Minty Fresh

Last night I watched The Golden Child while folding laundry.  (I know!  Even I’m a little overwhelmed by the constant excitement of life here in Hoboken.)  Towards the end of this cinematic  gem, there’s a scene where – SPOILER ALERT!

Say, do you really need to say “spoiler alert” for a movie that’s nearly twenty-five years old?  Did I really just type twenty-five in front of the word “years?”  In other news, I’m pretty sure I just felt my left hip shatter.

Consider yourself warned, regardless.

At the end of the movie, the female lead (who died earlier saving the man that she loves, natch) is resurrected by a tiny Tibetan bald kid.  In typical movie fashion, the second her heart starts beating again she sits straight up and starts licking Eddie Murphy’s uvula as though her recently reclaimed life depended on it.

Now I’ve probably seen that movie at least fifteen times and never thought twice about that scene before last night.  But this time…well, I found myself dry heaving.

Now for Zombies!

Just earlier that morning I’d rolled over in my half-sleep and accidentally placed my super sniffer within an inch of my husband’s epic morning (after a garlic-laden dinner) breath.  Having consumed the same meal, I was also rocking some serious mouth rot.  If we had locked lips at that moment, I’m fairly certain birds would have fallen from the sky while steel girders melted.

Whadya reckon death breath smells like?  Probably like zombies – putrid, a little metallic, with maybe a faint hint of boiled lima beans in there, too.  Exactly the sort of environment you’d want to avoid sticking your tongue into, am I right?  (Why am I suddenly picturing Lindsay Lohan?)

Come to think of it, I bet Prince Charming had to swallow back some vomit when he awakened Sleeping Beauty.  At least in Rip Van Winkle there’s no kissing involved.  And while I haven’t read the Bible myself, I’m sort of doubting there’s a graphic make-out scene when Jesus is resurrected.  I’m also relatively sure there are no tiny Tibetan bald kids.  Or a half dragon lady that sounds like a drag queen in an echo chamber.  (But to be certain,  I’ll let our resident Catholics,  Tom G. and Dufmanno, weigh in on that one.)


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42 thoughts on “Minty Fresh

  1. Um. Yah.

    Sooo, one: Why is zombie mouthwash pink?……

    Two: breath obviously has zero affect on non-humanoids (prince charming was all a facade…)

    Three: the husband and I don’t *do* am-breath-anything. 🙂

  2. I know exactly what you mean. Think how much better that scene would have gone if it went: “Oh! My love, you’ve come back to me!” and then places his hand over her mouth and says, “Naw, we can kiss later. There’s a 7-11 down the street. I’m sure they have Listerine.”

  3. I inhaled so much garlic once that it wasn’t just my breath that was kickin’ it was my whole body.
    Even after showering every day for one week, each human who came within a one foot radius of me grabbed their noses and started crying aloud wondering who had dug up something previously dead and buried and left it out to rot in the sun.
    Can’t you see why so many people find me appealing?

  4. I can’t eat garlic. On that note vampires morning breath doesn’t exist at all. Neither do vampire farts. Or any gross bodily function.

    The undead smell like candy. You know the opposite of dead.

  5. If they could harvest and bottle morning breath in a spray can we’d have a new weapon of mass destruction on our hands. Seriously, does anyone wake up with sweet breath? I always wake up confused because I don’t remember chowing down on a rat carcass in my sleep but it sure smells like I did it. The only thing that gets me out of bed, besides knowing my coffee awaits, is knowing that lurking in the bathroom closet is enough toothpaste to sink a battle ship.

    Also? Mmmm zombies!

  6. Well, since you asked, according to the catecism of the catholic church, the only ones present at the ressurection were angels. They don’t say anything about uvula licking but it’s possible. In the paintings I’ve seen Jesus is rocking a pretty awesome beard. Being the son of God I’m sure his breath smelled minty fresh, and as we all know angel’s breath smells like Nutella which is all they eat in heaven. Besides bacon of course.

  7. I wonder about this ALL THE TIME watching every single movie where they KISS in the morning. EWWWW. I just told myself they cut the few minutes when both rush to rinse their mouths. I wonder about the postcoital cuddling too…

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