Herb & Dorothy makes some interesting counterbalance to the recent documentaries about Albert C. Barnes and his collection of art.
Recently, Mr. Lousy and Raúl have become fixated on Albert C. Barnes, his priceless collection of artwork, and the bitter battle over the possession and purpose of said collection under the ever-shifting auspices of the Albert C. Barnes Foundation.
Albert C. Barnes. You don’t fuck with this guy. They had to wait decades after his death before crossing his last will and testament.
The story is fascinating, infuriating, and enlightening, one in which assumed good guys (big name charitable foundations) really do act like bad guys, and little (or littler) guys can seem selfish, snobbish, and condescending. I wrote about the one-sided film The Art of the Steal, Read the rest of this entry »
There’s not a lot of thought here – just gushing. No spoilers if you don’t look at the pictures.
I love tv. In a major way. I remember shows from when I was a kid. I actually am baffled by people who don’t remember the shows they or their parents watched growing up. One of my earliest memories is watching the Mickey Mouse Club and desperately wanting a Mickey Mouse watch for Christmas – the one where Mickey’s in the middle and his arms are the hands of Read the rest of this entry »
Summer. I don’t know where the time goes. I guess I’m not as much of a homebody as I thought since my August list is still less than half the size of my January and February lists. With no tennis or Olympics to blame, it’s just the plain old outdoors. I will however, place some blame on my internet connection. It’s been down more than I care to think about this month and limiting my Netflix viewing. I have had AT&T out twice this month and my connection is still a pile of poo. AT&T you are the suckiest suck that ever sucked. I really do loathe AT&T and their worthless so-called voice recognition. It’s literally the worst. I’m headed out of town so I’m posting early. Well onto the list.
83 – Cowboys and Aliens – interminable boring mess
84 – Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels – still super fun
85 – Lake of Fire – even-handed abortion doc
86 – A Good Woman (Lady Windermere’s Fan) – stiff Helen Hunt
87 – You Will Meet a Tall, Dark Stranger – kind of forgettable
88 – Videodrome – still fucking crazy
89 – Hope Springs – uncomfortable with parents
90 – Tron:Legacy – the Flynn abides
91 – Judgment at Nuremberg – powerful, star-studded, relevant
This Doll was one too many for Mr. Lousy. For Raúl, she was an emotionally wrenching composite of characters with a mystery at the center of her being.
In today’s edition, Raúl will continue to respond to Mr. Lousy’s dissatisfaction with the Joss Whedon series Dollhouse. I have already addressed one complaint, uneven episodes; now, I shall proceed to a second problem: the proliferation/surprise revelations of Read the rest of this entry »
A little while ago Raul wrote about The Art of the Steal. I did indeed recommend it to Raul. I’m not sure I said it was a heist specifically but it did come out of a conversation about heist films. I too love a good heist movie and agree that half the fun is rooting for the what are technically the bad guys – the thieves. Raul Topkapi is super fun and I have been to the actual Topkapi Read the rest of this entry »
Whiskey after the Apocalypse. It’s all really going somewhere. Sometimes you have to look at the forest instead of the trees. The episodes are uneven, but the series is not.
I insisted that Mr. Lousy watch Joss Whedon’s Dollhouse this summer, and now my recommendation has been called into question. I am here to respond in part. I take complete responsibility for the recommendation and do not rue making it, though I do have some new thoughts after viewing it sort of in tandem with Lousy, though for me it Read the rest of this entry »
After compiling my personal ballot of candidates to play the role of Mags in the upcoming film adaptation Suzanne Collins’ Catching Fire, I knew I was still missing key players, even those in my relatively narrowed field: actresses over 80, like the character Mags, who could hold the Read the rest of this entry »
Marvin Hamlisch: the man who made you understand what it means to fuck James Bond. Carole Bayer Sager and Carly Simon helped.
Yes, I know he wrote The Way We Were, The Entertainer from The Sting, and A Chorus Line, which, on a side note, I saw on Broadway starring Saved by the Bell‘s Mario Lopez. But Marvin Hamlisch solidified his status forever with me by writing Nobody Does It Better, the theme song from the 1977 James Bond film, The Spy Who Loved Me, with then- Read the rest of this entry »
I just finished Dollhouse. I’m a little burned out on the Olympics or as NBC presents it – swimming/diving, volleyball, gymnastics and track. I can’t believe I had to go to Bravo at 6am to watch tennis. But I digress.
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Phelps’ athletic achievements make strange bedfellows with his well-publicized history of marijuana use.
So Michael Phelps is retiring as the most decorated and over-exposed athlete in Read the rest of this entry »