Outlaw

 

The Outlaw is one of those Hollywood curiosities with a background more intriguing than the movie itself.  Oddball billionaire Howard Hughes produced and directed it.  The film drew controversy because of the camera’s – or rather, Hughes’s – obsession with star Jane Russell’s cleavage.  And yet the movie gets a high rating at Rotten Tomatoes and, according to Leonard Maltin, this “notorious ‘sex western’ is actually compelling.”  Watch it for free by clicking here.

 

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Ohio

 

My thoughts about the above picture — when I’m in a good mood:

If ever a guy was entitled to a little fun, it’s the hardworking president of the United States, who took British Prime Minister David Cameron aboard Air Force One and flew to Ohio for a college basketball game.  How cool was that?

 

My thoughts about the above picture — when I’m in a bad mood:

What an incredible display of bad taste.  In the midst of high unemployment and rising gas prices, Obama makes a conspicuous show of energy consumption so that he and Cameron can enjoy a “boys’ night out,” a “one-percenter” luxury courtesy of beleaguered taxpayers.

 

*****

 

Magoo

 

I took a cab the other day and the cabbie and I admired his GPS device.  I don’t have a GPS device, and that’s fine by me.  Some of my best stories come from times I got hopelessly lost.  I’d hate to see that come to an end.  Then again, I don’t drive a taxi.

 

*****

 

Slime

 

You know that your days are numbered in the school cafeteria when you are commonly referred to as “pink slime.”

 

*****

 

Bradshaw

 

Terry Bradshaw tells us that before he and Nutrisystem found each other, “I was tired of looking old, fat and ugly.”  Dude, you might not look fat anymore, but ….

 

*****

 

I can’t recall a time when the top ten movies at the box office were all deemed “rotten” at Rotten Tomatoes.

 

BoxOffice

 

*****

 

I keep hearing about “gaffes” made by Republican candidates.  But are they really gaffes?  Here are examples of gaffes, according to my dictionary:

 

Gaffe

 

A gaffe is unintentional, not a deliberate statement that backfires on you.

 

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by Mel Ayton     

Dark

 

True-crime books can be literary gems, like In Cold Blood and The Executioner’s Song.  Or they can be luridly entertaining, like The Stranger Beside Me and Deadly Innocence.  Unfortunately, true-crime books can also be plodding and dull, which brings me to Dark Soul of the South, historian Mel Ayton’s bland chronicle of Joseph Paul Franklin, the racist sniper who shot Larry Flynt and Vernon Jordan.  Serial-killer biographies like this one are inherently unpleasant; they require a gifted writer to keep the reader absorbed, but Ayton’s workmanlike approach is only mildly engaging.

As a side note, do book publishers no longer hire editors and proofreaders?  The level of sloppiness in this book is embarrassing.

 

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Rick Santorum, Elizabeth Santorum

 

I am of two minds whenever Rick Santorum’s daughter, Elizabeth, stands beside the candidate on a stage.  Part of me thinks, “Awww — how sweet.  She looks like a nice girl, and she’s supporting her father.”  The other part of me thinks, “My eyes! My eyes! God, someone hand me the remote before I go blind!”

 

*****

 

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Now that Dennis Kucinich’s congressional career is over, the 65-year-old Democrat will have more time to spend with his granddaughter, 34-year-old Elizabeth.  They’ll be able to share olive sandwiches while grandpa helps Elizabeth with her homework.

 

*****

 

Draper

 

Entertainment Weekly dedicates this week’s cover to design director Amid Capeci, who recently died after a battle with cancer.  The cover depicts Mad Men’s Don Draper — smoking a cigarette. 

No comment.

 

*****

 

Hader

 

There are three good reasons to watch Saturday Night Live:  Kristen Wiig, Bill Hader (above), and the “Weekend Update.”  Everything else suffers from lousy writing and a subpar cast.

 

*****

 

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Remember the ad that Hillary Clinton used during her presidential campaign — “It’s 3 a.m. … who do you want answering the phone?”  This is Newt Gingrich dozing off last week during a speech by Defense Secretary Leon Panetta.  Evidently, it might be a bad idea to call Newt at 3 a.m., or 3 p.m., or 10 a.m., or 10 p.m., or ….

 

*****

 

This is why the cameramen for CBS’ Survivor love their jobs:



Survive

 

*****

 

I was watching Wheel of Fortune and I decided that we’ll be lucky if aliens from another world never see this show.  If I was Mork from Ork and sat down to watch this crap, I would conclude that Earthlings are certifiably insane.

Wheel has a host who makes idiotic chit-chat with strangers and repeats things like “R, S, T, L, N, E” and “Would you like to buy a vowel?”  Then there is his co-host, who smiles vapidly and turns letters on a board.  Both of them, compared to their fellow Earthlings, are fabulously wealthy.  Meanwhile, ordinary Earthlings who are lucky enough to be on the show fawn over their hosts and jump up and down, squealing like castrated hogs whenever their names are called.

If you were Mork from Ork, would you want to make contact with these Earthlings?  I don’t believe so.  I believe you’d consider blowing up the planet.

 

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by Arthur Marx

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Arthur Marx (Groucho’s son) wrote this tell-all, an odd-but-compelling mix of typical showbiz biography and lurid sex anecdotes about the famous comedian.

The Good:  I loved the showbiz stories, and they are legion in this book because Hope’s career spanned 1920s vaudeville to 1990s television.  Despite the unflattering tales of Hope’s adulterous affairs (also legion), Marx’s reporting seems fair and balanced.  For every unsavory sex episode, there are examples of the entertainer’s outstanding philanthropy.  Hope is a fascinating subject and Marx sheds light on much – but not all – of his life.

The Bad:  Even though I gobbled up those show-biz tales, there might be a few too many of them.  Marx covers nearly every benefit, tour, movie, radio show, and airplane ride of Hope’s storied career.  Some of Marx’s critical allegations would benefit from footnotes, which are conspicuously missing.   The book’s editing and proofreading are horrendous – or nonexistent.

The Verdict:  When I finished the book, I had a strong desire to watch Hope at his best in some of his 1940s Paramount pictures.  But I was also disillusioned by his hypocrisy and embarrassing career windup – pretty much everything he appeared in from 1960 until his death at age 100 was dreadful.  If you idolize Hope the man, this book will shatter your illusions.  Yes, Hope’s USO tours are legendary – but so are his adulterous flings, misogyny, right-wing politics, and miserliness.

 

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Oscar Musings

 

Emcee Billy Crystal:  hokey, corny, boring

Angelina Jolie’s Leg:  more weird than sexy

Biggest Oscar Crime:  snubbing the final Harry Potter film (and the entire series, actually)

Saddest Attention Grabs:  a tie between Sacha Baron Cohen’s lame “accident” with Ryan Seacrest, and poor, pathetic Sean Young’s post-ceremony arrest

 

OK, so no one will see The Artist, and television ratings plummet when films like it win Best Picture.  I still think that’s better than awarding the top Oscar to populist junk like Titanic.

 

Jolie

 

 

*****

 

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I don’t say this often, but I couldn’t agree more with two of the panelists on Fox’s The Five.  Bob Beckel and Greg Gutfeld on Monday went after the idiots in Rocklin, California, who are considering a ban on smoking in citizens’ … own yards!  Beckel and Gutfeld also belittled the “studies” we see regarding the alleged dangers of second-hand smoke, labeling them a sham.  It’s this kind of enlightened commentary that keeps me tuned to Fox — at least occasionally.

 

*****

 

Rush

 

Sometimes it’s hard to pick sides.  I don’t much care for Sandra Fluke, the law student who comes off as an entitled whiner seeking government freebies.  I don’t much care for Rush Limbaugh who is, as we all know, a big fat idiot.  And I suspect that President Obama’s phone call to Fluke was a political ploy designed to appeal to female voters.

Everyone just needs to stop having sex, and then this issue will go away.

 

*****

 

Cable News Irony of the Week:

MSNBC’s Rachel Maddow explained, for Limbaugh’s benefit, how birth control works.  Wait … Rachel Maddow knows about birth control?

 

*****

                                               Judge

 

Asshole of the Week:  Judge Mark Martin

 

Pennsylvania Judge Mark Martin has no interest in the Constitution or free speech.

Martin, displaying an appalling lack of knowledge about his own country and its laws, dismissed an assault case against an Islamic idiot who attacked a man dressed up as “Muhammad zombie” for a Halloween parade.  “I think our forefathers intended to use the First Amendment so we can speak with our mind, not to piss off other people and cultures — which is what you did,” Martin told the man who was attacked.

So, according to this judicial font of wisdom, the next time you “piss off” someone with your words, he or she will be fully justified in assaulting you.

Martin has pissed off me and many others, so I assume we can now assault him with impunity — as long as the resulting case winds up in this fool’s own court.

 

*****

 

Some wiseass couldn’t resist commenting when news broke about the death of Monkee Davy Jones:

 

Davy

 

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by Katherine Boo

Behind

 

Katherine Boo’s Behind the Beautiful Forevers is in many ways an astonishing piece of work.  Yet it’s also the type of “nonfiction” narrative that triggers nagging doubts (thanks a lot, James Frey).

The good.  Boo spent three years recording the lives of slum-dwellers at Annawadi, a squalid settlement adjacent to fancy tourist hotels and Mumbai’s international airport.  Boo avoids sentiment and, in depicting a world so harsh, unforgiving, and corrupt, has no need to embellish the facts.  (But does she?  See below.)  She uncovers a small slice of poverty and in the process sheds volumes of light on income inequality in India.

The suspect.  Imagine this:  A group of male street-toughs, all of them teenage thieves or scavengers, are gathered on a corner.  They discuss the sort of things that young boys discuss:  girls, music, movies.  They spot a white woman who is middle-aged, well-educated, privileged – and American.  “Hey lady,” say the boys, “come join us and we’ll share our secrets and dreams with you, and treat you like just one of the guys.”  See the problem?  And yet Boo manages to probe the innermost thoughts and dreams of these kids.  Great journalism, or creative license?

In an author’s note, Boo proffers a fairly convincing explanation of the techniques she used to get Indians like those boys to open up.   In a separate interview, Boo calls narrative nonfiction “a selective art.”  That leaves the reader with a choice:  buy into the reporter’s “selective art” … or not.

 

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