Twisted

Norman Wisdom visits Albania, orphanage, miserable looking kids. One scene is him outside with a kid sitting on the side of the dusty road, all shabby and dirty. He hands the kid a cuddly toy, pats him on the head, the boy, expressionless, doesn’t know what to do, neither does Norman…I go, in voice of the kid “I don’t need no stinking teddy bear, I need food, look at me, I need a home…I’ll be dead by tomorrow.” All the while, in my utterly sarcastic, twisted way, I laugh out loud at the whole miserable fucking thing.