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Happy Birthday, Peter Yarrow, of Peter, Paul and Mary. He wrote "Puff, The Magic Dragon" (which is not about drugs) but you've heard that 1000 times. How about something else from PPM:
Happy Birthday, Peter Yarrow, of Peter, Paul and Mary. He wrote "Puff, The Magic Dragon" (which is not about drugs) but you've heard that 1000 times. How about something else from PPM:
Here's an interesting piece from my old friend Matt Welch about California's financial distress (coming soon to a state near you) and the predictable arguments from the chattering class about the need to raise taxes and spend ever more, no matter what the results.
From the LA Weekly theatre review of The Elephant Man:
Last week's episode of Breaking Bad, "Phoenix," may have been its saddest. Also it's most outrageous. We're a long way from the heartpounding danger and violence of the early season. Now it's the disaster of bad choices, which is a lot more personal.
Here's an odd little piece: "Is it possible to hate Family Guy but still like Seth MacFarlane."
When you've got a good song you don't need to mess with it too much. That's why I've always preferred Dionne Warwick's version of "I Say A Little Prayer" to Aretha Franklin's.
Megan McCardle on Judge Sotomayor's critics and affirmative action:
White House press secretary Robert Gibbs on criticism of Judge Sotomayor: “I think it is probably important for anybody involved in this debate to be exceedingly careful with the way in which they’ve decided to describe different aspects of this impending confirmation.”
A local ad that offers complimentary tickets for a showing of The Hangover also notes "select lucky winners will receive White Castle gift certificates."
I was recently looking at Schickel On Film, a collection of essays by Richard Schickel that came out twenty years ago. Overall, pretty good.
I caught NBC's show about TV's 50 funniest catch phrases. The results come from the Paley Center For Media, and there was some sort of vote involved, though I have no idea who voted.
I'm always willing to check out the early Columbia pictures of Frank Capra. They generally have some entertainment value, and even when they fall short you can see his development.
Because we only have two parties that count, they both contain elements that have trouble getting along. The biggest division among the Republicans is those who want government to leave us alone and those who want government to tell us what to do.
I never watched Land Of The Lost, but last week when the SCIFI channel had a marathon I tuned in to see the credits sequence, which cracks me up. I stuck around long enough to notice that some impressive names wrote the episodes--Larry Niven, David Gerrold, D. C. Fontana, Ben Bova, Norman Spinrad, Theodore Sturgeon--I had no idea.
Here's what intrigues me about this video:
President Obama picking Sonia Sotomayor for the Supreme Court is disappointing since it was so predictable. She was the strong favorite from the start, and, of those on the short list, probably the least inspired choice.
In the midst of overpraising Wallace Shawn in The New Yorker (of which Shawn is a spawn), we get this from John (scion of a Lion) Lahr: "Ben, we learn, is one of the barbarians who have devoured the planet, and, beneath his charm, he is as unrepentant as a hedge-fund manager."
Michael Haneke is a talented filmmaker, and for all I know he deserves the Palme d'Or at Cannes for White Ribbon, a "stark, black-and-white drama set in a rural German village on the eve of WWI." But haven't we moved beyond the time when to show something is serious, we don't shoot in color?
I enjoyed Donna McKechnie's autobiography Time Steps, but it has structural problems. It starts out with a talented young girl who runs away from home (Detroit!) to make it as a dancer, and before she's twenty is in the chorus of a Pulitzer Prize-winning musical, How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying. She meets Broadway's bigwigs and goes from one major show to the next--Promises, Promises, Company, A Chorus Line--and wins a Tony Award. So far, so good, but we're only at the halfway point.
I don't think too many insiders were surprised to see the new Night At The Museum easily take the weekend over the new Terminator. It had been the odds-on favorite for a while.
It's sad to see formerly important newsweeklies go the way of the dodo, but I have to agree with Michael Kinsley's criticism of the Newsweek remake. It's true, though, there's not much they can do--the general format (as much as we need news sources) is becoming outmoded, but the last thing we need is another journal of opinion and analysis. I'd rather Newsweek have tried to keep doing what it was doing (just better), even if fewer want it. (Today's barren landscape makes John Podhoretz's reminsicence about the glory days of Time seem like a fairy tale.)
When I was a kid I noticed if I walked along a fence while looking down, and then after looked at the ground, it would start moving. If you've got two minutes to waste, here's an even better illustration of that principle.
I'd heard plenty of things about producer Jon Peters since I moved here, but Nikki Finke, directly hooked in, heard them all and then some.
I wasn't expecting much from Terminator Salvation, so I ended up liking it more than I thought I would. Harry Knowles over at Ain't It Cool News couldn't wait to see it and ended up giving it a rare pan.
The NY Times has an article about racially segregated proms that endure in some southern towns. HBO is going to air a documentary film about the same subject. It will be interesting to see how many towns are shamed out of the practice by next year's prom season.
Congress may be voting on a law requiring businesses to offer paid vacations to employees. This is what government does best, of course--offering you stuff that other people pay for.
So Nancy Pelosi makes astonishing claims about the CIA, and when asked about them, replies: "I have made the statement that I'm going to make on this. I don't have anything more to say about it. I stand by my comment."
I was watching Seems Like Old Times, an amiable 1980 comedy written by Neil Simon, starring Chevy Chase, Goldie Hawn and Charles Grodin.
Here's sort of an interesting poll on sf films, though it does seem to be one of those dumbed-down kinds where it's multiple choice rather than open.
In Variety's review of Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian we find this sentence:
There a few filmmakers less fit to get to the bottom of our financial crisis than Michael Moore, but he's still gonna try.
A number of reviews of Quentin Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds, which just debuted at Cannes, give away the ending. I'd link to them, except why link to what I don't want people to read.
"Mandala" was sort of an in-between episode for Breaking Bad. It denied a lot of things that happened before. Walt is back in, Jesse's using, no one's scared of him any more, and the whole system they set up which had been working reasonably well fell apart.
The Jazz Singer started the sound revolution, but it's not a complete talkie itself. In fact, it's really a silent film with a few musical interludes thrown in. The effect is sort of creepy, since you hear someone and then, suddenly, he can't make noise any more.
I was going to write something on an LA Times piece on card check (it's all about process so it can avoid substance (and then gets the process wrong)), but I see Mickey Kaus beat me to it.
Let me summarize Google CEO Eric Schmidt's commencement address at the University Of Pennsylvania:
Despite a lot of money spent to convince us otherwise, by a large margin California voters rejected a bunch of higher tax propositions. California is (and has been for a while) in serious financial trouble, but that doesn't mean increased taxes are the way to go.
For the first time ever, I don't care who wins American Idol. Last year I cared less, but still a little. Now I may not even watch. It's a weird feeling.
I heard a report on NPR about the history of Star Trek. It was actually from a few years ago, dusted off for the new movie. Among others, they interviewed Tim Cavanaugh, who wrote a fine 40th anniversary tribute a few years ago in Reason.
I was watching a bit of Close Encounter Of The Third Kind on TV. I've never been too fond of the movie. What didn't help was that I saw it while still in love with Star Wars, and it just didn't compare.
I enjoyed th third year of 30 Rock, and the finale, if it didn't top the season, capped it off just fine.
One of the big arguments I have with my friends (and that almost no one else in the world cares about) is which is better--one-camera or three-camera sitcoms. In layperson's language, this essentially means live before an audience or not.
After close to 34 years, Generalissimo Francisco Franco remains dead. But apparently there is a little less of him dead than was previously thought.
People are talking about WolframAlpha, and we at Pajama Guy are always happy to help out a struggling new website. I'd describe what WA does, but I don't understand it yet.
The penultimate episode of The Office had Jim and Pam about to go off and get married, and then decide against it. It was already a mistake to get them together--marriage would have been the final nail in that coffin, so it's just as well.
One of the problems in the debate over the "torture" memo, according to Victoria Toensing, is the opposition hasn't read it. But that's never stopped them before:
Here's a theory on Lost that's as good as any other, I suppose. I have a few quibbles. For one thing, I'm not sure it's established Jacob's nemesis is also the Smoke Monster. It makes sense, and secrets on Lost are often fairly straightforward when revealed, but I think it would be cool if the Smoke Monster were a separate entity.
Fling chocolate bars are being test-marketed in California. Their website is all in pink and their slogan is "Naughty...but not that naughty."
Some have been using this quote in the Chicago Tribune to summarize President Obama's position on same-sex marriage.
After posting about "Turkey Lurkey Time" from Promises, Promises, I thought I'd put up the show's best-remembered song, "I'll Never Fall In Love Again." There were plenty of versions out there, such as Dionne Warwick's hit recording from 1970, and Elvis Costello and Burt Bacharach doing it in Austin Powers 2.
I saw Angels & Demons. If anything, it's worse than The Da Vinci Code. But it made me wonder about this kind of film. What kind? Another example would be the National Treasure franchise, where an academic uses his expertise to search for old clues left behind centuries ago to solve a modern-day mystery.
In an article on Dick Cheney, we get this from Maureen Dowd:
The internet is a haven for creative spelling. Above all, there's one word that's spelled wrong so often that I'm surprised when anyone gets it right. "Definitely."
I was paging through George, Being George, an oral history of George Plimpton, when I noticed, on page 225, a photo of John Wayne and Plimpton. It was identified as being from Rio Bravo. Not even close. Plimpton made a stunt appearance in Rio Lobo, a later, and much worse film with the same star and director.
Here's an interesting article on the damage that political correctness, as it were, has done to Europe. Tolerance may be, in general, a good thing. But does that mean that all cultures and cultural ideas are of equal value, and should be treated as such? Aren't there any concepts a society has that may be worth preserving--free speech, the rule of law, equality of the sexes?
I recently watched the rarely shown Something Wild (1961) starring Carroll Baker. It starts with a rape and is pretty strong stuff for its day--it's an independent film, and showed stuff you weren't gonna get from a Hollywood production.
I'll usually take a person's word for it, but I find it hard to credit Nancy Pelosi's claim she wasn't told that waterboarding was being used. Not only is it a convenient after-the-fact conversion, it goes against the recall of others. (Even if, against the evidence, she only heard waterboarding was okay, you still have to wonder why she didn't complain, since, according to what she claims now, this would mean she was told a war crime was legal.)