Sir Ben Kingsley acted snobbish around my cat.
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Demarates — 15 years ago(August 10, 2010 12:27 AM)
I'm at work and just minutes ago I entered "Ben Kingsley" in the search box at the top of the IMDB-page. First, nothing happened, then my screen started flickering and a box with some sort of live-video feed opened
It was a very angry-looking Ben Kingsley who spat "This will teach you to respect my Knighthood !". Then my screen switched to hard-core gay porn and the volume went way up.
A very awkward moment and the end of my good rep around the office.
Let this be a warning to all of you, it's SIR Ben Kingsley.
Faith means making a virtue out of not thinking. - Bill Maher -
Claptonvaughan — 15 years ago(September 02, 2010 03:26 PM)
His arrogance has gone beyond IMDB and movie-related sites.
I put "Ben Kingsley" into Google and the result page didn't just ask "Did you mean: Sir Ben Kingsley" but instead "You DID mean: Sir Ben Kingsley" before automatically redirecting to his personal site and setting itself as my browser's homepage.
A home page, btw, which is comprised solely of a close up picture of his hand decorated with SEVERAL gaudy, over-sized man-rings. -
ackstasis — 14 years ago(June 08, 2011 07:33 PM)
Thank God! Ive spent the last three hours dragging myself to an internet-enabled computer, to warn you of the (Sir) Ben Kingsley-related ill fortune that has only just befallen me. It all started in early 1943, when Anna Lyna Mary and Rahimtulla Harji Bhanji, following a mutually ill-advised bout of alcoholism, made the decision to coalesce well, perhaps thats going too far back. Most relevant, given their temporal proximity to the incident I seek to detail, are the events that took place this very night.
At an hour not entirely dissimilar from 10:30pm, I was loping across the velvety gaming-room of Aspinalls Casino in the hopes of squandering the betting activities of my grand-uncle, a wealthy industrialist gambling addict with a particular penchant for the Roulette Wheel. As I reached the Roulette table, I was astonished to find that the wealthy visitor recklessly jettisoning his finances was not my dear great-uncle, as I had supposed, but the esteemed, celebrated, and revered actor of British cinematic folklore, Sir Ben Kingsley
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Highly embarrassed by this inexplicable faux pas, I offered my heartfelt apologies to Sir Ben for my sudden entrance, and for the sweaty hand that I had placed so forcefully on his left shoulder. The Oscar-winning thespian said not a word in reply, communicating his utter contempt only through a distasteful raise of his eyebrow. It might have ended there, but in my hurry to withdraw I accidentally tripped on the gold-embossed rose petals that had been scattered for Sir Bens walking pleasure, and my flailing hand knocked four 100,000 chips from Sir Bens tightly-clenched fist. The chips landed on red, just as the roulette wheel creaked to a stop on the colour black.
The watching crowd waited with bated breath for Sir Bens reaction to this turn of events. But he simply waved away the loss with it is nothing; I will make it back with my next Uwe Boll movie before gently taking me by the shoulder and steering me away from the Roulette table.
I cannot get angry at you, my boy, spoke Sir Ben delicately and confidentially. For, owing to my superiority in practically all respects, artistic or otherwise, it would be like berating a dog for barking too loudly.
By now, Sir Bens firm grasp had directed me to the casinos second-floor balcony, which was strangely devoid of romantic couples or cancerous chain-smokers. I said nothing, still fearful of the actors wrath.
No, I am not going to hurt yo2000u, laughed Sir Ben, perhaps having recognised my anxious features. The God of the New Testament is, after all, a magnanimous being.
This remark caught me by surprise. Im sorry, what?
Sir Bens faced darkened somewhat. Why do you think they asked me to narrate the 2007 animated film,
The Ten Commandments?
That is a role fit only for a deity.
But the Lord was actually voiced by Elliot Gould. Does that make him more of a god than you?
I was suddenly hurled through the air, and my body clattered against the railing of the balcony. Sir Ben was livid, his eyes glinting maniacally in the moonlight.
NOBODY IS MORE OF A GOD THAN ME! he cried.
But Elliot Gould even has the word
God
hidden in his surname.
Sir Ben not content with having the word
King
in his surname was enraged by this remark, and stormed towards me. Lifting my filthy, working-class body into the air by the collar of my flannel shirt, he held me over the balcony railing, where my feet kicked ineffectually in mid-air.
Dear God, I cried. Please dont hurt me.
Sir Bens reply was cold and soulless. Dear man I do what I want.
Luckily, I landed on Hugh Grant.
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Demarates — 14 years ago(June 11, 2011 08:59 PM)
It took me years of therapy but I am now able to openly talk about a childhood trauma I experienced.
As a boy of about 8 years old living in Norway, I watched Sir Ben Kingsley club two young seals to death. He then went on to skin them and make a hat from those skins.
Not the animals, I mean, but
actual
US Navy Seals.
All the way through he was singing : "Camptown ladies sing dis song, Doo-dah! doo-dah ! Camptown race-track five miles long, Oh, doo-dah day !"
It was quite upsetting.
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Astrolupine — 14 years ago(December 28, 2011 07:02 AM)
This is the greatest IMDb thread I've seen in the history of history.
Yippee-ki-yay, pastel-colored resistance!
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Demarates — 13 years ago(May 26, 2012 01:44 AM)
Yesterday on my way to work SIR
Ben Kingsley punched me in the face.
Again.
He's such a evil little man.
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mjd_subs2 — 11 years ago(August 16, 2014 11:54 PM)
Ackstasis, you are a very good writer and story teller. I know it's been awhile since you posted this but I wanted to chime in and compliment you. I hope you are pursuing some type of writing career and you are clearly talented.
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AssetsonFire — 11 years ago(December 24, 2014 09:28 PM)
This again?
You probably aren't fit to polish Sir Kingsley's boots. As any cinaste will inform you, Sir Kingsley reserves His disdain only for the
truly
deserving. Naturally, this rule encompasses the entire animal kingdom. It's hardly His fault that you have a beep cat. Don't like it? Get a better cat, such as a jaguar.
1c84~.~
There were three of us in this marriage
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