And lo, it came to pass that there was a Showing of the earlier mentioned Supreme Ultimate Barbarian Film, Conquest.
A couple of friends were quite intrigued with the movie from my description in these humble pages. And naturally, they thought: “Drinking Game!” And so the showing became. It was decided that certain sword-and-sandal cliches would be the trigger to imbibe one’s chosen beverage.
“Boobies!” was the first thing out of Cassandra’s mouth. Not the delightful objects themselves, alas, but the suggestion that one would quaff one’s beverage upon each naked breast sighted.
“Heroic Pose!” followed Chris. And so it went;
The Evil Laughter,
And the Prophecy,
And the Bad 80’s Hair Band Hair/Clothing,
And the Snakes,
And the Anachronistic Weapon/Fighting Style,
And the Unintentional Homoerotic Moment/Look,
And the Internal Organs…
I think that there was one other to start with, but I’m not remembering it right now; Cass has the list. But soon, others were added, such as “Zombies.” (Yes–zombies…).
The only “problem” with drinking to the cliches was that there were really no scenes in which one didn’t have one’s mouth to the vessel of joy… many refills were needed, as we didn’t have Útgarða-Loki’s Drinking Horn (if you don’t know what that is, consult the Prose Edda 🙂 ).
We all survived. Indeed, a good time was had by all, and we were so inspired that we decided to watch the real Supreme Ultimate Barbarian Film, Conan the Barbarian.
And it was mighty.