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Popular psychologist, columnist, and television and film personality Joyce Brothers has died. She was…
When it rains, you should expect a hurricane.
His improv was awesome, his delivery precise, and his humor extraordinary. I was one of his many fans…
Roger Ebert dead at 70 of cancer according to the Chicago Sun-Times
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
This is a great film. Jeff Bridges plays a burned out, alcoholic country singer on his last leg. The trailer above is a tiny bit misleading as while the movie does feature a romance it is not exactly as central to the movie as it seems although it is pivotal in Blake’s (Bridges) story.
The movie is based on a book that was originally intended as a story about Merle Haggard but gaining the rights to Haggard’s life story were a bit hard to lock down, it became a more generic story with Blake’s character being more of a collage of Haggard, Kristopherson and Waylon Jennings.
I think the more generic, old-school, has-been country singer made for a better movie (I’ve not read the book).
The point here is, Bridges makes this movie. The story itself is not a new story, not a new perspective and there’s no twist or anything terribly unexpected. The actors here are what make this movie great. Bridges, Gyllenhaal and even Colin Farrell make this film what it is.
Oh, and who knew Bridges and Farrell could sing?
If you’ve not seen it, put it on your to-do list.
This movie is a classic horror with humor sprinkled in from the good old days.
While it does have a sad lack of boobies but more than makes up for it with the laughs and lots of “eeeeewwwww” moments.
One scene has probably the creepiest little girl since The Ring.
The other day, I got the chance to see a truly bad flick that our esteemed friend, SOYLENT GREEN sort of recommended some time ago. I love bad movies. I respect every one of them. It takes a lot of courage to write tripe, find a dupe to back it, and get bad actors to immortalize their efforts on celluloid. That’s talent!!
Anyway, the feature in question is Rubber, which I understand around here would probably be confused with pr0n, but it isn’t. The story revolves around a tire named Robert.
When Robert, a tire, discovers his destructive telepathic powers, he soon sets his sights on a desert town; in particular, a mysterious woman becomes his obsession.
Trust me: you can NOT go wrong with this flick. It’s one of those “so bad it’s good” movies that you can spend 82 minutes and not need them back at all. I was laughing so much, I never even drank my glass of wine. A tire named Robert?? BWAAAHAHAHAHA!!!
It’s one of my quirks, bad movies. It’s the only reason I still tune in to the Sy Fy Channel. I’m sure y’all have a list of the worst movies you have enjoyed, so spill and share
30 Minutes or Less is about a slacker pizza delivery guy who gets forced to rob a bank. The reviews of the movie aren’t great and if I paid $10 to see it in a theater I might agree. I didn’t. I Netflixed it. I thought it was decent. Not great and certainly not a movie you’ll remember in 2 years but it was funny and certainly worth the price of a rental.
The Green Lantern is another movie that got less than great reviews. Again, this might not have been worth the price of a theater ticket, but is certainly worth the price of a rental. Bonus: You get to watch Tim Robbins die a horrible death.
This was 102 minutes of my life I really wish I could get back. I didn’t think much of the first one and this is much much worse. Not only do I not recommend seeing this pile of shit, but if someone invites you to watch it, come up with some excuse. Your time would be better spent sitting at home and staring at the walls.
Aside from being probably one of the great feel-good movies ever made, it also features probably the most supportive wife ever portrayed in a movie.
Its a very rare moment when she shows doubt in her husband.
I’ve heard people say that Doc Graham got fucked. When Ray’s little girl fell and Moonlight Graham had to leave the field to save her. He couldn’t go back. Well, he lived his dream. He wanted to bat against a big league pitcher which he did. He also made statements to suggest that he believed being a doctor was more important than being a ball player.
In addition to everything else, an aging hippie who has come to realize his dad is not the bad guy he thought he was, gets to take it all back and play catch with his dad.
Anyhow, excellent movie in both concept and execution.
We all know Kevin Costner can’t act.
“Is this heaven?” ….. “No. It’s Iowa.”