Down these mean skeets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid.
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We share a common reproach of early PTA that makes me feel a little less alone in the world. I could always recognize and respect his talent, but it begged for a more assertive editorial hand. (I'm also not an Altman fan, so there's that.) He didn't really win me over until INHERENT VICE.
I spritz a martini glass, sparingly, with dry vermouth. I imagine you could produce an interesting taste profile doing the same with a mere suggestion of scotch.
Nate is the Dershowitz to the forbidden pierogi that is Bluesky.
I'm listening today to the commentary recorded by Steven Soderbergh and Terence Stamp, and the revelation that as unemployed actors Stamp and Michael Caine were flatmates delights me more than I can say.
A thing I loved about BILLY BUDD is that virtually every sailor (and actor) is an Englishman except for Melvyn Douglas, who speaks with a kind of Danish-German accent that is at least consistent throughout, and his fellow American Robert Ryan, who didn't even bother attempting an English accent.
Trump has issued a statement that he has "never felt better in my life," and I really need a pool reporter to ask, "So does that mean you feel 'fucking underage girls' good or just 'fucking the American people' good?"
The hardest thing is letting go. Just remember, when the time comes, that it's an act of love.
Just so long as we continue to see the progress in real time, like watching the McFly siblings fade from a photo.
If Coppola balked at paying Duvall's price to come back as Tom Hagen (the real reason III is an inferior film), one wonders what Madonna's asking price was.
My ex once said, "You know, you could just buy A TON of white socks," and I was mad at myself for not having thought of it on my own, sooner.
I also love a glitter bomb, because a person can spend YEARS trying to get that shit off their clothes and skin.
D.C. will never be crime-free per se, but it'll be a hell of a lot closer after he's gone.
I prefer "gray," but some time back someone suggested that "gray" is prosaic and "grey" is poetic, and that kind of makes sense to me.
Now playing: BILLY BUDD (Ustinov, 1962) “… and introducing Terence Stamp”
One could argue that a decent version of the story could be made with Dafoe in either lead role, and yet here he is, just quietly putting in a solid, workmanlike supporting performance.
Between redshirt eligibility, the transfer portal, and the COVID-driven phenomenon of the 6th-year "supersenior," a lot of these guys are starting families by the time they join the league. And NIL gives many of them an incentive not to come out early for the draft.
Last night I drove home from my parents' house a mile and a half away, arriving in time to see Junior returning to the dugout after his 2-run homer. You're welcome, KC. So if I run to the grocery store now, do you think the #Royals can cut this 4-run deficit before I get back? #DETvsKC #FountainsUp
One detail I loved is that once Dan attains his hard-fought sobriety, he never relinquishes it no matter how many times his addiction is weaponized by the circumstances and forces he's up against. (That Stephen King himself has decades of sobriety under his belt makes this especially poignant.)
I watched DOCTOR SLEEP (Flanagan, 2019) last night, and speaking as someone who has his own idea for an ill-advised sequel to a movie from 70 years ago, I felt this sequel 40 years after the fact handled the recasting of the original characters well overall (with one especially surprising twist).
He knows it has to be baked, right?
The Gavin Newsom memes trolling Trump are funny but also distract from how awful Newsom himself is. Every time you see one, make a point of checking on how JB Pritzker and Tim Walz led their states smartly and compassionately that day, speaking in sentence case with periods, not exclamation points.
It's Cocofloss (made with coconut fiber), which is fantastic most of the time because it feels like you're scraping the plaque off your teeth the way you would barnacles from the hull of a boat, but God help you if you somehow get it between two teeth that are pressed together like tectonic plates.
Update: The short end I could feel protruding toward the inside of my mouth, enough so that I was going to worry it with my tongue until I developed a blister, was long enough to be visible, and with proper illumination I was able to extract it with tweezers. Dental emergency averted.
This morning a bit of fibrous floss shredded and got trapped between my 1st and 2nd molars, so I went after it with a different floss but couldn't get it out, and I guess it'll eventually be absorbed into my gumline and just become part of my mouth forever unless it hitchhikes out with other food.
Burn all the NDAs, subpoena the catch-and-kills, release everything Esptein. Tear down the entire Trump family and salt the earth where they fall. Make an example of them so no one forgets, and ensure anyone who did their bidding can't wash off their stink anywhere they go in public life.
Junior with the dagger! Go Royals! #HeyHeyHeyHey #DETvsKC #FountainsUp
Sadly we’ve missed the window for Kathie Lee and Hoda at the bottom of a bottle of pinot grigio.
Because the Spanish and French words share a common root, I have begun referring to my freezer as “the congealer.” E.g., “Did you buy ice cream?” “Yeah, it’s in the congealer.”
Positioning yourself as the Nepo Baby Sex Pest of the Common Man is a bold strategy, Cotton. Let's see if it pays off for him.
One of the four (4) incandescent bulbs in my bathroom vanity burned out, so I'm replacing them all due to the necessary upgrade to LED. However, I was able to purchase them only in boxes of three (3), making this the latest iteration of the economic principle known as the Hot Dog/Bun Conundrum.
Undefeated at the Booth! #WAGvsKU #RockChalk
The Windex, Clorox and fire extinguisher combo in the foreground of that photo is a nice touch.
“It was just ‘66 … and early ’67.”
This skeet should be a word problem in an AP math textbook.
When he dies my elation will be compounded according to the following questions (in descending order of value; YMMV): 1. Was it painful? 2. Was it slow? 3. Was it humiliating? 4. Was it public/caught on camera? 5. Did any spatter or effluvium get on his wife or kids?
Bird by bird, as Anne Lamott says. Break up into small groups. Crank ‘em out one at a time, like an assembly line. We’re Americans. We’ve been told we can accomplish anything we put our minds to.
I finally caught up with his MUMMY reboot and was left wondering why he felt he needed to be part of that franchise.
He’s a narcissistic sociopath unburdened by any semblance of a moral compass, so: no.
As Gavin Newsom and John Bolton are both racking up news cycles right now, this seems like an opportune moment for me to tap the sign.
He wishes her well.
Or who cobbles three gibberish syllables together to create the street names of pharmaceuticals that treat two totally different medical conditions.
Certainly you'd have to switch to floor fans.
“Strother Martin but more racist. Other duties as assigned.”
Forget his eventual coming-out as a Republican. I had to unfollow Cuban because with every skeet he sounds more like Alan Yang.
All legs and neck in a way that somehow a full-grown adult giraffe doesn’t prepare you for.
"Only God can judge me," I say to no one in particular as I scrape the last dregs of pesto from the empty jar and lick the knife.
Seriously, you assholes, this is not what we mean when we say, "Believe women."
Repost with a group you’d love to hang out with.
For the occasion, I'll reup this account of my long-ago visit to Union Station in Chicago, the scene of De Palma's Odessa Steps homage. Cross my heart and hope to die, it's all perfectly true.
I like this symmetry because I think of BLOW OUT as De Palma's early masterpiece and THE UNTOUCHABLES as his best film that someone threw actual money at.
Having watched both De Palmas in the last couple of weeks, I just tied together how the POV of Capone's hitman going from window to window watching Malone move through his house echoes the killer watching the goings-on in the women's dormitory in the movie-within-a-movie that opens BLOW OUT.
Now playing: THE UNTOUCHABLES (De Palma, 1987)
Been a minute since I read it, but I was picturing Brian Tyree Henry as Bug and Caleb Landry Jones as Ronnie Sessions. (The three-names thing is just a coincidence.)
Arguably the coldest, most baller-ass term in baseball is "defensive indifference." It's like, "We thought so little of your stolen-base 'attempt' our catcher couldn't even be bothered to get out of his crouch. Please have second base with our compliments. It isn't gonna matter anyway."
Did A.I. create this box score?
Confronted with the fact that Gavin Newsom was once married to Kimberly Guilfoyle, the correct response is not "Boy, he really dodged that bullet" but recognizing that he still has enough of the stink on him that attracted her in the first place. Time comes, we need to primary the fuck out of him.
#Trapeze just came on, and I wasn't going to commit to it until I saw Gamil Ratib — my beloved Majid from LAWRENCE OF ARABIA — in the opening credits. #TCMParty
It could've been any movie, but the night I saw THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE for the first time, my friend and I were robbed at gunpoint as she dropped me off at my house. By the following morning I had decided to move to L.A. Arrived there a month and a half later. Worked in pictures for a while.
Entering a sporting goods store right now as a father is trying to get his son’s attention, and I’m a good 20 feet past him before I realize he’s calling his kid “Corbin” and not “Bourbon.” In my defense, it’s the weekend.
If the base is freaked out about the Cracker Barrel logo redesign now, just give it seven to 10 years before it's bought out by private equity, rebranded as The Barrel, and becomes Applebees as fuck.
AD ASTRA (Gray, 2019), avec Brad Pitt, is on FXM right now, and, like, I know I've seen it, but nothing about it seems familiar. I check my film journal, and sure enough, I watched it in 2020. But it still feels like a blank. Then the baboon implodes in the airlock, and if I can't remember that ...
Dominique races toward godlike, windblown Roark astride his towering phallus in an innuendo that predates NORTH BY NORTHWEST's train and tunnel by a full decade. #TheFountainhead #TCMParty
"Mankind will never destroy itself, Mr. Wynand." Spoiler alert, Howard. #TheFountainhead #TCMParty
That sounds like it might be part of John Galt's 50-page radio address in ATLAS SHRUGGED. #TheFountainhead #TCMParty
Fun fact: Roark's courtroom speech is 5 minutes 35 seconds long. So, you know, get comfortable. We're gonna be here a while. #TheFountainhead #TCMParty
"I'll show them all. I'll design the most stylish goddamn gas station where anyone ever got their dipstick checked." #TheFountainhead #TCMParty
Which kind of marble was that she just tripped on, Howard? #TheFountainhead #TCMParty
Would you like to double your money by making $14.57 the hard way? #TheFountainhead #TCMParty
That's Chekhov's jackhammer. Look for its return in the third act. #TheFountainhead #TCMParty
I live-tweeted my first viewing of it. It met me on the level I was anticipating and, in that regard at least, did not disappoint.
Hitch’s guy Robert Burks shot it, and it is gorgeous. But it can only be viewed as Randian high camp. I’ve considered rewatching it on mute just for the cinematography and Patricia Neal. #TCMParty
Our old Kinect once got caught in a continuous loop of rewinding 10 seconds every time it heard Jon Stewart say "Go back" in the segment we were watching.
After a 7th-inning RBI single by Kyle Schwarber, a Phillies fan in the stands did the "championship wrestling belt" motion but up high, across his chest, which made me wonder: If he had done the Superman move instead, would he have done it too low so it looked like he was opening his fly? #SEAvsPHI
I love a movie in which a regenerating Earth that can once more sustain human life is the MacGuffin, when all we care about is WALL•E finally getting to hold hands with EVE.
I'm watching WALL•E (Stanton, 2008) — still the greatest Chaplin film since THE GREAT DICTATOR (1940) — and, during the mutiny sequence aboard the Axiom, in which the babies become unmoored from the nursery, wondering, "How did these fat, sedentary fucks manage to reproduce for the last 700 years?"
As evening descends upon Down-at-Heels, I’m steeling myself to eat my dinner without cheese because I planned poorly when I was out earlier and don’t want to leave the premises again.
And I hope the presumptive mayor declines to answer/return at least the first several calls his office receives from Leader Jeffries.
This report doesn’t even mention THE LIMEY, by the way, which constitutes journalistic malpractice.
Tell ‘em. Tell ‘em he’s coming.
UPDATE: I'm seeing it at a matinee, the only Saturday showing (after four Friday) on its only local screen, at an indie and rep theater on the outer rim of my metro (my first visit there). Not the farthest I've ever driven to see a movie. Grateful, given this conversation, it's showing here at all.
And we should absolutely be thinking about how best Newsom's particular talents and gifts can serve the campaign and presumptive administration of a more principled and compassionate candidate and leader dedicated to the service of all Americans, not just the ones who cater to his or her ambitions.
When you've lost Joe Walsh ...
I may have whispered "Fall" under my breath as he descended the stairs just now. I may have said "Fuck" when he reached the tarmac.
I for one wish our National Guardsmen the best of luck as they comb D.C. in search of the Epstein Files.
And mostly by me, until now. Thanks for nothing, Chris.
DESTINATION WEDDING is a gem. The whole thing cost $47 to make, and he and Winona are a misanthropic dream team.
I am here with popcorn to witness the spectacle of Cuomo picking a fight not just with Zohran but also with the city of Chicago. Fuck him up, Big Shoulders. There'll be nothing left of him for Zohran to run against in November.
Find someone who supports your hopes and aspirations the way Brad Lander supports the primary opponent who beat him. If you'd told me a few months ago that I'd be the fanboy of a comptroller, I'd have laughed.
I believe this can be attributed to the film being an Apple production, throwing as little as possible at marketing and distribution, a limited release for awards consideration, and getting it up on its streaming platform as quickly as possible.
I’m reading a sequence in a novel by an otherwise brilliant writer whose repeated references to a magnifying “loop” I’d almost be willing to forgive, but the twitch in my eyelid is caused by the copy editor who doesn’t know that it’s spelled “loupe” and the two aren’t interchangeable.
This haunting could have been an email.
“And they charged the public 12 bucks and change just to see ‘em” (I mean, as long as you went to the trouble, it was the least I could do.)
While I am all too familiar with their game, it seems I still managed to underestimate Fox News’ message discipline. I wore this T-shirt to my parents’ house for the first time, and upon reading it my 82-year-old mother responded, “I don’t understand what that means.”
The better, by an order of magnitude, of Mitchum's two outings as Marlowe. Michael Winner's modern, set-in-England remake of THE BIG SLEEP (1978) is only barely watchable, and that much to Mitchum's credit alone.
Imagine going back in time about 95 years, telling someone that the stock market is about to crash, spiraling the country into unprecedented economic depression, then saying, “But in the 21st century …” before laying out every aspect of this news story in painstaking detail.
You should never let me find out where this is being done, because I will burn the place to the ground then salt the earth where it stood.
Has anyone checked in on him? I'm not sure even his smoking-hot gymnast-model girlfriend could talk him down from that dark night of the soul.
OK, we preceded you by, like, a lot. But it's always nice to encounter another Double fan.
I know it's not specifically the point of the article or the post, but WHAT IN PLUPERFECT FUCK IS THE PRESENTATION OF THOSE FRENCH FRIES ABOUT? It's like some chef said, "I shall now make ketchup even more of a culinary abomination than it already is, as offensive to the eyes as to the palate."
When exactly did you attend KU? (Rock Chalk, by the way. Hi.) Because this is a very specific 98.9 The Wave callout that seems aimed at my best friend and me and maybe three other people.