For You Bunch Of Boozers, Users, And Losers

Booze Movies: The 100 Proof Film Guide

I have spent a chunk of this evening perusing this wonderful, hilarious site.  I had to share it with all of you.  Very well done, great writing.  I love it.

The Name's Barrett, Barrett

Love Story
1970

"Screw Paris! Screw Paris and music and all that stuff you thought you stole from me. I don't care, don't you believe that?"

Grocery Store Favorites: Boz Scaggs

From 1980, and the most excellent Urban Cowboy soundtrack.

This is the song that is playing in the background when Bud cheats on Sissy with Pam.  A gorgeous backdrop of Houston, circa 1979, is seen through the ceiling-to-floor windows in the apartment, as Pam turns on her stereo and lights those curiously skinny candles.

I hear this tune a lot at Safeway, and I usually stay in the store and shop so I can hear all of it.  That is, unless it is marred by "Larry, I need cashier service up front, please!"

What This Blog Needs: More Of That Cool-Ass Breakdancin' Little Kid In The Grey Sweatshirt From The Movie Breakin'

Yes, I saw it in the theater. Stop looking at me.

A quick thought: maybe Ken and I should be Ozone and Turbo for Halloween this year. We were going to be our beatnik alter-egos, Cool Cat and Chickie Baby, but...

And Speaking Of Sandahl Bergman...

...here she is in what might be the most astonishingly beautiful dance sequence ever committed to film (the only other one that I think I might like more is "Cool," from West Side Story).

This is "Airotica," from 1979's All That Jazz. Now, you're all adults, right? So I don't need to mention to anyone that this very sexy clip has nudity in it, okay?

For those of you who haven't seen All That Jazz, directed by Bob Fosse, watch it as soon as you can get a copy. It's marvelous. Do I really need to rant against The Academy in its failure to give Roy Scheider an Oscar for his heartbreaking, infuriating, and often hilarious portayal of Joe Gideon, a thinly veiled take on Bob Fosse himself?

One more thing: I think Sandahl Bergman has quite literally the perfect body here. Ah, well, she is a fitness expert, after all. But still, those legs! (Life is so damned unfair.)

Bang Bang, My Baby Shot Me Down

I've been obsessed with this song ever since I heard it the other night as Ken and I watched Kill Bill Vol. 1. It's the tune you hear during the opening credits.

I think this clip is from 1966, when Nancy Sinatra appeared on a television special starring her father, called A Man And His Music, Part II.



And I prefer Nancy's interpretation of the song over Cher's.

From 1972: Why I Shall Always Refer To African-American Males As "Black Soul Brothers"

It's just cooler, that's all.

Rosey Greer and Ray Milland ARE The Thing With Two Heads!

Two trailers for this cinematic masterpiece...ribbed for your pleasure.





More power to you, brother.

What I Will Be Watching Instead Of The Superbowl

"Ken, I want to go back to Vietnam," I said.
"What," he answered, "right now?"



The Lover (French: L'Amant) is a 1992 drama film produced by Claude Berri and directed by Jean-Jacques Annaud.

Based on the semi-autobiographical 1984 novel by Marguerite Duras, the film details the illicit affair between a teenage French girl and a wealthy Chinese man in 1929 Vietnam.

The Lover is a passionate, deeply sensual and tender love story with very generous lashings of magnificent smut.

It stars Jane March as The Young Girl, and Tony Leung as The Chinese Man.

It also features a breathtakingly beautiful soundtrack by Gabriel Yared.

Oh, Eric Roberts. What On Earth Happened?

So last night I was flipping channels and I stumbled across some doggerel on VH-1 called Celebrity Rehab or some other such twaddle. You know, H-list "celebrities" check into a rehabilitation facility, have their every foible filmed, and then that awful Dr. Drew "helps" them.

Yuck.

Imagine my surprise, my ghastly surprise, to learn that one of the "celebrities" is none other than Eric Roberts, brother to Julia and the far better actor of the two. What is a talent of his caliber doing on a show like Celebrity Rehab? How dreadful.

Roberts seared his way into my memory in Bob Fosse's Star 80, with his electric portrayal of small-time pimp Paul Snider, the man who murdered 1980 Playboy Playmate of the Year Dorothy Stratten before turning the gun on himself. In this scene from Star 80, Snider demonstrates his meticulous, albeit creepy, preparations to meet those assembled at the Playboy Mansion.

From 1978: Thank God It's Friday

This has been a uniquely shitty week.

Thank God it's Friday.

From 1968: The Moon Is Acting Very Funny

Our patron saint, Miss Tuesday Weld, with Anthony Perkins in 1968's Pretty Poison.



Don't be fooled by the lighthearted feel of this trailer; this movie is positively depraved.

Here's a bit of trivia for you: Tuesday Weld turned down the lead in Rosemary's Baby in favor of Pretty Poison.

Circa 1981: OK, Kid, You Got The Job

Spielberg auditioned more than 300 children for the roles in 1982's E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial. I think it's fairly clear why Henry Thomas was awarded the coveted role of Elliot.

A bit of trivia: listen to the voice of the adult actor who is playing the government agent. Does it sound familiar? It should. It's actor Richard Dreyfuss, a longtime friend of Spielberg's from when they both worked on Jaws together.

From 1957: A Trailer From My Favorite Movie

Have a good weekend, everybody. And if you haven't seen A Face In The Crowd, do so as soon as you can (you can watch the whole movie, in segments, if you follow the link!). It's so good, I won't even try to describe it to you, because I lack the words to do so. Yes, it's that good.

The Oscars are this weekend. They're so irrelevant; Andy Griffith, Patricia Neal, Walter Matthau, and Anthony Franciosa (who gives, in my opinion, the most devastating portrayal in the film) were all snubbed by the so-called Academy for this movie.

A very young and adorable Lee Remick made her big-screen debut in this film.

Oddly prescient for today. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

And I guarantee that you will never look at The Andy Griffith Show the same way ever again.

The Wonderful Miss Judy Holliday

Miss Holliday in her signature role of Billie Dawn in Born Yesterday, for which she won a Best Actress Oscar. (My note: simply one of the best and funniest movies ever made. And believe it or not, the remake with Melanie Griffith is pretty good, too.)

Judy Holliday died on June 7, 1965, after a battle with breast cancer. She was only 43 years old.

Angel Face

Did you know that Jean Simmons was director William Wyler's first choice for the part of Princess Anne in Roman Holiday? Audrey Hepburn was given the role because Howard Hughes, who owned Jean's contract, would not release her to do the picture.

From 1951: Marilyn Monroe's Former Roommate

Shelley Winters

Part of the reason why I love Shelley Winters was that she was unafraid to play unsympathetic, unlikable characters. Such was the case in 1951's A Place In The Sun (a fantastic movie and one of my favorites).

From 1948: The One And Only

Saint Joan of Crawford, posing by some sort of urn that I am quite sure that Helga forgot to dust under. Not that I would ever fault Joan for being mad at the dirt...she's La Joan, after all. It's her right, no, her duty to get mad at whatever or whoever she wants.

Actually, The Reason Why The 20,000 Anguished Girls Had Blisters Is Another Story Entirely

I prefer my name for the movie: Shameless Knocked-Up Sluts!