Bill Hicks’ “Ninja Bachelor Party.”
In light of his reintroduction to public awareness on Letterman and the fact that S. Stratodrive may ban me from attending his weekly seances should I fail to prove my enthusiasm for Bill Hicks, here is his film treating the story of Clarence Mumford, a Robitussin addict hoping to become a ninja. Produced by and starring Hicks, this movie has several lines that have become part of my ordinary conversational lexicon and probably the best soundtrack I’ve ever heard.
I first saw this on a VHS we found in a dumpster in New Orleans.
I’d like to apologize for the 24/7 Bill Hicks lately… but, ah… no. No apologies. He simply rules and was waaaaaaay ahead of his time.
