I’m trying something different this Sunday. My normal Saturday Odds & Sods posts consist of three acts. After yesterday’s Best Of Adrastos post, I found myself missing the Gamalian normalcy of the regular format, so I’m doing a standalone third act today just for the fun of it.

Thanks, Nat. You’re always there when I need you.

This is the second time I’ve pulled this stunt. It went fairly well last year: nobody egged my house. Of that I’m glad, I hate wasting food. It’s what happens when you’re raised by parents who grew up during the Great Depression. Damn, I’m old. So is this Robbie Robertson song about a Depression era character:

Don’t knock it until you try it or some such shit.

One quick note before we get down to business, such as it is. Tis the season for the annual Jon Swift Roundup of satirical blog posts. My submission has a helluva catchy title: Birdbrain Of Alcatraz. It’s about the Kaiser of Chaos saying something stupid and impulsive that caused outrage but was such a bad idea that even the MAGA yes men said no.

Back to our stunt. The Saturday post usually has three acts with the third act consisting of bits and bobs and, well, odds and sods. I hereby declare it Saturday on Sunday and present The Third Act.

Separated At Birth Casting Edition: Dr. A and I watched the Christmas adjacent movie, We’re No Angels the other day. It’s a movie I’ve seen several times but always forget how much I like it, especially because of Humphrey Bogart’s comedic take on his tough guy persona.

Robert Sacchi was Bogie’s doppelganger. He played him in multiple movies, most memorably in Play It Again, Sam and The Man With Bogart’s Face:

The ersatz Bogie is on the right.

Play it, Sam, make that Bryan:

Your Basic Basie: This time, we pose the eternal question:

Play ball.

Have I told you lately how much I love Count Basie?

Classic Movie Trailer:  It’s time for some escaped convict comedy with Bogie, Peter Ustinov, and Aldo Ray.

Grading Time: I give We’re No Angels 3 1/2 stars and an Adrastos grade of B+. The 1989 Neil Jordan-David Mamet-Robert Deniro-Sean Penn remake is one of  the few of that species I like. Can a movie be a species? Discuss amongst yourselves.

I feel a sardonic angel song coming on:

Saturday On Sunday GIF Horse: My motto for this segment is: When in doubt post a silent comedy image. I give you the Keystone Cops:

They may shoot their guns wildly but they don’t wear masks. A fake mustache sufficed as a disguise.

And now for a cat chase GIF:

At least I thought it was a cat. On second glance it looks more like a dog but so does Kitty Perry Mason when he zooms down the hallway.

Toon Time: Gilded Age imagery is everywhere. I’ve used it myself but not as well as Chris Britt in this scathing toon:

Let’s close down this virtual honky tonk with some more music.

Saturday On Sunday Closer: It’s time to circle back to the featured image and rock with The Who.

That’s all for this week. We’ll be back next Saturday with a full-blown Odds & Sods post, unless I blow it.