|Mackie Monsters Meet Maximum-sized Mini Men: Happy Halloween!|
|Written by Stephanie Finnegan|
|Friday, 28 October 2011 14:43|
The doll definitely has a Vegas vibe, and given its undead nature, it is the perfect spirit to haunt a casino or after-hour club. This countess doesnât have to worry about getting up early for work or missing a couple of hours of beauty sleep. With its mound of red hair, which looks sort of like Gary Oldmanâs coif in Francis Ford Coppolaâs vampire film, and its spangled showgirl costuming, this is what Ann-Margret might look like these days is she hit the stage at the Mirage. Or, perhaps, Lindsay Lohan in a decade or two.
I think Elvis might be leaving the building with this deadly dame.
Seeing vinyl vamps and porcelain âPrincesses of Darknessâ has become part of the Halloween pageantry. Itâs definitely expected. However, encountering a larger-than-life Lego man is a run-in that can raise eyebrows.
Either the ultimate Halloween prankâor an April Fools gag that is six months lateâan 8-foot-tall, 100-pound Lego man purportedly washed up on the shores of a Florida beach. As of this posting, the âmanâ was rounded up by law enforcement and brought into the stationhouse for protective purposes. (The local cops said that they would release the Lego figure if its creator comes forward and claims it.)
Apparently, the giant plaything has been fashioned by a modern-day Dr. Frankenstein, of sorts, named âEgo Leonard.â A Dutch artist (http://www.egoleonard.nl, he has been credited with also creating other Lego men that have been marooned on beaches around the world. (The photos shown here are from its Brighton, England, arrival. The knit hats and winter jackets are so crisp-looking and perfect for fall.)
The police in Sarasota look at this public artwork as an annoyance, and have the character comfortably confined. Iâm sure itâs squired away in their property room, but wouldnât it be funny if they had it in a jail cell like Otis, the pesky drunk, from the old âAndy Griffith Showâ? That would be hilariousâjust envision a Lego man waiting for his bail to be posted, with its little clawlike yellow hands locked onto the cell bars. Priceless!
The sight of the Lego wash-up made me smile because there has been so much bad news this past week. Living just miles away from the original âOccupy Wall Street,â I felt elated to see an âOccupy Seawallâ photograph. It was a distraction from a lot of confrontational rhetoric and headline-grabbing exploitation.
Now, the only thing that could turn my grin upside down would be if a mob storms the Sarasota County Sheriffâs Office, liberates the Lego offender, and then storms the beach with it. I shudder that a pagan-ish soireeâsort of like the finale of âThe Wicker Manââcould be the Lego manâs fate. Think of it as a Sunshine State version of the Burning Man alternative festival that takes over the Nevada desert annually. Honestly, itâs nearly impossible to separate the two denouements: fiction has become fact for many of these festival attendees.
I hope the Lego castaway becomes the first of many unexpected bright spots that blip up on our pop-culture radar screen.
Much more physically ambitious than âFlat Stanley,â it has the same far-reaching effect: connecting people around the globe, making folks wonder how the heck it got secreted onto a beach, and tantalizing would-be artists with their next big vision.And this Halloween 2011, I am personally ready for as many fiberglass fellows as Ego Leonard can crank out. Consider me âSwept Away,â but not the Madonna version!
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