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??
I will be the first to admit, I am a wuss. Scary movies are just NOT my thing. I like suspense, but abhor the gore. And senseless fright is just stupid, in my ever humble opinion. But some people really, REALLY like scary flicks. My 14 year old’s favorite TV channel is Chiller. She was in absolute euphoria while Tiberius was visiting, because he has the same taste in scary movies that she does.
She does not get that from me.
Getting a thrill from fright is fun for some people. For me, it involves a lot of pain. I don’t handle adrenaline as well as most people. Still, suspense in the order of a Hitchcock film is sublime, and my preferred type of fright. Though to this day I refuse to watch The Birds again.
And what’s your favorite fright flick?
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
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?