Now THAT is a family resemblance
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Category: Entertainment
Irish Pub BANS Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline”
Now if they can get rid of “Mony, Mony,” their island will be paradise regained.
Michael told me the rather fabulous story that Maggie Smith every morning on the set would insist the entire crew sing "Sit on my face and tell me that you love me!" https://t.co/DWzd0uonap
— Eric Idle (@EricIdle) August 2, 2020
RIP to a colorful character. To you he was a mere man, but in Scoopianity he was the second-most important person, right after the Shat himself. His birthday is one of the holidays on the Scoopy Calendar.
For many guys, this was their glorious coming-of-age moment – ala Katie Holmes in The Gift, Jennifer Connelly in The Hot Spot, or Phoebe Cates in Fast Times.
When I was that age, there essentially was no nudity in films, so I don’t really have such a moment. The first naked woman I ever saw in a film was Romy Schneider in Boccaccio ’70 (1962). That was a very brief peek at one breast, and I needed a tremendous amount of chicanery to get that evanescent glimpse, as I have recounted many times over the years. The first naked woman I ever saw in an American movie was Thelma Oliver in The Pawnbroker (1964). Thelma was not a famous person, but at least that was a clear, unobstructed look in good light.
She is still getting nude scene scripts. “Don’t they know I am an old lady?” (She’s 87.)
Sinatra and his buddies often referred to women as “dames” and “broads.” He paid Angie his ultimate compliment: “How wonderful it is to meet a lady who is a gentleman!”
In the future, everyone will own a film studio for 15 minutes.
At last! The world has been holding its collective breath for the next film starring Chachi!
De Havilland went on to earn her own Academy Award in 1946 for her performance in “To Each His Own,” a melodrama about out-of-wedlock birth. A second Oscar came three years later for “The Heiress,” in which she portrayed a plain young homebody (as plain as it was possible to make de Havilland) opposite Montgomery Clift and Sir Ralph Richardson in an adaptation of Henry James’ “Washington Square.”
At one point the Guinness Book of Records recognized that Regis Philbin had spent more time on camera than anyone in the history of US television – some 17,000 hours. To recognize the enormity of that, imagine that you spend two hours a day on camera, five days a week, 52 weeks per year, with no vacations. Even at that pace, it would take you more than 30 years to get to Regis level.
John Saxon’s face is one that everyone knows. He has been ubiquitous throughout our lifetimes, having appeared in more than 100 films, and nearly as many different TV shows.
“The cost for NBC was over $250,000 to build as it was all by hand and very detailed. The show almost put NBC into bankruptcy as the ratings were so terrible and the star of the show was this train essentially. Great piece of television history that belongs in a museum or a collection where it can be seen again!”
(The article is on IMGUR)
“On Sunday morning, I suffered gunshot wounds, as a result of a crime that was committed against me and done with the intention to physically harm me … I’m incredibly grateful to be alive and that I’m expected to make a full recovery.”
(She seems to be trying to control the narrative. A bystander video showed Megan herself in cuffs, and she reportedly told the LAPD she had suffered an injury to her foot due to broken glass on the floor of the car.)
I love the Fletch books and I think Hamm is a great choice. I like it so far. Don’t mess it up, guys.
I’ve written before that this is a franchise that was completely bungled after a very promising start. One of the best books in the series, “Carioca Fletch,” took place immediately after the final scene of the first Fletch movie, with Fletch in Rio. Talk about an obvious choice for a sequel! Moreover, it had everything necessary to make a great movie – exotic locale, Brazilian music and culture, and an interesting mystery amid the chaos of Carnival. Best of all, it had a generally befuddled Fletch, who was unable to navigate the intricacies and nuances of Brazilian life and law enforcement. The entire set-up is cinematic, and the book was hot off the presses when the first movie was released. Why didn’t that sequel ever happen? I don’t know. It seemed like a no-brainer. The sequel that they finally did make, some 4-5 years later, has its defenders, but I thought it was kinda awful.
There is another great Fletch yarn that would be perfect in today’s world if it were modernized a bit, “Fletch and the Man Who,” in which Fletch becomes the press secretary for a presidential candidate.
The Hamm reboot will be based on “Confess, Fletch,” which I must have read because I devoured all of them, but I can’t remember. Based on the linked article, Fletch himself becomes a suspect in a murder investigation, and the lead homicide detective is Flynn, a perfect foil for Fletch, and the star of his own series by the same author. I remember reading all the Flynn books as well, but they didn’t leave much impression on me. (Depending on the script, the casting of Flynn could be as critical as the selection of Hamm to play Fletch, since a great reboot could theoretically launch two franchises.)
No consolation prize for this game …
Earlier this week, Woolery tweeted that, essentially, everyone was lying about COVID 19, “The CDC, media, Democrats, our Doctors” were all lying to make sure Trump lost the election. Trump immediately re-Tweeted Woolery’s Tweet, basically agreeing with him and throwing Dr. Fauci and every right thinking person under the bus.
The next day Woolery backtracked. The reason? His son, he said, had tested positive for the virus. “Covid-19 is here and it is real,” he said, contradicting his entire prior Tweet. And his whole philosophy. The former host of “Love Connection,” outspoken right winger and supporter of Donald Trump, has deleted his Twitter account
“Recently, a graphic designer from Moscow, Lenivko Kvadratjić, made a bold move by reimagining the iconic Simpsons family living their most miserable lives somewhere in Russia. The designer was born in Siberia in the late USSR and later moved to Moscow to get his degree. “The Simpsons has a great influence on me and people all over the world. Many famous persons made intros for The Simpsons. I always wanted to make some parody version too with my country’s local flavor included. So I made it one day”
I assume “Lenivko Kvadratjic” is a pseudonym that implies Lazy Square, which is the English name of his YouTube channel, in a sort of Slavic mash-up language. I’m not a scholar in the Slavic languages, but he seems to play around with several of them to give his work a generic Slavic feel. He’s Russian, but the credits and captions in his Simpsons parody seem to be in the Czech alphabet rather than Cyrillic. Lenivko is the actual Bulgarian word for “lazy,” but it’s recognizable to Russians as well because the very similar ленивый is the Russian equivalent. I think kvadratić or квадрат, or something very similar, is recognizable as “square” across the Slavic world.
They can call themselves The Formerly Racist Chicks for all I care …
but I do want to know
- Do Dixie Cups still exist, or are they now just Cups?
- Can I still shop at Winn-Dixie?
Well, given her dad, she ought to be quick, so I guess Lightning Bolt will work
“First Playmate” is a trivia question that will win you many bar bets. Most people think it was Marilyn Monroe. You can also win bets on the first centerfold, also not Marilyn. You all know that Marilyn appeared in Playboy #1, but the magazine never applied the term “Playmate” to her (MM was the “Sweetheart of the Month”), and she was not a centerfold, having appeared on pages 17-19. The main color picture was presented vertically, as shown in the link above.
An obscure model/actress named Margie Harrison was the first Playboy centerfold and the first Playmate. Margie became the first “Playmate” when she was so called in the second-ever issue of the Bunny-oriented publication, and she was featured in the centerfold. Brainscan covered her in Lil From Brazil in part 4 of his brilliant overview of Grindhouse Films
By the way, you can find a PDF of that first Playboy online. It was primitive!
“Not to worry, E.D. isn’t dead — the tweets were reportedly in reference to rumors last week that “The Ellen DeGeneres Show” might get axed, which spawned a viral death hoax.”
He was one of the greatest composers of film music, and possibly the most prolific.
This theme is instantly recognizable around the world:
Backlash? Who could have guessed?
“The independent film stars Bella Thorne and “is about a street-smart party girl with a Jesus fetish who gets mixed up in a violent drug deal and finds a possible way out — by masquerading as a Nun.”
(The same way I got out of Vietnam, by the way.)
It may have a way to go before challenging the weirdest portrayal of Christ, in Greaser’s Palace, one of the oddest movies ever filmed.
GP centers around Jesus returning to the earth in the old west, into the shabbiest, most run-down town in any dried-up gulch. (Well, I suppose Bethlehem was no Paris either.) He’s on his way to Jerusalem to be an actor/singer/dancer, and he’s a whiz at performing 1940’s boogie-woogie. Jesus, aka “Jessy,” is wearing a black and gray striped 1940’s zoot suit and a big pink hat, and looks pretty much like Jim Carrey after he puts on The Mask.
God the Father is a crusty lookin’ old cowboy greybeard. The Holy Ghost wears a cowboy outfit except for the bed sheet over his head with two eyeholes cut out, and he’s upset because The Father never gives him a chance to do anything important. Here’s the Holy Trinity:
Seaweedhead Greaser is the guy who runs the town, and he has constipation problems. He can’t move to action unless properly spurred by mariachi music, so his quartet follows him around in case he needs them. Like all movie strongmen, he has a wimp of a son, and he kills the kid, Lamy Homo Greaser, in the first scene, but Jesus later brings him back to life like Lazarus, and …
Let’s see. Tattoo from Fantasy Island plays a tiny homosexual cowpoke who makes a move on Christ. And there’s a 90 year old man playing a character named “Petunia”, clad in pink gingham drag. And there’s really no way to describe this without going through every discontinuous scene. It was directed by the supremely odd Robert Downey Senior, and will give you a clear hint that Downey Junior’s early drug problems may have been inherited.
But in one sense, Hugh was never really alive, at least not in the way that we normally conceive of life.
He would have been a perfect choice for one of those “Is he alive or dead?” quizzes. I probably haven’t thought about Hugh Downs in decades, and had no idea that he was alive.
“’The Guinness Book of World Records’ recognized Downs as having logged more hours in front of the camera than any television personality until Regis Philbin passed him in 2004.”
He was 98. Variety’s obit.
I can’t eulogize him better than his close friend and longtime collaborator:
— Mel Brooks (@MelBrooks) June 30, 2020
Sacha is a genius! It was basically a reprise of his famous “Throw the Jew Down the Well” stunt.
The comedian got the rally’s conservative crowd to sing along with him about injecting Obama, Dr. Fauci and others with the “Wuhan flu.” According to event organizers, Baron Cohen first disguised himself as the leader of a PAC that wanted to sponsor the rally and then hired his own security – to block them from getting him off the stage or cutting off the power once he had started performing.
More of the song here.
Catchy tune, I was singing along.
Obama, what we gotta do?
Inject him with the Wuhan flu
Hillary Clinton, what we gotta do
Lock her up, like we used to do.
Journalists, what we gotta do?
Chop them up like the Saudis do
Chinese people, what ya gotta do
Nuke them up like in world war two
Scientists, what ya gotta do
Feed ’em to the bears like the Chechens do
and so on
I watched it last night. The movie is way too long to begin with. Many of the acts, which might have been good for a laugh in snippets, go on for the entire duration of a song, thus dragging the film out for more than two hours. The basic thrust of the plot is almost completely predictable, and the jokes are too far apart. It’s an 80-minute comedy conveniently padded out with 45 minutes of bad singing.
The problem is that the Eurovision competition is one of those things that’s almost impossible to satirize, like Tiny Tim or The Gong Show, because it is already self-satirizing. It’s weird and campy and over-the-top. It’s more than a little creepy, and after all these decades, the acts still seem to take place in 1974. What can you really say about a contest where the contestants dream of being as good as ABBA? It’s like deciding to do stand-up in the hope of someday being as good as Pauly Shore.
Having noted all that, I’ll add that the woman who dubbed Rachel McAdams’s singing is pretty darned good, Demi Lovato has a solid cameo, Iceland looks like a pretty cool place, and I did get a few laughs from a weird sub-plot about how Icelandic elves are real.