So"Mad Men" is getting even better. I'm on episode #7 of Season One and although I'm still appalled by the smoking and the sexism, the ongoing character development is awesome and the story line now with the agency debating/discussing Nixon vs. Kennedy is priceless! Oh wow, Draper was just a total dick to his wife, though.
Saw lots of tourists out tonight taking pictures of cable cars in the fog--as much as I snark on the tourists, they are good at helping me remember some of the cool aspects of living in the City.
Football sure is gay sometimes. Am watching (for not much longer, as badly as it's going) the Florida-Kentucky game and the announcer has just repeated the probably at least partly apocryphal story of Tebow telling his coach to not be afraid to lean on him, to "ride that horse." Yes, the announcer said more than once, Tebow said to his coach, and I quote, "Ride me!" My god, they look like worldbeaters but also Kentucky looks like absolute shit--kind of like Cal did earlier. And the morning started off so promising with Kansas winning and LSU looking like anything BUT worldbeaters against Miss. State. Oh well.
Um, Outback "Steakhouse" is actually promoting their third $9.99 meal as coming with a "wedge salad?" Seriously? What's next? Free tap water? Fewer ratdroppings in your "loaded" baked potato? Sorry, but I feel justified in slamming Outback coz their ower is a major homophobe. Or am I getting him confused with the owner of Carl's Jr.? Sigh. So many homophobes, so little time to expose and mock them all.
Let's end with a comparison of why we'll eventually succumb to the Germans and/or Chinese. They just don't put up with shit like we do. Witness from "News of the Weird":
Two formerly well-off retired couples in Germany, whose nest egg was largely wiped out by investments in sub-prime Florida mortgages, vented their anger by kidnapping their investment adviser, James Amburn. They took him to the vacation home of one of the couples near the Austrian border, bound him like a mummy and beat and tortured him over several days, fracturing two ribs, in repeated attempts to punish him and extort his own property as partial compensation for their losses. Police rescued him after he managed to send a coded message by fax.
Crisis Intervention: A certain bridge in Ghangzhou, China, has become popular for suicide (12 attempts in a 45-day period in April and May), and with each incident, traffic is slowed or halted for hours while crews attempt to talk the distraught person down or perform rescues. Mr. "Chen" was on the ledge in May, according to an Agence France-Presse dispatch, but he couldn't make up his mind about jumping. One frustrated motorist, Lai Jiansheng, ended the suspense by walking up to Chen and pushing him off. Chen survived, and Lai was arrested.
So the question is: should we turn over our financial leaders to the Germans or to Lai Jiansheng? Discuss.
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9/17/09
Cruising
WARNING: This blog was done while watching the "notorious" gay serial killer flick "Cruising" with Al Pacino. You may want to skip this if you're, um, "sensitive" regarding gay S&M matters.
Starts right off with some good old fashioned police oppression. Kinda gross, actually. So much for the cop fantasy.
Wow, the first cruise/pick-up was a hoot. "Cool. I never made it with a Martian before."
OMFG the first kill was VERY bloody/graphic. The killer has a creepy, almost unreal voice.
Wow, Al Pacino looks really young.
Ooooh, goin' undercover: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHjFxJVeCQs
OMG, it's shopkeeper Powers Boothe explaining the hanky code to Al Pacino. Too. Fucking. Weird. (and this performance is from the same year that "Guyana Tragedy" came out--which totally traumatized me)
Okay, I can't wait to see what the "psychological payoff" is going to be for this stupid sounding, "You made me do that" line. (it turns out there wasn't one--or I missed it/didn't get it! anyone?)
Oooh, Ms, Thing getting into it now - shaking her ass at the leather bar, sucking on an ether-soaked rag, snap snap snap. :) Didn't he also play gay in "Dog Day Afternoon"?
Okay, so Al Pacino was just able to call the Columbia University Registrar, not as a cop, and get the street address of a student w/o even providing a reason. Oh, such innocent, blood-drenched, S&M, gay killing days we used to live in. Sigh.
WTF? Pacino is quite the bossy little sex bitch!
I don't know which is weirder--Karen Allen as Al Pacino's wife, or a young James Remar as the pissy gay dancer neighbor (he's done a million things - inlcuding playing Dexter's dad).
Hmmm, I'm guessing the ending is supposed to be ambiguous.
Well, it's no "French Connection" or even "The Exorcist," but it wasn't as awful as I thought it'd be.
Outrageously fun/creepy fact on the movie/director to end with:
In 1972, director William Friedkin - huge after The French Connection (1971) - is shooting his spiritual/psych-horror The Exorcist (1973) in downtown New York. For a scene requiring mock brain-scans of the possessed lead character, Friedkin films a real-life radiologist and his assistant, Paul Bateson. Flash ahead to 1979. Friedkin is planning an adap of Gerald Walker’s novel ‘Cruising’, inspired by a real-life serial killer carving up leather boys in the city's underground gay-bars and dumping their body parts in the Hudson River, wrapped in black plastic bags. When he learns that his Exorcist radiologist assistant Bateson is currently awaiting trial for the post-coital slaying of gay film critic Addison Verrill, Friedkin decides to pay him a visit to do a little research into the psyche of his cruising killer. Bateson is later imprisoned for life - for the Verrill murder - but not before dropping hints while in custody that he was also the body bag killer. The latter cases remain unsolved, but there's every chance that Friedkin had not only inadvertently consulted the actual killer at the heart of Cruising while planning the film, but had also cast him in a film he made years before it.
Starts right off with some good old fashioned police oppression. Kinda gross, actually. So much for the cop fantasy.
Wow, the first cruise/pick-up was a hoot. "Cool. I never made it with a Martian before."
OMFG the first kill was VERY bloody/graphic. The killer has a creepy, almost unreal voice.
Wow, Al Pacino looks really young.
Ooooh, goin' undercover: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHjFxJVeCQs
OMG, it's shopkeeper Powers Boothe explaining the hanky code to Al Pacino. Too. Fucking. Weird. (and this performance is from the same year that "Guyana Tragedy" came out--which totally traumatized me)
Okay, I can't wait to see what the "psychological payoff" is going to be for this stupid sounding, "You made me do that" line. (it turns out there wasn't one--or I missed it/didn't get it! anyone?)
Oooh, Ms, Thing getting into it now - shaking her ass at the leather bar, sucking on an ether-soaked rag, snap snap snap. :) Didn't he also play gay in "Dog Day Afternoon"?
Okay, so Al Pacino was just able to call the Columbia University Registrar, not as a cop, and get the street address of a student w/o even providing a reason. Oh, such innocent, blood-drenched, S&M, gay killing days we used to live in. Sigh.
WTF? Pacino is quite the bossy little sex bitch!
I don't know which is weirder--Karen Allen as Al Pacino's wife, or a young James Remar as the pissy gay dancer neighbor (he's done a million things - inlcuding playing Dexter's dad).
Hmmm, I'm guessing the ending is supposed to be ambiguous.
Well, it's no "French Connection" or even "The Exorcist," but it wasn't as awful as I thought it'd be.
Outrageously fun/creepy fact on the movie/director to end with:
In 1972, director William Friedkin - huge after The French Connection (1971) - is shooting his spiritual/psych-horror The Exorcist (1973) in downtown New York. For a scene requiring mock brain-scans of the possessed lead character, Friedkin films a real-life radiologist and his assistant, Paul Bateson. Flash ahead to 1979. Friedkin is planning an adap of Gerald Walker’s novel ‘Cruising’, inspired by a real-life serial killer carving up leather boys in the city's underground gay-bars and dumping their body parts in the Hudson River, wrapped in black plastic bags. When he learns that his Exorcist radiologist assistant Bateson is currently awaiting trial for the post-coital slaying of gay film critic Addison Verrill, Friedkin decides to pay him a visit to do a little research into the psyche of his cruising killer. Bateson is later imprisoned for life - for the Verrill murder - but not before dropping hints while in custody that he was also the body bag killer. The latter cases remain unsolved, but there's every chance that Friedkin had not only inadvertently consulted the actual killer at the heart of Cruising while planning the film, but had also cast him in a film he made years before it.
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