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There have been some horrific home invasions in the news lately, but this kind of thing is, unfortunately, nothing new.  In 1959, four members of the Clutter family were slaughtered in their rural Kansas home by two drifters.  Seven years later, Truman Capote turned the tragedy into a bestselling book, which a year after that became this Richard Brooks-directed film.  Forty years after that, In Cold Blood star Robert Blake was acquitted of the murder of his wife.  Satisfy your morbid curiosity about the Clutters (and Blake) by clicking here.   (You might have to verify your age, but you are old enough, aren’t you?)

 

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From a news report:

127 Hours has gotten audiences fainting, vomiting and worse in numbers unseen since The Exorcist — and the movie has not even hit theaters yet.  A report in The Sun claimed that ‘horrified film fans threw up and fainted at the premiere of Slumdog Millionaire director Danny Boyle’s shocking new movie,’ which closed the London Film Festival last week.  ‘Boyle looked on as paramedics treated fans struggling to cope with gruesome scenes.’  And the person sitting near Daily Mail reviewer Chris Tookey ‘left just after the most gruesome bit and never came back,’ apparently rebuking ‘the most harrowing bone-breaking and amputation scene in the history of cinema.’”

 

Who are these wimps?  It’s a frickin’ movie, people!  Does someone also wipe your arse for you?

 

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Zach

 

Zach Galifianakis:  Everywhere I turn, I am seeing stories about this bearded John Belushi wannabe.  Galifianakis first came to public awareness in The Hangover, a movie in which he displays exactly one emotion — a glower — and for which he was heralded as some kind of comic genius.  He is now starring with Robert Downey, Jr. in Due Date, an uninspired comedy getting trashed by the nation’s critics.  Here is what Roger Ebert says about Galifianakis in Due Date:

 

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This guy also made the news for — wait for it! — pretending to smoke a joint on Bill Maher’s HBO show.  And he again made news by reportedly wielding his immense Star Power by whining to director Todd Phillips that he could not work with disgraced actor Mel Gibson in the upcoming The Hangover Part II.  I am baffled, bamboozled, and befuddled by this guy’s sudden emergence as a Hollywood player.  It makes no sense.

 

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Stop It!

 

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I watch too much cable news.  I know this, because I no longer pay attention to the actual news and am instead transfixed by the anchors and their annoying physical quirks.  Recently, I shared my irritation with entertainment reporter Kim Serafin, who is a living bobble-head doll.  I was also freaked out by Fox anchor Harris Faulkner’s enormous eyeballs.  I am now adding two more anchor pet peeves to my growing list.

I was watching The Larry King Show.  Larry was off-camera as the show prepared to go to a commercial break.  Suddenly, on the audio track, there came a wet, clicking sound — a slurpy, gnashing, glop!  The sound was familiar to me:  It was Larry running his tongue over his dentures.

 

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CNN anchor Brooke Baldwin is a fox, no doubt about it, but she has the alarming habit of continually darting her eyes off to her right.  I can’t watch her for more than a few minutes without witnessing this odd phenomenon.   It appears as though someone just off-camera suddenly popped off a fart, catching poor Brooke off her guard.

 

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 by Christopher Hitchens 

God

 

Hitchens’s book isn’t so much a refutation of god as it is a full-throttle slam on religion.  As a condemnation of man-made worship, the book is relentless – and persuasive.  But as a treatise on whether or not god exists?  Hitchens has no better arguments than anyone else.  As he puts it himself, “Those who believe that the existence of conscience is a proof of a godly design are advancing an argument that simply cannot be disproved because there is no evidence for or against it.” 

For all of his damning evidence against religion’s role in human history, I am still left with one overriding question:  Has the good done by religion balanced out the evil done by religion, or is the ledger as one-sided as Hitchens would have us believe?

 

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Quiz

 

Twenty years ago, an American movie star knew his or her place:  in front of the camera.  But thanks to a few adventurous thespians, we now have Clint Eastwood and Ben Affleck and lord-knows-who-else playing “auteur.”  Robert Redford was one of the pioneer actors to make the move to directing.  Quiz Show’s “scandal” – cheating on a 1950s TV game show – seems kind of quaint today, but Redford’s 1994 film is anything but.  Watch it for free by clicking here.

 

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Morris      Springer

 

There is something to be said for having low credibility.  Cases in point:  Jerry Springer and Dick Morris.  I watch a lot of cable news, too much really, and it gets old listening to the same talking heads as they blather on about this or that.  But Springer and Morris, both of whom are considered jokes by a lot of people, understand that they have little to lose by speaking their minds — and they do so, most entertainingly.

 

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MKelly

 

Quote of the Week:  “There’s a four-letter word in there.” — Fox anchor Megyn Kelly issuing a viewer “warning” before showing a clip of Joy Behar calling Republican candidate Sharron Angle a “bitch” (count the letters).

 

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I can’t be the only one who finds this bedbug infestation in New York City hilarious.

 

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Brenda

 

Job I Want:  Cameraman for CBS’ Survivor.  This week, the boys showed off their cinematographic skills by focusing on contestant Brenda Lowe (above and below).

 

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Several years ago, I decided it was high time that I read Adolf Hitler’s manifesto, Mein Kampf.  This is what I wrote in my review of the book:  “You can call him [Hitler] a megalomaniacal monster, but he was nothing if not shrewd and determined.  In Mein Kampf, he exhibits a keen understanding of propaganda, psychology, mass manipulation, class warfare … and the basest human instincts.”  Much of Hitler’s prose, I recall thinking, seemed rather reasonable.  Of course, that was his special talent:  If you want millions to follow you, you can’t come off as a raving lunatic; you have to appeal to people’s sense of injustice in rational terms.

Hitler also knew how to select a good biographer.  Triumph of the Will, Leni Riefenstahl’s infamous documentary featuring the Fuhrer at a 1934 political rally in Nuremberg, captures the mood and fervor of a nation falling under Hitler’s spell.  This movie doesn’t excuse the Nazi movement – but it goes a long way toward explaining it.

Riefenstahl’s challenge as a filmmaker was daunting:  how to take footage of endless crowd scenes (parades, rallies, speeches) – all of it glorifying Hitler and the National Socialist German Workers’ Party – and make it compelling for nearly two hours.  Despite her documentary’s stellar reputation as groundbreaking cinema, I think Riefenstahl was only partly successful.  The camera angles (very high, very low, often dramatic), the editing (juxtaposing Hitler with smiling children – there are lots of smiling children in this film), and other filmic devices are indeed impressive.  But a speech is a speech, and a parade is a parade.  The political rants grow tedious, and the parades become repetitive.

But for the most part, Riefenstahl was as talented behind a camera as Hitler was in front of one.  As the film progresses, the crowds grow larger, Hitler grows more prominent, and the sense that something big is coming is palpable.

Just as in Mein Kampf, the Fuhrer appears calm and reasonable throughout much of the documentary.  Until, that is, the last ten minutes of the film and his final speech.  It is only then, when Hitler begins to rant about race and “best blood,” that his eyes take on a crazed glint, and his voice begins to quake.           Grade:  A-

 

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Director:  Leni Riefenstahl  Release:  1935

 

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In 1973, some of the folks at Hammer Films, a British film factory best known for schlocky horror product, decided to get more ambitious.  Christopher Lee, of Frankenstein and Dracula renown, wanted to stretch his acting talents, and so he teamed with screenwriter Anthony Shaffer (Frenzy) and director Robin Hardy to create an original, low-budget chiller they dubbed The Wicker Man.

The result is a true 1970s oddity:  a mystery movie revolving around an epic clash of religions – and a film that feels both dated and timeless.  What’s peculiar is that the “datedness” of The Wicker Man actually works in its favor.  The setting is a Scottish village inhabited by free-loving, guitar-strumming pagans.  With their strange apparel, uninhibited sex lives, and affinity for folksy ballads, these people would seem equally at home in medieval Britain or in Haight-Ashbury during the “summer of love.”

The conflict of the plot is twofold.  Edward Woodward plays a policeman who is staunchly Christian, virginal, and closed-minded.  Sgt. Howie is summoned to an isolated village named Summerisle to investigate the apparent disappearance of a young girl.  Once sequestered on this island, Howie is doubly challenged.  He receives little cooperation from the odd villagers he interrogates, and his very core goes to war with the way these mysterious people choose to live.

The ending of The Wicker Man is justifiably famous, not only for its twist, but also for a truly memorable final shot.  I’d place that image on par with the exalted Statue of Liberty visuals in Planet of the Apes.

A word of warning:  There are multiple versions of The Wicker Man on the market; beware the 88-minute, truncated version, which is choppy and ruinous of the film’s opening scenes.         Grade:  B+

 

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Director:  Robin Hardy  Cast:  Edward Woodward, Christopher Lee, Diane Cilento, Britt Ekland, Ingrid Pitt, Lindsay Kemp, Russell Waters, Aubrey Morris  Release: 1973

 

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Moreau 

 

Dangerous Occupation Number One:  ESPN Sideline Reporter

News Report — An ESPNU reporter smashed a window in her hotel room after being told by a caller that the room was on fire, the website The Smoking Gun reported Thursday.

Police said [Elizabeth] Moreau, in Gainesville to cover a women’s volleyball match between Florida and Tennessee, told them she became suspicious when the caller then told her “that’s what she gets for being a bad ex-wife” and made a disparaging remark about her sexual performance.

 

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Moreau joins ESPN’s Erin Andrews on my list of Most Dangerous Occupations.  Andrews, you might recall, was victimized by some nutball who videotaped her through a hole in the wall as she pranced around naked in her hotel room.

 

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Dangerous Occupation Number Two:  Ex-Movie Star

News Report — Actor Randy Quaid and his wife Evi were arrested in Vancouver on Wednesday for immigration violations charges after recently skipping a court date in California. … The headline-grabbing couple originally made news back in September when they were charged with felony burglary on suspicion of illegally squatting in the guest house of a California home they owned in the 1990s.

Celebrity bounty hunter Duane “Dog” Chapman issued a public challenge to the couple on Thursday night, urging Quaid to turn himself in or he would capture them personally.

 

Seems clear to me that the Quaids are this generation’s Bonnie and Clyde, and Dog the Bounty Hunter is our Eliot Ness.  Being an ex-movie star is now one of the Most Dangerous Occupations.

 

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The late, great Alfred Hitchcock’s final film was 1976’s Family Plot.  The movie was a tepid, disappointing lark that caused the “Master of Suspense” to go out with a whimper.  Why couldn’t Frenzy have been Hitchcock’s swan song?

I’m no authority on the films of Claude Chabrol, the legendary French director who died earlier this year, leaving Inspector Bellamy as his 50th and last feature, but I’m guessing that Chabrol’s legion of fans are also disappointed.

Bellamy is an alleged “murder mystery” starring portly Gerard Depardieu as a police commissioner on holiday whose seaside reveries are rudely interrupted by two sources:  a nervous stranger who seeks his counsel regarding an apparent murder, and the reappearance of Bellamy’s ne’er-do-well, annoying younger brother, a surly sort who carts old emotional wounds into guest quarters at Bellamy’s previously peaceful household.

Depardieu is a genuine movie star, and it’s just as engaging to watch him eat breakfast with his wife (Marie Bunel, in a strong performance) as it is to see him investigate dark doings.  But Inspector Bellamy is all breakfast and very few dark doings; it’s a character study with characters not much worth studying.

The mystery is uninspired, suspense is nonexistent, and the entire movie is oddly flat.  The greatest tension in the film occurs when Bellamy stops his brother from stealing a scarf at a dinner party.  The whole thing lacks zing.           Grade:  C+

 

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Director:  Claude Chabrol  Cast:  Gerard Depardieu, Clovis Cornillac, Jacques Gamblin, Marie Bunel, Vahina Giocante, Marie Matheron, Adrienne Pauly, Yves Verhoeven, Bruno Abraham-Kremer, Rodolphe Pauly  Release:  2009

 

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