Watched UHF this morning. Although this film will never make it to any of my top ten lists of films I enjoy watching, I find myself being rather entranced by the film. There’s something about it’s goofy rationale that just pulls me in. Yet, it’s a rather inspiring story, hiding within the millions of parodies.
And, one of the gems of the film is a pre-Seinfeld Michael Richards, playing a simpleton. It’s a fun character, allowed to play out his childhood as an adult. . . and he loves his mop.
However, within his goofiness is this beauty of a monologue equating life to cleaning floors:
This is my new mop. George, my friend, he gave me this mop. This is a pretty good mop. It’s not as good as my first mop. I miss my first mop, but this is still a good mop. Sometimes you just hafta take what life gives ya, ’cause life is like a mop and sometimes life gets full of dirt and crud and bugs and hairballs and stuff… you, you, you gotta clean it out. You, you, you gotta put it in here and rinse it off and start all over again and, and sometimes, sometimes life sticks to the floor so bad you know a mop, a mop, it’s not good enough, it’s not good enough. You, you gotta get down there, like, with a toothbrush, you know, and you gotta, you gotta really scrub ’cause you gotta get it off. You gotta really try to get it off. But if that doesn’t work, that doesn’t work, you can’t give up. You gotta, you gotta stand right up. You, you gotta run to a window and say, “Hey! These floors are dirty as hell, and I’m not gonna take it any more!”
Obviously this little foray into philosophy is used to instill a change in Weird Al’s character, George. But I have to say, it stuck with me this morning. Maybe because I’ve been so stuck in the world of trying to figure out what next to do with my attempts at getting my books out into the world.
But you gotta love it. The delivery, especially coming from this character, just seems so honest and, well, cuts right to the heart of the matter. Here’s this man who knows little more about the world than how to clean it, and he sees the world in such terms. But sometimes there’s something you just can’t get that spot cleaned, no matter how hard you try. But Stanley’s not the type of dude to just get out a rug and place it over the spot. No, because even if you can’t see the spot, you know it’s there. You have to put everything you’ve got into getting that stain out. You may have to get angry and yell at the top of your lungs, as Stanley suggests, but you still need to get back in there.
I just hope Mr. Richards takes Stanley’s advice in approaching his attempt to revive his career from the toilet he’s tossed it into in the recent years. . .