•I am the Jerry your Bruckheimer, who brought you out of the land of reading, into the house of reality television and explosions; you shall have no other producers before me.
•You shall not make for yourself a graven image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth; you shall not bow down to them or serve them; unless it’s an Oscar, a Golden Globe, or, to a lesser extent, an Emmy.
•You shall not take the name of the Arnold your Governator in vain.
•Remember the premier night, to keep it wholly a media circus; you shall not be seen at any event, be it a premier or grocery shopping, without full makeup and designer fashion.
•Honor your freeway system with your middle-finger.
•You shall not kill, unless you know Kato; or in an act of gang violence, in which case everyone will dehumanize you anyway, so it won’t matter.
•You shall not be stupid enough to get caught if you commit adultery.
•You shall not steal from anyone living in Bel Air, Beverly Hills, Pacific Palisades, or Malibu; nor from any stores on Rodeo Drive; nor if your name is Winona Ryder. Everything else is fair game.
•You shall not bear right or left while driving without first refusing to signal the turn to your neighbor.
•You shall not covet your neighbor's industry connection, nor his trophy wife, nor his Ferrari.
These are good, I might have to do one for Columbia, of course I won't have such a cool graphic for mine!
ReplyDeleteI spent perhaps too long making that graphic when I should have been finishing an essay. But the essay is done now, and the image is still awesome.
ReplyDeleteJerry Bruckheimer is, has been, and always will be, my arch-nemesis.
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