The other night I was watching a TV programme about murder in fiction where the presenter kept on talking about melodrama but pronouncing it ‘mellowdrama’. Like: ‘Hey man, let’s do a murder.’
It spoiled the effect really.
Mellowdrama – stop saying it like that! The Victorian crime scene suddenly lost all of its haunting black&white magic of bare brick streets bathed in expressionistic shadows – the London smog now just looked like some marijuana haze. Two costumed innocents stumbled across a body.
‘Dude, someone’s dead.’
‘Are they? Far out.’
Who did the police suspect? Everyone. No, I’m not being paranoid. I’ve just eaten a whole tub of humous. I need more. What were we talking about? Oh look, ants.
Mellowdrama, Oh, man! This is crazy Victorian shit cut with a sixties vibe.
Horizontal murder. Who could have committed such a despicable crime? The police were in two minds which was a massive clue. They arrested Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde-the-drugs. Except he got off on a technicality as his defense successfully argued he was suffering from a spliff personality. Jekyll, or Hyde, whoever, should have been hanged but instead he got stoned.
I rest my case. It’s tired.
That’s definitely enough mellowdrama for one day.
If this post messed with your mind in a way you liked, you need to get Better