Aside from my 1-second cameo in the Germs biopic What We Do Is Secret from 2007 (pictured below), I have appeared in many films over the years under the alias "Pablo Smog."  Not including my participation in the music-industry allegory Full Metal Jacket, which is documented in a previous article (https://www.publish0x.com/pablosmoglives/full-metal-smog-xvwgkvk), a partial selection of my filmography (with posters) is listed below.  Thanks for watching....

What We Do Is Secret (2007)

One of the reasons I'm so hardcore about personal freedom is because I've been through this before. You're not co-opting my logo for your miserable little hateful industrial-scale genocide AGAIN.  Chasing Steve McQueen's character while chanting a bunch of unintelligable rubbish under my own billowing, polyester cartoon likeness was the last straw.  That's my brother you're chasing, you murderous swine.  Also, "Pablo Smog Lives" is a cry of freedom, of life, of revolt against death and oppression and BLM and Antifa and hell.  Putting it up next to a stop sign goes to show what you know.  Dummkopf!

Fortunately, a group of gorillas reclaimed my logo and slogan for the side of liberty and freedom. Generations later, the children of these gorillas moved to the city to find jobs in the cut-throat circus freak and animal-stuntman scene of 1980's Hollywood, and met these kids, who co-opted the slogan "Pablo Smog Lives" for their rebellion against the Communist insurrection depicted in the award-winning American documentary "Red Dawn."  I never got paid, but the honor I felt was compensation enough.

During the Troubles in Ireland in the 1970s, "Pablo Smog Lives" was the warcry of a gang of musical purists & absurdists tasked with ridding the streets of arrogant, posturing rock stars.  Widely mistaken as an IRA agent, this woman was in fact a Terminator sent by the leader of Pablo Smog's Republican Army in the year 2025 to assassinate Bono and save the world. Obviously, she failed.

In the dystopian sci-fi musical "Children of Pablo Smog," the world economy collapses under the weight of too many free music lessons, causing a culture-wide devolution into widespread monosyllabic unrest and tuneless, musically-simplistic violence.  In this scene, a failed assassin awaits interrogation, gazing with horror at the face of his oppressor.

When I establish my musical dictatorship in the future, everybody will be forced to take piano lessons until they realize it isn't a hobby.  Anyone caught skipping their piano lessons will have their rations reduced and be subject to crippling fines.

Record distribution was a dangerous job in the 19th Century.  In addition to pestilences, Indian attacks, and highway robberies, some of the cargo was known to spontaneously combust in transit.  Many men died in the process of transporting a single album from one territory to another. In this scene, a famous distributor decides whether or not it's worth transporting my latest album with a lit cigarette.  I think I lost 12 men on that album.  Hard times.

Most people know that the Lost Boys were huge fans of mine, and that Kiefer Sutherland based his character in part on behavioral aspects of me during my junkie phase.  What they don't know is that halfway through production, they scrapped my "Junkies For Jesus" poster in favor of a huge wall poster of Jim Morrison as decoration for their lair.  The official reason, the excuse they gave me, is that I wouldn't go through my junkie phase until 15 years after filming, and that while vampires may be immortal, they aren't anachronistic.  I suffered a huge advance loss in royalties, from which I have yet to entirely pre-recover.

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And finally, most people don't know that the 2nd unit on the original Terminator used the technology described in the film to travel nearly 40 years into the future, where the last scene was shot.  In this raw, undoctored still, the "Pablo Smog" sticker I put up at the gas station when I left the U.S. in 2020 is clearly visible, as are the effects of the drugs consumed by the director.  Test audiences rejected the druggy, incoherent filter applied to the film, which had to be re-shot when the director was sober.  The "Pablo Smog" sticker was considered anachronistic, and was scrubbed from the final cut using the same technology.

Thanks for listening and watching,

Pablo Smog