SHOULDA CALLED IT ‘HAAAAHT SURGERY’
03.06.09After the jump, I’ve got the trailer for The Way We Get By is a documentary premiering at SXSW about the special relationship between servicemen and a group of old people in Bangor, Maine.
“On call 24/7 for the past six years, three senior citizens have made history by greeting nearly one million U.S. troops at the tiny airport in Maine. Filled with unexpected turns, their uplifting and emotional journey demonstrates the meaning of community at a time when America needs it most.” [IMDB]
It seems the soldiers and the seniors find common ground in that they both have to face death every day. I think this looks pretty good, but then, old people (sweet old people, not grumpy or smelly old people) are my second biggest weakness behind puppies. Main difference is, old people you gotta feed more often. Trust me, I’ll never make that mistake again.


usually when i see a clip that starts with the words “POV” my pants are off and the video is completely different.
My grandparents stand outside toll booths giving drivers the finger.
I didn’t see Barbara Streisand anywhere in this, Vinky, but you should also check out The Way We Get By.
Thanks, Burnsy. See, these are the kind of mistakes you can expect from me before seven in the morning. You should see me blow dry my hair with the coffee pot.
They may have greeted over one million different people, but between them, they’ve just been shaking hands with Billy, Tommy, and Janie all these years.
I like to go up to the Greeter at Wal-Mart, slap his ass and yell “Good game!”
They’re just making friends with the soldiers for when the robots attack.
I liked Burnsy’s documentary titled “The Way I Get Bi”.
it’s not been a bad trip at all, if the sun don’t come tomorrow morning it’s not a big deal
Reads like Cheney’s Twitter account. Old people and soldiers scare me more than latin gangs.
I liked Pauly’s childhood documentary, “The Way We Get Bicicletas.”
I’m making a documentary about the gentlemen in purple velor suits that welcome young aspiring actresses arriving at the Port Authority Bus Terminal in NYC. It’s called The way we get bitches.
I hear, “filled with unexpected turns” is your grandmother’s English for Ass-to-Mouth.
I’m working on a documentary about my favorite Drunkard, “The Way We Get Biquini Steve.”
Filled with unexpected turns
Like pushing the elderly dude’s wheelchair backwards into a friend’s wake and unexpectedly turning it around and yelling “SURPRISE!”?
New up.
I’m in a National Guard unit and on our way home from Afghanistan this year we flew in to Bangor on Christmas Eve and all those people were there. It was unbelievable.
That being said, would topless strippers and beer have been more exciting? Probably. But that would not have warmed my “heart” so much as it would’ve warmed my “crotch”.
Holy crap – that TRAILER made me cry.
I haven’t gotten that misty-eyed since the Nic Cage movie 8MM – or as I call it – the “Feel good movie of the year!”