i enjoy peter o’toole’s burker king hat.
are they goneee yet?
i want to havt tea with theese fucking hipsters oooh ~look at their cokebottle glasses and anahrovistic (anachritic that’s a hard wokd to spell) knit caps dayum yvonne they are fly as he;ll.
this has been dfpost tm sym,bol.
It’s okay, darling! It was just a shot in the proverbial ~dark. So Netflix should be my next stop, yes? I’ve never done this online movie subscription thing before, so lookit’ J-Grey, propelling me into the 21st century like a boss. Oh, and I was all up in that made-for-tv’s business this week—-practically scoured the Internet from head to toe, to no avail. LIZA + SHIRLEY MACLAINE + JEN + KATHY BATES (?). WHO PUT THIS FUCKERY TOGETHER. It’s even weirder for me, considering Katharine Hepburn starred in the Shirley MacLaine role on Broadway for two seasons. When Worlds Collide, with your host Amber. I really would like to get my hands on Outrage and Portraits of a Killer, both glimmers of substance in the vigilante/crime drama genre, no doubt. IdontevenknowwhatI’msayinganymoreyourusernameissoapt.
But thaaaank you!
drbumsteer answered your question: Hello folks!
My favorite spencer tracy movie was the one where he wore all yellow and solved crimes.
I think Mr. Drbumsteer was attempting to make a funny, dear.
MY BEST FRIEND, HUMOR, DOES NOT DESERVE THIS ABUSE~*~
How does that old adage go again?
All of us are made up of the stories that we listen to; the ones we disagree with and the ones that we agree with.
I suppose this much is true, but it by no means excuses misinterpretation or flat-out libel under the guise of “artistic liberties.” At one point I had a draft of a re-worked script, and I found it a cheap bit of dime-store psychology masquerading as a play—and a bit of an insult to both Kate’s memory and the memory of her parents. [I know this wasn’t the intent.] The fault lies in Lombardo’s play, not Mulgrew’s performance—the same case can also be made for Cate Blanchett’s “Kate”. The dramatic license he took, attempting to get into her head vis a vis her relationship with her father, was simplistic to say the least and a total guess on his part. Problem with this kind of “entertainment” is that it is accepted as truth by the general public who only know the talking points of her life, if that. Is it the worst thing ever written about Kate? No. That honor belongs elsewhere. Does it do her a disservice? Maybe not—because it’s really pretty inconsequential; just a blip on the radar. The quality of the theatre experience ideally should be a marriage of performance and material. Here the material lets everyone down, especially Hepburn fans. And it’s not that I’m completely adverse to a Hepburn play, neitha. In the right hands, you’d be hard-pressed to find a more—to borrow a word from someone—fascinating subject for a one-woman piece. Except that with all the revisionist history that seems to be going on as of late, I doubt one will ever see the light of day.
(Unless I write the damn thing myself.)
So. Theyah we ahre.
It’s been nigh unto a week since I’ve last posted [or even checked this street drug of a website], but it seems I’ve let some prettyfuckingredonkulous questions amass, so this is me being a civilized member of society and answering them. No, I don’t know if I’m ~emotionally stable enough to continue tumblin’ with any regularity, but what the hell. This place is ‘sposedta be muy divertido, I hear..
“These Arms of Mine” - Otis Redding.
I mean, I get it. They’re nice. Tumblr then collectively falls all over itself, “Look at them laughing together like a pair of goons, uninhibited by their ~love, oh emm gee. We could be herooooooes forever and evaaaaaah.”
She’s flashin’ her gums and he has chubby hands. Holy shit, let’s repost this 6 times stat. Except, that I would rather not see anything about these two for weeks, and in turn be pleasantly surprised when someone posts something, if not NEW, then at the very least, interesting.
Something more along the lines of:
THIS IS ART.
