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Posted: October 23, 2011 12:30 a.m.

Occupy Wall Street, the movie

Someone must make this into a movie: Mobs of angry people gathering outside the walls of the evildoer demanding revenge, if not justice, for the mad scientist who built the monster that terrorized the populace.

No, this would not be a remake of Frankenstein but a story of the Wall Street protestors.

No question people are mad and since no one knows how to display that anger a bunch of folks have gotten together and taken to the street.

The mob appears to be demanding some type of accountability on the part of the Wall Street gurus they see as being largely responsible for the financial mess of the country, but like the Tea Party and a dead jellyfish they have no purpose and no direction.

Since this is Wall Street, I don't understand why someone has not figured out a way to make a few bucks by opening a rent to own store for torches and pitchforks. You can't have a really good mob without torches and pitchforks.

You also can't help feeling that as the crowd is milling about there isn't some Quasimodo-like corporate executive high up in the office tower ready to pour down a kettle of boiling oil or at least toss a paper shredder onto the crowd.

But as a movie this would be art imitating life.

It is unfortunate Marlon Brando is dead because he would have been perfect to play the evil executive mad scientist. He was fat and bloated so he would have looked the part of the greedy executive, and since no one understands what they are talking about when they start raving about financial instruments, Brando's mumbling would have fit right in.

But this would be the kind of movie that would allow some people to start whole new careers. Since Brando is gone, we have to find someone else who can mumble out of both sides of their mouth at the same time and say nothing but be able to project the image of the evil executive. In his first acting role - well, not actually his first - this part could go to former Vice President Dick Cheney.

Naturally we must have someone in charge of the mob; a well-meaning individual who generally proves himself totally inept and out of touch with the world when put in a position of authority. Al Gore would be perfect.

While the monsters in the financial meltdown were the confusing and meandering financial instruments that roared across the country destroying everything they touched, we would need someone to physically embody this insanity.

The part would have to go to someone who is on the ledge of out-of-control lunacy with a penchant for irrational, dangerous and foolish behavior. This is Charlie Sheen's come back. (We could go ahead and sign Sarah Palin for the role as the bride of the disaster in the sequel.)

And as we have already seen, finding people to play the angry mob would not be a problem but you would need a good, solid group of unemployed folks with nothing to do.

These individuals would need to stand tall in the face of adversity and be able to hold their ground. The ideal mob would be the out-of-work players from the National Basketball Association because no one in the NBA has been called for traveling in about 20 years.

The director would, of course, be Steven Spielberg. He has dealt with snakes, mobs and Nazis, so making a film about Wall Street would pose no problems for him.

But the mob is right about two things: while it may be vague, the anger is nonetheless real and the notion of holding people accountable for their actions, rich or poor, is an acceptable standard.

It may be that Frankenstein is not the right template for this story and it would be a better parallel to the "Tale of Two Cities" but instead of Paris and London we would have Wall Street and Washington.

That would make for a better story. As I recall, there were some folks introduced to the guillotine at the end of that one.

Ric Latarski is a freelance writer who writes on a variety of topics and can be reached at Rlatarski@aol.com.

 

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