive note...

Scarface has a Swearing Problem

Every f**k from De Palma's SCARFACE.

Raging Bull - The F**king Short Version


Training Day - F**king Short Version


Casino - The F**king Short Version


The Big Liebowski - The F**king Short Version


Snatch - The F**king Short Version


Die Hard - The F**king Short Version


Yippee-ki-yay, motherf**kers!

Pulp Fiction - The F**king Short Version


Trainspotting - The F**king Short Version


The Departed - The F**king Short Version


Gran Torino - The F**king Short Version


Full Metal Jacket - The F**king Short Version


Superbad - The Short F**king Version


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Of course, the ultimate guide to the F-bomb is Steve Anderon's 2005 documentary F*CK.

F*CK - The F**king Short Version

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