So, I haven’t thought about Barbra Streisand in something like decades (I honestly thought they had found her dead at the Orange Julius in her Malibu mansion’s subterranean mini-mall). But when I saw she was browbeating asking the Academy to sing about Robert Redford at the Oscars (who didn’t die at a mall but rather… Read More ‘A Star is Born’ (1976): How do you really feel about your fans, Babs?
“I don’t care if you have one arm, one leg….or six eyes!” An inspiring true-life sports tale that we might have watched as a team when my mates and I battled for state baseball titles in the early ’90s. But we never faced adversity like softballer Katelyn Pavey.
I’ve been saying this for over a week now: if they only had Chuck Heston, George Kennedy, and Marjoe Gortner still in town, that goddamn fire would be out already.
Maybe I missed something during the absolute euphoria of the last three weeks, but I’m not seeing anything online about the 50th anniversary of the apex of the “golden age” of disaster movies: the November/December 1974 releases of Airport 1975, Earthquake, and The Towering Inferno. All were socko successes with ticket buyers (if not the… Read More ‘Airport 1975’ (1974): Celebrating 50 years of landing jumbo jets – the hard way
I made the mistake of going to the movies this week. A new movie. In an actual theater. That I had to pay for. Without thinking, I bought a ticket for Terrifier 3, for no other reason than I wanted to see if I could recreate the feeling I used to have back in the… Read More ‘The Executioner’s Song’ (1982): ‘Director’s Cut’ of chilly ‘true life’ novel still a terrifying tale
Another summer of fun, right? Hot dogs, baseball games, grandma’s old-fashioned cracker crumb cake, lazing on the front porch at dusk, watching the fireflies, waiting for the next government-sanctioned assassination attempt…it’s been a real scorcher. I’ll tell you what’s not hot—Al Pacino’s Bobby Deerfield, the ludicrous 1977 Sydney Pollack attempt to marry Formula One racing with… Read More ‘Bobby Deerfield’ (1977): Pollack & Pacino stall at the starting line
Okay, now look: if you’re stupid enough to actually watch the Super Bowl this year believing that the fix isn’t in, now that the globalist Uni-Party has paid the curiously asexual PSYOP/singer to “hook up” (rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiight) with the bone-headed “clot shot” shill, all in service of the eventual President Bumbles endorsement, well…I don’t know what… Read More ‘The Oklahoma City Dolls’ (1981): Skip the Big Game. THIS is more fun!
Wild, untamed women. A man pushed to the limit. A wildfire threatening to destroy them. Will love and romance prevail in this hothouse forest?
Flying hatchets. Running with chainsaws. These people will do anything for $50,000. But in this economy, who can blame them?
A must-have primer for every would-be romantic kidnapper out there…although the only way Sweet Hostage would be remade today is if Bradley Cooper kidnapped Dylan Mulvaney.
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