Legendary actress Lauren Bacall has passed away from a stroke. She was 89.
Robin Williams was found dead. He was 63.
Gun control advocate and former Reagan press secretary died Monday at the age of 73.
ZURICH - Blues musician Johnny Winter is dead at age 70, according to Zurich police. Although no foul…
Mope gets points for being the first to send news.
I love irreverent comedy. It’s one of my guilty pleasures, and quite something most people don’t know about me. Sometimes Hubby is surprised at my taste in comedy, even after almost 29 years. It’s not like I make a secret of my adoration for everything Mel Brooks, or the Coen Brothers. I appreciate all forms of comedy, some more than others. To this day, I refuse to watch Four Weddings and a Funeral.
I have standards. The may be low, but they are there just the same.
Last week my friend Osoloco posted one of her favorite movies on the social-site-with-faces, and it turns out it’s one of my guilty pleasure movies, too! So I have been watching it over and over again for the past ten days.
I am not a gamer. I can count the number of times I played Tetris™ on one hand with fingers left over. I don’t like video games. Oh, I can sit and watch the kids play them, and Hubby as well. Especially when he plays Minecraft and a Creeper comes out and BOOM!!! That’s always hilarious to me. Not to them, though. Obviously I have a better sense of humor. Anyway, I may not be a gamer, but I am very familiar with the gaming culture, and this movie encapsulates the best and worst of it. And to have such wonderful talent like Doris Roberts, Shirley Knight, and Shirley Jones is simply divine.
So, what are y’all’s guilty pleasure movies? And are they on Netflix??
Yeah, late today. But better late than on some other day, like Monday.
Son has an interesting assignment for History. He has to pick a current music artist and defend the Walt Whitman idea of a poet for the Common Man. Some of the singers he had to choose from were questionable, such as *ahem* Kanye West. Others were a bit puzzling, like Bob Marley. Well, puzzling to me because I can’t understand him.
It got me to thinking about musicians, and which among my favorites comes close to being a poet for the every day Joe.
There is not a song of his, solo or duo, that isn’t poetry to me. Carrie Fisher did a one-woman show not too long ago, and spoke of her marriage to Paul Simon. It wasn’t very pretty, and she mentioned the songs he wrote about her after the break-up. And as she recounted all the pain and heartbreak, she told the audience that if any of them had the opportunity to have Paul Simon write a song about them, to just DO IT!!!! Why? Because it is an immortal tribute, that’s why.
So, what music artist do y’all think is a poet for the common man?
Hollywood Reporter is breaking the the news that HBO Films is in talks with Jerry Weintraub to produce a new political film. Based on the book, Under Fire: The Untold Story of the Attack in Benghazi by Fred Burton and Sam Katz, the film is scheduled for debut 2015.
Yes, after the 2014 elections.
The book, published this month, has been billed as a heart-stopping narrative of the diplomatic mission’s efforts to fend off and escape a terrorist attack on Sept. 11, 2012, which resulted in the death of four, including U.S. Ambassador J. Christopher Stevens. Fire reveals the 12-hour ordeal confronted by Stevens, Sean Smith, his Diplomatic Security contingent and the CIA security specialists who raced to rescue them.
Lest you think HBO is breaking ground being the first to make a film about Benghazi, this came out after Thunder Road Pictures released their intentions to make a film based on the book, The Embassy House. A lot of people think this is a step in the right direction as far as telling the country (the world already knows; it’s our LIVs who don’t) what happened in Benghazi on September 11, 2012. Personally, I have my doubts that HBO will be even remotely unbiased in this attempt. It’s not like they have ever, ever, been biased before.
I love old movies. There was a certain gallantry and finesse to them, no matter what the genre. It didn’t matter if it was Sink the Bismarck or Destry Rides Again or even Glen or Glenda. The celluloid was magical. It helped to suspend the disbelief, and give my imagination a new venue in which to flourish.
No, not with Glen or Glenda. I have my limits.
Anyway, a few days ago, I watched one of the newer “Fill-in-the-blank of the Dead”s. The idea behind it was to scare the ever living crap out of people, but I was just disgusted. All it was, was gore. I see enough of that on the Discovery Channel™. If a filmmaker wishes to scare people, he should think about the psyche, not the butcher’s table. To this day, Psycho is one of the scariest films ever made, in my humble opinion. Hell, Alfred Hitchcock knew the psyche very well. He tormented Tippy Hedren on and off the screen to the point of ruining her life! I will never watch The Birds again. And don’t get me started on Rebecca.
That’s not to say I don’t appreciate bloody scenes. My favorite director when it comes to spraying blood everywhere has to be Akira Kurosawa. The blood spurting from the decapitated bodies in Ran was cinematic artistry.
And how do you like your scary movies??
If you had doubts that Hollywood is an arm of the White House, you shouldn’t now.
Michelle Obama surprises Oscars by presenting Best Picture award
On an evening when the most elite gather to give each other props, I found it rather apropos to have the Cremè de Politics give the award for Best Picture.
Y’all can go vomit if you haven’t done so by now.
Tonight is that awards show of awards shows, the Academy Awards. This is the award given to those who their peers consider as having delivered the performance of a lifetime, or rather the previous ten months, really.
Fred Astaire never won.
Marilyn Monroe never won.
Peter O’Toole never won.
Cary Grant never won.
Some may have received the Lifetime Achievement Award for “sticking around long enough”. But they never won a competitive award. And that’s what counts to those myopic, fishbowl-living, Brown Derby-styling celebutardic actors. Frankly, I like to call it the Meyer Awards. Let’s face it: it’s a bunch of weenies full of bologna.
It’s too bad I gave up booze for Lent. It would have been a nice drinking game every time someone brought up some libtardic talking point in their winning speech