One of the nuttier things I’ve seen recently is a redo of The Wizard of Oz. No, it isn’t been set to a different beat or had the Wicked Witch turned into Kellyanne Conway. It’s been alphabetized.
A man named Matt Bucy decided to cut the film so that every word appears in alphabetical order. It’s a mind-boggling feat and I can’t begin to imagine how long it took him. But once you start watching, you can’t pull your eyes away; it’s alternately fascinating and ludicrous.
Read more here: http://www.cinemablend.com/new/Some-Madman-Edited-Wizard-Oz-Alphabetical-Order-I-Can-t-Look-Away-103867.html
There are many jobs actors take when trying to break into such a competitive and backstabbing industry–wait staff, menial labor, office work, models. Even actors who become iconic superstars usually have to pay their dues and start somewhere. If they’re lucky, they get acting work as extras, maybe get a speaking line and a credit as Girl #2 or Robber #3, or show in up several short scenes and not say a word (as a very pretty Pierce Brosnan did in The Long Good Friday, where he played a silent Irish hit man).
Before he moved on to the shaken/not stirred stage of his career, Roger Moore showed off his gorgeous, chiseled profile as a knitwear pattern model. As a really crummy knitter let me tell you that they’d take many hours of diligent work as the stitches are incredibly small and some of the designs are quite complex.
Roger, of course, was so handsome that he doubtless sold a whole lot of these patterns to swooning knitters.
Bless his biceps.
We honor the fallen.
At least some Americans do. The Americans who don’t work in the White House.
One of the first rock concerts I went to was the Allman Brothers. We were then living in San Jose (way, way before Silicon Valley was a dream in a techie’s mind) and they were playing in Berkeley, which was about a two-hour drive. My sister Marge got the car and off we went.
I don’t remember too much about the concert except the visceral thrill of it, and how Dickie Betts rocked his blue jeans LOL. But I’ve always loved the early Allman music and wore out the grooves on their Live at Fillmore East album.
Gregg certainly messed up a lot of his life, but he still made a lot of people happy with his music. Hope he and Duane are jamming somewhere, having a beer and a toke and a laugh together.
It’s been a horrendous week (will spare you the details), but at least I found one good laugh.
Sculptor Tyson Tabbert has made the world a better place with his exquisitely droll figurines he made, based on the film of John Waters. His exhibit, “Lost Merchandise Of The Dreamlanders,” is on view for the next month at the La Mama Galleria on E. 4th St in the East Village.
If you’ve never seen Female Trouble or anything starring of Waters’ wondrous oeuvre starring the late, luscious Divine, you are in for a treat.
Once upon a time, I was on Disney’s press list and got invited to an anniversary celebration at Disney World, all expenses paid. One night, only the invited journalists and their guests were allowed into Tomorrowland, and as there were so few people in such a large park I got to go on Space Mountain five times in a row, no lines, front car. Heaven!
I thought of those rides when I read this rather astonishing piece in The Atlantic by James Hamblin. Seems that the centrifugal forces on roller coasters can help dislodge small kidney stones.
What a great way to not only be spared the agony but to save thousands in doctor bills just from screaming your head off on a thrill ride!
Gotta love science. And urological surgeon Dr. David Wartinger. Read more here; it’s worth it: https://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2016/09/for-kidney-health-roller-coaster-therapy/501278/?utm_source=fbb
Connery was sexier in a louche kind of way, but Roger Moore had that saucy twinkle. What a shame he is gone at the age of 89.
Who now has that kind of twinkle?
Elvis fans who want a real piece of their beloved star now have a rare opportunity to own one. If they can cough up a few million or two (or ten) for his private Lockheed Jetstar plane, which has been sitting on a runway in Roswell, NM for the last thirty years.
The interior hasn’t been touched, as you can tell from the plush magenta seats that big enough for Elvis’ latter-day backside to have ridden in comfort.
The cockpit does need a little work.
Check out the auction here: https://new.liveauctioneers.com/item/52960731_elvis-presleys-private-lockheed-jetstar-jet.
I bet it’s bugged with the very latest in Saudi/Russki technology.