Sometimes I get these crazy ideas. Can't sleep, mind racing. I was talking to my wife before bed last night when I came up with this brainstorm for a new screenplay. Ran it by my friend Barry today, who was once a big shot and who had a long career in show business. His daughter is a Hollywood screenwriter, might be able to help me sell the angle. Frankly, I think it is a shoe in.
19th century orthodox Jewish guy leaves the yeshiva in Poland. Can't take any more klezmer music. Seeking neutrality as well as a release from the cacophony he decides to set his somewhat myopic sights on the Swiss Alps.
He trades his clarinet in for an alpenhorn. Cows instantly swoon at the dulcet sound of his reverent hornblasts like he's the pied piper of Lodz...
"Dreidelveis, Dreidelveis..."
Honest to G-D, I can hear the tune right now in my head. Seriously, I don't think it can fail. We might have to braid those payos, add a few blond highlights. Maybe work in a local angle, a gorgeous shiksa milkmaid forbidden love interest. Perhaps he introduces bialies or chopped liver to the hinterland? Or kosher Chocolate?
Nu, what do you think? How can it miss?
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Hilarious possibilities abound for “Dreidelweiss”.
A submission for the soundtrack
Verse 1:
Dreidelweiss, dreidelweiss,
Every night you come spinning.
With four sides, you decide
If I’m winning or sinning.
Nun, I rest, gimel’s best,
Hey, I scream “MAZEL TOV, baby!”
Shin takes half, oy, the math…
I need brisket now, maybe.
Chorus:
Small and cheap, made of clay,
Still you wreck my whole payday.
Dreidelweiss, dreidelweiss,
Please don’t land on shin today.
Verse 2:
Dreidelweiss, dreidelweiss,
Why’d I bet all my gelt, dear?
Spinning wild, like my child
When he’s had too much root beer.
Round you go, fast or slow,
Like my cousin on kugel.
Tilt the pot, take the lot—
Now my aunt’s yelling “Schnookel!”
Chorus 2:
Grandma cheats, so discreet,
She’s been hustling since ‘43.
Dreidelweiss, dreidelweiss,
May your spin bring luck to me.
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