Sunday, April 9, 2017

The Twitter Thing: Who knew?

The things I run across on Twitter.  Conspiracy theories and everything else.

Richie Rich

Jurassic Park


Saved by the Bell

Who knew

I’ll wrap it up in a ribbon with this one.


Oh hell, why stop there.


Tuesday, April 4, 2017

This and That: You know you’re in the 60’s when

One of the characters who is pregnant, in labor, and in a hospital lights up a cigarette like it was nothing. A doctor actually shedding tears over losing a patient. Marvel when the Chief of Staff lights one up right outside the surgical wing.  Then there’s the woman who is getting ready to have a C-Section.  This is when they gas her up like she’s Barbara Graham

Dr. Kildare, Season 2, Episode 1: Gravida One

While Kildare assists in the case of a pregnant woman who shows a lack of enthusiasm and even hostility to the idea of giving birth to her first child, Gillespie is involved in the case of the hospital's original benefactor, who is suffering from a perforated ulcer.


Monday, February 13, 2017

Clyde’s Movie Palace: Daddy’s Gone A-Hunting (1969)

Daddy Movie Marquee
Completed Cast
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I first saw Daddy’s Gone-a-hunting at either a neighborhood theater or drive-in. I can’t remember for sure which of the two it was. But what can you expect? It’s been close to 50 years since the thing was released. You don’t expect me to remember every little detail about every film I ever saw, do you?

What I do know is that back in 1969 or 1970, I liked it. But does it still hold up in 2016?

As Daddy opens, we’re informed almost immediately that our main character is a young lady from the United Kingdom who has arrived in the US via jet, landing in San Francisco. And we know all of this because Director and Producer, Mark Robson, goes out of his way to make sure we see the San Francisco International Airport sign on the building as the plane lands, a Welcome to San Francisco sign as she walks through the terminal, and that she is carrying a shopping bag that literally screams UK at us.

Welcome to San FranciscoAs our blonde gal friend goes through customs, we discover she’s an artist, possibly a fashion designer. We get all this information in a mere 1 minute and 35 seconds of screen time while we tap our toes and snap our fingers to the title tune, Daddy’s Gone A Hunting, sung by Lyn Robbins, lyrics by Dory Previn, and music by John Williams.

Yes, that John Williams who hammered out the score to this film while Star Wars was just a gleam in George Lucas’s eye. But that aside, I like producers, directors, and writers like Larry Cohen and Lorenzo Semple Jr. who keep things moving along and don’t beat around the bush with unnecessary details and unwanted minutiae. Unlike this review.  Throw up a few signs, pretend it’s a real airport, and we’re off and running.

The name of our blonde world traveler is Cathy Palmer (Carol White). No, we didn’t find this out by watching the movie credits. Much easier to look it up on the IMDB beforehand.

After arriving at the downtown airport bus terminal, Cathy is shown how we welcomed visitors to our country back in the good old days when she is shoved on her ass by some fat-assed old hag while getting into a taxi. She should have called Lyft.

To add insult to injury, she is hit in the noggin with a snowball by creepy but friendly Kenneth Daly (Scott Hylands) who just wants to have a meet cute with young Cathy so he can get to know her slightly, and get in her pants a lot.

The snowball should have been a dead giveaway that this guy oozes creepiness and slime out of every pore in his body but naïve young British blondes in San Francisco for the first time probably would probably overlook the fact that Ken somehow managed to find the only car in San Francisco that just returned from a ski trip and miraculously managed to still have snow on it that did not melt on the way back.

After explaining that the snowball was the only way young Ken could find to introduce himself, just before Cathy turns on the waterworks, Ken asks the most pertinent question in the whole movie, “Do you think I’m nuts?”
I’m sure Cathy’s instincts should have been, “Yes, you’re fucking nuts. Don’t you have, “Hello, I’m Ken” in your vocabulary?” But before she can get the words out of her mouth, Ken finally says, “Hello, I’m Ken” which brings a smile to Cathy’s face.

Begin Piano Montage.

Ken takes Cathy to a cheap hotel before going back to his own seedy little apartment. He lies on his bed in his boxers giving the cinematographer time to pan around Ken’s humble abode as a way of letting us know there’s something really off about this guy. Cut to smiling Cathy taking a shower. Cut back to Ken who has actually been counting the minutes it would take for her to check in and take a shower and start circling the want ads before he calls her on the phone to make his next move.

End Piano Montage.

Piano MontageHe invites her to the Top of the Mark, a popular drinking place in San Francisco that is part of the Mark Hopkins Hotel (oh, now I see) that is located at the highest point of downtown San Francisco (Thanks Wikipedia). And we know its popularity continues to this day because it’s been around for over seventy years now.

Cathy sketches away as Ken praises her work, telling her he has all kinds of contacts but doesn’t use them because he doesn’t want to be a sell-out. Cathy on the other hand says, “Show Me the Money.”

Ken grabs her by the hand, goes through a window to the outside (right past a waiter who shrugs his soldiers and acts like this is an everyday occurrence (Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t), climbs up a ladder to the roof (definitely not an everyday occurrence), then finishes it off by pointing out where Cathy can get a job, which she does at a place called Emerson, Spencer, Nayfeck, and Simpson. It’s also where she meets her first really true normal friend, Meg Stone (Mala Powers). As for the scene at The Top of the Mark, I’ll just say we’ll be revisiting this particular location before it’s all over with.

Time for another montage.  This time with piano, orchestra backing, and the great vocals of Lyn Robbins.

Begin Full Musical Montage:

Ken waits downstairs when Cathy returns from her interview and gives her the “I told you so” gesture, lifts her up in the air, and true love that will last forever descends from the skies to brighten their lives.

With a new job, Cathy is able to rent her own place, that will become Cathy’s and Ken’s place quicker than you can say, “Who’s that banging on the piano”. Cathy gets a package with a big red bow delivered to her with Ken standing there all sheepish like. Inside the box is a foil bag with a snow ball, just like the one Ken smacked her on the head with. We can almost hear her ask, “What’s this, a snowball?” And Ken answering, “No, it’s a tool to pry your pants off with.”

She crumbles afore mentioned tool all over him, they kiss, make their way to the bedroom, and our instincts about it not being a snowball at all are proven correct as Ken and Cathy take to the bed while we have a cat’s eye view of the proceedings.

End Full Musical Montage.

Full Musical MontageFast forward some unspecified amount of time later.  Think in terms of days, weeks and/or months. Not hours.  Not specified.  Doesn’t matter.

It would seem that the true love that would last forever has not lasted quite that long. Ken, as we suspected, is a bum who mostly likes feeding parakeets to the cat. Cathy is working hard and mostly footing the bill for their not so hunky dory lifestyle.

When she dares to point this fact out to Ken, telling him, “I don’t think you’re completely well,” he shows his appreciation by giving her and the cat the boot out of her apartment that she probably signed the lease for and has been paying the rent as well.

All this, and we’re only fifteen minutes in not to mention I’ve already used up two and a half pages in Word? Oh me oh my. There’s a good reason why Director Robson sped through all the romantic mushy stuff. That’s because Daddy’s Gone A Hunting was never a movie about an ill-fated romance beyond being a set-up for everything that comes next.

Cathy holes up at Meg’s place where it is revealed she’s going to have a baby. Meg recommends an abortion, but Cathy isn’t convinced. Instead she sets up a meeting with Ken to let him know she’s going back to Jolly Old England where life is beautiful all the time and they have nice things like Big Ben, London Bridge, Monarchies, and Fog. She has no intention of telling Ken she’s pregnant, but Ken has found out anyway thanks to a lab result coming in the mail.

Cathy insists it’s all over. Ken insists he’ll follow her across the Atlantic so he can tell Mama Palmer and Papa Palmer about their slutty daughter. Cathy calls Ken a fool which promptly earns her a slap across the face as all the other patrons in the restaurant go, “oooooooooh” but don’t put down their martinis to help her out.

Slap in the KisserThe slap and the threats from Ken to stalk her also seem to knock some sense into Cathy who decides to take Meg’s advice not to wait around for the Roe vs. Wade decision so she can give birth to the spawn of Beelzebub.

AbortionI don’t know what the abortion views of Director Robson were, but he seems to go out of his way to make it look as evil as possible complete with an overly dramatic musical flourish from John Williams, close ups of surgical instruments complete with a surgical table and stirrups. It makes one feel as if they’re in Dr. Frankenstein’s dungeon instead of a professional, sanitary, doctor’s office.

Medical InstrumentsAfterwards, Cathy is once again confronted by Ken, asking for forgiveness, saying he’ll change at which point she informs him there isn’t going to be a baby. But instead of telling a little fib like, “I had a miscarriage,” she lets Ken draw his own correct conclusion that she had an abortion and “she had no right to do that.”

“Don’t you know what you did,” he tells her. You murdered my baby.”

And this being 1969, a woman who has an abortion for whatever reason, needs to be punished in the worst possible ways despite the fact that she was carrying the spawn of Norman Bates twin brother.

If you thought Cathy’s first foray into True Romance happened fast, it’s nothing compared to the 5 second courtship she has with Jack Byrnes. No I’m not kidding.  They meet, cut to wedding, cut to the back of a station wagon in the garage for a quick consummation of the marriage vows.

WeddingAnd in another minute and a half, Cathy, who seems to have the genes of a bunny rabbit, is with child once again, and shopping for baby furniture. I guess there were no condoms in the glove box of the station wagon.

It isn’t long before Cathy’s past in the form of Ken comes back to haunt her.  And here you thought the cost of that abortion was just going to be some cold hard cash.

As I said, this is not a movie about love found, love lost, and love found again. It’s a movie about punishment and revenge. The punishment is what Cathy has to endure simply for making the mistake of shacking up with a snowball throwing maniac, and the revenge is what Ken has on his mind because Cathy dared to erase him from her life in every way possible. To say Ken has Daddy issues is an understatement.

Guess Who's Coming To Dinner
The film does have more than its fair share of suspenseful moments the rest of the way as Robson sets a nice quick pace.   You just have to ignore a few minor plot holes and a few unbelievable coincidences.

For instance, Ken just happens to be working as a department store Santa at the very same store Cathy is buying baby furniture, thus letting him know that Cathy is very much pregnant.

This is Ken’s cue to dump the Santa gig and start a new career as a maniacal stalker of Cathy and just about every one she comes in contact with.  Exactly what does he have in mind. For me to say anything would spoil it for you.

This is where the movie excels. Once you get past the hogwash of the set-up, the suspense is fast and furious for the last hour and fifteen minutes. And with Cathy’s husband Jack Byrnes running for Congress, it makes it that much more difficult for her to spill the beans in regards to her former relationship with Ken and the fact that she had an abortion. You have to remember that this is way before the Age of Trump where a political candidate wasn’t allowed to grab pussy, invade locker rooms, or talk about lusting after your daughter on national radio. So she’s pretty much left to deal with Ken on her own until we get to the well laid out suspenseful conclusion.

The film succeeds in spite of its flaws thanks to the two leads. Carol White has a wide eyed vulnerable naiveté that convinces us that someone who is making their first trip to the U.S. could be an easy mark for snowball throwing jackasses. Later, when she realizes Ken is stalking her, she plays the girl with the guilty conscience who sees him even when he isn’t really there so well that at times even we’re not sure what’s real and what’s not.

This is the only Carol White film I have seen although I do have Poor Cow, an earlier film, in my library. In that film, her character makes some very unwise decisions as to whom to fall in love with, a problem that ironically, spilled over into her real life.

Poor CowHer bios tells us that despite her acting abilities, she was vulnerable and insecure succumbing to drugs and alcohol. White passed away in 1991 at the age of 48 but even her cause of death is in dispute.

From Wikipedia:

White starred opposite Alan Bates, Dirk Bogarde and Ian Holm in the film adaptation of Bernard Malamud's The Fixer (1968) and then travelled to Hollywood in 1968 to make Daddy's Gone A-Hunting (1969). She appeared in Something Big (1971), and had major roles in Dulcima (1971) and Made (1972), with the singer Roy Harper. During the late 1960s, White was considered one of the most promising actresses in British cinema, but her problems with alcoholism and substance abuse, as well as unhappy relationships with male stars such as Richard Burton, Frank Sinatra, Oliver Reed and Paul Burke, hindered her career. She did, however, have a prominent role as a hostage in The Squeeze (1977).

After living in Hollywood for several years, White returned to London to star in Nell Dunn's play Steaming at the West End's Comedy Theatre, filming Nutcracker at the same time. Despite receiving excellent reviews for Steaming, she often was late, missed performances, and finally was sacked. In 1981, a biography, Carol Comes Home, by Clifford Thurlow, was published. Although White received publicity for the play and the biography, she was not able to renew her career. She returned to the United States, where she remained for the remainder of her life.

Scott Hylands does creepy stalking mental patient as well as anybody except for maybe Anthony Perkins. Even his early obvious manipulations and seductions of Cathy will want you to take a hot shower, just to wash away the ooze factor. This film was Scott’s first starring film role. He would go on to have a long long career, mostly in Television as either a guest star or co-star in several TV Series.Scott Hyland Ironisde
I liked Mala Powers as Cathy’s friend but she’s not given much to do although she does appear in several key scenes. Everybody else is just generic, including Paul Burke, whom director Robson hauls over from Valley of the Dolls, as Congressional Candidate Jack Byrnes and husband number two.  But unlike Robson’s previous film, he dispenses with the more soap operish story elements rather quickly.  I guess he had his fill of that on Valley of the Dolls.  James B. Sikking is on hand as an FBI agent, Dennis Patrick took a break from his continuing duties on Dark Shadows to play the abortion doctor Dr. Parkington, and Rachel Ames moonlights from General Hospital to be his nurse.
Clyde's Movie Palace Grade  BProducer/Director Mark Robson also had the good sense to bring legendary Academy Award winning Cinematographer Ernest Lazlo along to the San Francisco shoot.  Lazlo does an excellent job of giving us a feel for the city.  Funny, but with legendary artists such as Lazlo and Williams, you’d think more people would be looking this film up. Especially Williams who still seemed to be a bit crystalized and had yet completely burst out of his cocoon.

Given the chance, I hope you’ll check Daddy’s Gone A Hunting. It may not be a great film, but for the most part it’s an above average thriller that will keep you on edge through the last hour as well as any other film. And saying that I’ll give this film a better than average score of a B.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Al Jarreau dead at 76

From Ebony:

Born and raised in Milwaukee, Jarreau’s unique singing style helped to make him one of jazz’s greatest vocalists. During college, where he received a Bachelors of Arts in Psychology, Jarreau performed with a local group called The Indigos before moving to San Francisco. There he hooked up with fellow jazz great George Duke to form a trio.

aljarreauInspired to pursue music full time, Jarreau moved south to Los Angeles, where he caught the eye of Warner Bros. talent scouts, who signed the singer to a recording contract. In Los Angeles, Jarreau’s career would take off after the release of his critically acclaimed debut album We Got By. In 1977, Jarreau would win his first of seven Grammy Awards for his live album, Look to the Rainbow.

Dubbed “the voice of versatility” by the Chicago Tribune, Jarreau released 16 studio albums, a host of live albums, and several compilations. The consummate performer, Jarreau constantly toured the world, dazzling audiences with his magical voice.

Jarreau passed away at a Los Angeles hospital early Sunday morning. The singer leaves behind his wife, Susan, and his son, Ryan. He was 76.

Jarreau also performed and wrote the lyrics to what I consider to be one of the great TV themed openings of all time.  That of course, would be Moonlighting.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Melissa McCarthy is back as Sean Spicer! And away we go!

Turning the press briefing into the Home Shopping Club

California is the 6th Largest Economy in the World

Want to cut federal dollars off?  Fine, go right ahead.  But turnabout is fair play.  We’ll just cut off all those taxes we pay into the Federal Government to support those idiots in welfare Rural Red States.  California pays out way more in Federal taxes than we take in.  Long story short:  You and those idiots in Mississippi, Alabama, West Virginia, Kentucky etc., need us a helluva lot more than we need your money grubbing asses.

Joy Reid and Friends:

Government and Money

Trump Cartoons of the Day Because Why Not?






Bill Maher On Trump’s 3rd Week as So-called President.

“The only one interested in getting into Ivanka’s pants is him (Trump)”

Friday, February 10, 2017

Drain The Swamp? More like filling it with Piss

C4Wf3IWVcAAJH4qIf you’ve been on this FACEBOOK PAGE, you already know that I believe if you voted for Trump you are enormously stupid, or hugely bigoted but more than likely you’re both. 

You no more thought he was going to change things in Washington or “Drain The Swamp” than I did.  But you had that White Supremacy Homophobic Racist Misogynistic Vibe going on.  And any woman who voted for this vile piece of crap must either have an awfully low opinion of her self or believes a woman’s place is to always live as an inferior entity to whatever man they happen to be with at any given time.  The worst of the lot?  Evangelicals, who proved once again that all that holier than thou bible thumping was nothing more than hypocritical horse manure.

So you needed an excuse to hide behind and draining the swamp sure sounded catchy….if your thinking process goes no higher than the second grade.

But you weren’t fooling me. 

I don’t know what made you pea brained nit-wits think that Trump was going to lift a finger to help your sorry asses, but here we are three weeks later and the only thing he’s done is set in motion a government by the rich assholes, for the rich assholes, and of the rich assholes.  But hey, he can stir up the hate of Muslims and Refugees so that you completely ignore the fact that just as he’s done all his life, Trump is going to step on you gullible twerps while using the White House to enrich himself and his buddies.  Mostly himself.  I mean, couldn’t you stop for one second to discover, “Hey wait a minute, this jerk’s never done anything patriotic in his whole goddamn life, so why would he start now?”

And so it goes.  One of the few agencies left in this country to protect consumer rights will soon be nothing but a puff of smoke, blown away by the endless greed of the GOP.  I’ll give the Repugnicans one thing, they sure are Artful Dodgers at playing the stupidity card for millions of people by keeping them preoccupied with nothing but fear and hate.

The Washington Post:

A Republican plan to dismantle Wall Street regulations would strip the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau of many of its powers, including eliminating its consumer complaint database and scaling back its enforcement abilities, according to a five-page memo distributed by Rep. Jeb Hensarling, chairman of the powerful House Financial Services Committee.

The memo obtained by The Washington Post offers the first peek into Republican plans to ease regulations big banks have been subject to since 2010's Dodd-Frank Act. Sent to other members of the Financial Services Committee on Monday, it outlines changes to legislation Hensarling (R-Tex.) initially proposed last year, known as the Financial Choice Act. That version of the legislation was immediately denounced by advocacy groups; it is now being revised in light of President Trump's call for sweeping changes to the way the financial system is regulated.

The original proposal gave large banks a way to avoid new regulations by holding significantly more capital. It also eliminated the “Volcker Rule,” which prevents banks from using their own money to make risky bets. Those provisions appear to survive in the new version of the legislation, which is slated to be released later this month.

A spokesman for Hensarling did not immediately return a call for comment.

Hensarling appears poised to go even further in attempting to weaken the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau (CFPB), which has been under fire from Republicans for years. The agency's rulemaking authority and enforcement powers would be limited, according to the memo, which also calls for an “elimination of consumer education functions.”

Drain the swamp indeed.

God’s Plan

God's Plan

One more year of TGIT coming right up. Shondaland just keeps chugging along.

Ellen Pompeo 2Anybody who predicted the death of Derrick “McDreamy” Shepherd would be the end of Grey's Anatomy should stay out of Vegas. It's just been renewed again for the 2017 – 2018 season. I have two loyal viewers in my household, but I'm not one of them.  At least not now.   

I remember tuning into the premiere episode  back in early 2005.  Who knew the doctors in Seattle would still be chugging along for thirteen plus seasons? 

It seems nothing can kill this show. The death of Lexie Grey and Mark Sloan (which is when I parted company with the proceedings), the death of George O'Malley, the aforementioned Derek, saying adios to Callie Torres, or the departure of long time favorite Christina Yang has done nothing to deter its loyal audience.

And two shows I’ve never paid much attention to, Scandal and How To Get Away With Murder will be right there alongside Meredith, Alex, and the whole shebang.

From Hollywood Reporter:

“Grey’s Anatomy, Scandal and How to Get Away With Murder continue to keep viewers on the edge of their seats and wanting more. I’m thrilled to bring back these shows and the OMG moments that come with them,” Dungey said of the early pickups.

Grey's, starring Ellen Pompeo, ranks as ABC's No. 1 show among the advertiser-coveted 18-49 demo, an impressive feat for a show in its 13th season. It's also a top 10 series in the demo and the No. 3 drama on all of broadcast. Its midseason return on Jan. 26 marked its most-watched telecast since September 2014. With the renewal, Grey's ties Ozzie and Harriet as the longest-running scripted series, seasons-wise, on ABC.

Scandal, starring Kerry Washington and Tony Goldwyn, was bumped to midseason to accommodate star Washington's second pregnancy. Rhimes has noted that the series will likely feature a reduced episode order as the drama likely heads toward its endgame. The prolific producer has also noted that Scandal isn't a show that will have the same longevity as a show like Grey's given the rate in which it burns through plot. (Scandalscripts are 20 pages longer than the typical drama.) The series will mark its 100th episode this season and Dungey told THR in January that they've talked about an endgame. "It's really going to be up to Shonda because she's the person who really knows where she wants the story to go and where it will play out. I have always said that I will take as much Scandal as she will give me. We are in a universe where she's comfortable with slightly shorter seasons but my plan is Scandal is back next year and after that, it'll be a conversation that we'll have to have."

Now if Shonda can find a way to bring back Mark, Lexie, or George from the dead, I may just tune into see that mess.  Heck, bring Izzy back.  It doesn’t matter squat to me that Shonda still carries a personal grudge.  Get the fuck over it.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Kentucky: Where Horses Race at Churchill Downs and Horse’s Asses Are Hired As Deputies

Racial Comment
Can't think of anything to say except that it's Kentucky, where they breed classy thoroughbred horses and hire pure bred Racist Horses Asses as deputies.

From Raw Story:

Local news station WSAZ reports that a Boyd County deputy sheriff came under fire last month for posting a message on his personal Facebook page that read, “That Muslim holler monkey has been evicted… now he and his shemale need to get gone!”

Boyd County Sheriff Bobby Woods announced this week that the deputy had been suspended for 24 days without pay for writing the post, which his office claims is “the maximum disciplinary action allowed by policy.”

It is not clear whether the deputy intended for the post to be about former President Barack Obama leaving the White House. The post was written in late January, however, and it did use slurs commonly used against both former President Obama and former First Lady Michelle Obama.

It is not clear that the post was about President Obama and The First Lady?  Way to try not to piss off the Trump Monkeys, WSAZ.  Who the hell do you think this guy was talking about?   

Here’s another question?  What did this guy do to deserve anonymity?  He’s not a juvenile, but I read three different articles and none mention his name.  The sheriff says he’s suspended 24 days without pay, and then let racists bygones be bygones (see video) He made his bed, he should lay in the aftermath instead of being (as someone eloquently referred to President Trumpanzee earlier today) a cowardly shit-gibbon. 

And you just have to love the woman who says, "Oh sometimes people post things they regret later." Oh, you think?