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UPDATE: added 4K of Gemma’s “nude in the doorway scene”
This is an Australian series filmed in the UK. It has been adapted from the 2009 novel The Death Of Bunny Monroe by Australian singer/songwriter Nick Cave. It is available on Sky Atlantic.
A look at the life of a sex-addict traveling salesman who uses his door-to-door beauty products to meet women. It’s set in 2003, two years before the indoor smoking ban took effect, in the age of Motorola flip phones.
Sarah Greene
Gemma Dyllen
New series from Spain in the Catalan tongue
The series has 9 episodes and is divided into three blocks of three episodes each. It relates the story of three characters and the clash between reality and their virtual identities. Its protagonists write, photograph, record, edit, filter and select what to show when they exchange messages of sexual content through the social media. Digital validation and likes come into play, and this generates an identity that clashes with their daily life. The pressure to maintain this virtual identity, depersonalization, anxiety and the dissonance between online life and real life are some of the themes that the series “Sense filTRES” deals with.
I didn’t remember her or this film, even though it features Eric Roberts as a shock-jock who will do anything for ratings, which sounds like my kind of mediocre entertainment.
Her filmography is sort of fascinating, although it raises more questions than it answers. This was her first film and she had a career that basically went nowhere from 1996-2001. She had small roles in two cheapies, including this one, and appeared in one major film (Scream) in the challenging role of “cheerleader in bathroom.” She then disappeared from the biz for more than 20 years, but has recently reappeared in several indie projects.
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It’s always a good time for The Eric Roberts Watch, AKA “the quest for a thousand.”
Eric Roberts now has 900 acting credits, and another 206 “self” appearances. To put that in perspective, Gerard Depardieu, who has been required by French law to appear in every French film since the 1960s, has only 251 acting credits.
Among real actors, meaning the ones who get lines and are listed in the credits, the closest living actor to Roberts is probably James Hong, with 468.
Before Hong and Roberts came along, the champion was Charles Lane, the mean old guy who always tried to shut down the Hooterville Cannonball, with 383 credits, always playing the same grouchy character, usually from New England, although he was actually from San Francisco. As his IMDb bio states, “Lane made a comfortable acting niche for himself making life wretched for someone somewhere.”
Among his scores of cookie-cutter crank roles, Lane was in top form as the stage manager in Twentieth Century (1934); the Internal Revenue Service agent in You Can’t Take It with You (1938); the newsman in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939); the rent collector in It’s a Wonderful Life (1946); the recurring role of Doc Jed Prouty, in the “Ellery Queen” film series of the 1940s, and as the draft board driver in No Time for Sergeants (1958). Frank Capra, the famed director, utilized the actor’s services for nine of his finest films, including a few of the aforementioned plus Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936), Arsenic and Old Lace (1944) and State of the Union (1948).
TRIVIA: Lane may have been the last survivor of the infamous San Francisco earthquake. He not only made it through the quake, but he was still alive 101 years later!
The all-time record for acting credits at IMDb is held by Bess Flowers, with 1,121, but she was basically an extra, a crowd-filler who rarely had a line, and was not often listed in the credits. Another in that category is Harry Strang, with 523.
Anyway, here’s Leonora Scelfo, thanks to Johnny Moronic:
Ghost nipples!
Johnny’s film clips are here
I looked around and could not find any higher-definition version of this film. I did FF through a VHS rip, and decided it was not worth my time.
Hailey Bieber looking sexy in a full lace outfit as she attends the Wuthering Heights premiere in Sydney, Australia!
Some of these are new to me. Some are dubious. Some are not actually facts at all. Others are true and interesting.
One accurate example from the list:
There are literally hundreds of corpses on Mount Everest, and they are used as way points for people trying to climb it. The bodies are too high up to be safely retrieved, so they are left there.
True. As of now, approximately 340 people have died on Everest, and 200 or more bodies are still on the mountain. Many of these victims are located high on the mountain, where extreme conditions can make recovery impossible.
Conor Marsh lives a secluded life with his dog, Sandy, until one day he begins playing OBEX, a new, state-of-the-art computer game. When Sandy goes missing, the line between reality and game blurs and Conor must venture into the strange world of OBEX to bring her home.
This new 8-episode mini-series is based on an eponymous best-selling potboiler by Catherine Ryan Howard. It will stream on Prime.
56 Days follows Oliver and Ciara, who, after meeting randomly, fall for each other fast and dangerously hard. Nearly two months (56 days) later, detectives arrive at Oliver’s apartment to find a homicide victim. Did Oliver kill Ciara? Did Ciara kill him?
The narrative alternates between a single day in the present investigation, and the twisted trajectory of the young lovers’ affair in the past.
First look:
R.I.P. Bud Cort, star of the cult classic Harold and Maude
Since he will always be Brewster McCloud to me, here are some scenes from that film. Sally Kellerman is topless.
The popular novelist Chester Himes wrote several stories featuring two Harlem detectives, Grave Digger and Coffin Ed. His books are sexy, some might say raunchy, and their tone is darkly satirical, some might say fatalistic. He focused on black protagonists doomed by a combination of white racism and self hatred. Cotton Comes to Harlem is one of the books in that series.
The humorous Godfrey Cambridge and the humorless Raymond St Jacques played the two honest but unorthodox detectives who “broke a few heads, but never any promises.” The screenplay was written by actor-turned-auteur Ossie Davis, who also directed. This film was a financial success, so Ossie directed several films after this one, but never again with such success, and he returned to performing after 1976. A respected orator, he spoke at the funerals of both Malcolm X and Martin Luther King. If you can’t picture him, you certainly know his voice, since he did the famous commercial that said “A mind is a terrible thing to waste.”
This film balanced heavy themes with slapstick comedy, ranging in tone from Cleavon Little’s tragic portrayal of a strung-out junkie, to Redd Foxx basically playing the very same character he played on Sanford and Son. There are times when the very serious pursuit of justice is interrupted by humorous unrelated vignettes, basically non-sequiturs in the style of Laugh-In. Some of the jokes and pratfalls that seemed funny at the time now seem cringe-worthy in today’s more sensitive times. Even though the film was written and directed by a respected and intelligent man of African heritage, I doubt if such a man today would relish images of black detectives crashing into a watermelon truck while chasing down a bale of cotton. A certain amount of self-deprecatory humor would still be present in a modern dramedy from a black auteur, but the topics and symbols would be presented with more subtlety.
For my taste, the plot has too many characters and digressions. It’s one of those deals where the guys who robbed the money were actually hired by the guy they robbed, or maybe they weren’t. And there are all sorts of sub-plots involving militants, an innocent junk dealer (yes, Redd Foxx), con men, the mafia, girlfriends who may or may not be involved, and I don’t know what all. I occasionally got lost in the digressions and distracted by the surreal gags. But that was pretty much OK. It is an atmospheric film, and the confusion was used as part of the atmosphere. It would be made differently today, but it’s still a very entertaining movie, with plenty of laughs, a good detective story, and a great ending.
And Judy was a stunner!
1080 HD Videos. There are also some unidentified actresses in the final scene. (SPOILER ALERT: The clip with the unidentified actresses ruins the surprise ending that I mentioned above.)
Tuna did the full screen version years ago, but I don’t see any additional nudity.
That’s an odd story to begin with, but what makes it really strange to me is that it is my high school.
It’s quite a story. When I was in that school with my fellow early baby boomers, there were about 2,000 students and it was just a typical Catholic prep school. Today the average graduating class is between 50 and 60 kids, yet they have managed to survive and retain the immense old facility.
How could that happen? Well, they expanded to a “high and middle” school, with grades 6-12, and they charge a fortune to go there, but that still only got them to 315 total students, not enough to pay the bills. Then they had a brainstorm. They saw the high schools in Florida that are basically training programs for elite athletes and realized that there was nothing comparable for (of all things) women’s hockey. They converted some apartments, where the nuns and brothers used to live, into dorms, and created a hockey boarding school. (It’s still a regular high school as well. The hockey players attend regular classes with all the commuter kids.) It was really a radical idea, and not many people thought it would have broad enough appeal to succeed. I never would have thought of it. But it turned out to be genius. That high school is still in business, while our identical sister school, faced with an identical situation and lacking a creative solution, has been closed for decades, as have so many high schools in an era of declining birth rates and increased home schooling.
So, it turns out that I went to a hockey factory, and have never even skated in my life. As ol’ Casey Stengel used to say, “Amazin’!”