Balloon of doom
P and I are big fans of the original Prisoner series. I once showed an episode to my dad, and he paused thoughtfully and labeled it “delphic,” by which I believe he meant pointless masquerading as profound. Well, in my book, “I’m not a number, I’m a free man!” is at least as good a rallying cry as “I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore!”
And then there is the suffocating balloon of doom, Rover. I file it/him under “low-budget horrifying” alongside Death Race 2000.
You will never look at inflatables the same way again.
Add to that the malevolent mod seaside design (with creepy quaint custom type based on Albertus) and I am in love-hate. Sounds like the basis for a Tavi-style lookbook right there—I’m on it.
Amusingly misrecommended tags: Albuquerque New Mexico, Balloon boy hoax, stay-at-home fathers, crafts, balloon sculpting