Saturday, March 21, 2009
Fairies, Fantasy & Fun...family outing at the Grove (March 22)! Actor Toby Froud to attend screening of Labyrinth...
In their continuing effort to provide entertainment to the local community, the Grove is hosting a family event on March 22, titled:
"Fairies, Fantasy & Fun".
In addition to fairy wing making, face painting, live performances and readings by authors at Barnes & Noble book store, there will be a screening of Labyrinth.
Toby Froud, the film's star, will be on hand to meet 'n greet fans.
Glam rocker, David Bowie (his face graces the poster above) is also featured in the fantasy pic.
The Grove invites families to either come in fairy wings and costumes or put 'em together with the sponsors on site.
The event is FREE and open to all members of the public!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Thanks for the quickie!
San Francisco's Mayor Gavin Newsom flew in to town to have a ringside chat with Ryan Seacrest this morning on the radio about the wonders of L'oreal hair gel.
The two darling chatty-Kathies were having a gay old time until His Honor suddenly realized it might be wise to discuss a handful of campaign pledges in his upcoming run for Governor once the budget terminator steps down.
Gavin is quite the character, sort-of your typical kid from the wrong side of the tracks, with a shine in his pants.
And, with an arrogant street-wise personality, to match.
Heck, in one dull interview recently, he tried to spark up a controversy by bragging that he was a lousy speller.
Needless to say, his tweets are a little slow since he has to reach for his pocket dictionary every few seconds or so, to get his p's & q's just right.
Gavin keep this in the forefront of your mind:
"i" before "e" except after "c"
A bit of helpful advice?
Try your hand at scrabble - or at least a crossword daily - because either one has the capacity to sharpen word skills over time.
Newsom loves pomp and circumstance, though, in spite of his aw-shucks manner.
The last time I was in San Francisco, I took in his inaugeration at City Hall.
What a hoot!
A boy's choir, a girl's choir. No stops were pulled.
I seemed to recall, though, that the Mayor's office assured the press and his constituents that the celebration would be a low-key affair.
What- "Next to the Queen's Coronation?" - I joked to a local politician chuckling next to me in the gallery.
Take a gander at the post I wrote on the occasion of the swearing in and decide for yourself.
I expect that if Mayor Newsom lands a seat in the Gov'nor's Mansion, he'll rustle up some new-fangled ideas about how to pretty-up the State.
After all, in San Francisco he's known as the "green" Mayor, in view of his visionary efforts to heal the planet in a myriad of novels ways.
I even attended a "tree planting" ceremony he sponsored one nippy morning on Market Street, to get a take on what makes the Mayor's bark tick on environmental issues, for starters.
There wasn't much of a turn-out for the much-ballyhooed event.
Some pooh-poohed that Gavin was on everyone's sh** list because he cancelled Halloween that year.
But, that didn't deter golden boy.
He'll turn up at the opening of an envelope, given the chance!
Yup, when renovations on the downtown library - labelled "The Main" by famed journalist Herb Caen - were completed, Gavin stood in the wings at the ribbon-cutting ceremony chomping at the bit to spout his mouth off.
But, he sure wasn't going to dash to the podium 'til he was good 'n ready, and most certainly not in any way, shape, or form that might denegrate his importance in the eyes of all the social climbers in attendance in the main foyer that fateful day.
Yeah, I got all the unpleasant business down in my little black book and transferred all the dirt onto my blog site post-haste.
If Gavin does gets his foot in the Governor's door, he'll be the spittin' image of Clinton (slick Willy, dude) who was inclined to bend over a few pages now and then.
But, I admit, Gavin's "do" looks great!
And, he's managed to keep his di** in his trousers out of scandal's way, for about a year now.
Thank God for small mercies!
Once you have black you never go back!
AFI Dallas..."Brothers Bloom" to kick-off glitzy Gala! Adrien Brody, Rian Johnson & Robert Towne to appear on red carpet! March 26th!
Opening night at AFI DALLAS is gearing up to be a must-attend event of the season, as festival organizers get down to the nitty-gritty to ensure the evening's festivities go off without a hitch.
In addition to the red carpet premiere of Rian Johnson's "Brothers Bloom", a handful of high-profile directors and actors will be in town to catch screenings of their landmark films being spotlighted by AFI Dallas commencing March 26th thru April 2nd.
When the glittering gala kicks off on the eve of March 26th at AMC Northpark - actors Louis Gosset Jr. and Adrien Brody - in addition to Directors Robert Town, Rian Johnson, Christopher Wong, Nicole Terre, and Aaron Marshall - are expected to trot down the carpet to the delight of filmgoers currently snapping up tickets.
"The Brothers Bloom" (Rian Johnson) is a fun romp about two of the best con men in the world who swindle millionaires in a haze of complex scenarios that make the head spin," according to the producers.
In one last job - in what amounts to a swan song - an eccentric heiress finds herself swept up in a romantic adventure that traverses the globe.
Recently, I attended a mini-fest that Rian Johnson held at the New Beverly Cinema Hollywood.
During the Q & A, Johnson offered up a fascinating peak into the intriguing world of trickery and magic which was the inspiration for "The Brothers Bloom".
In addition to Johnson, Peter Bogdanovich will be honored at the prestigious Festival with the AFI Dallas Star Award in recognition of his outstanding achievements in cinema.
The legendary director will be presented with the award by Texas Governor Rick Perry.
I'll be front-row-and-center at the ceremony applauding the film genius wholeheartedly.
I also managed to have a word or two with James Toback a couple of months ago about much-anticipated documentary "TYSON".
On that occasion, he amused the rapt audience with a lot of scuttlebutt about Tyson, the making of the documentary, and his thoughts on the man.
AFI Dallas will also be hosting a screening of TYSON on Thursday, April 2 (2009) at AMC NorthPark 15, which I plan to attend.
Tobak will be on hand in at a Q & A afterwards.
Thereafter, there will undoubtedly be a post and/or review of "Tyson", so stay in touch with this site.
This year, there will be a special tribute to the films shot in Texas.
And, it's going to be a big "to do".
"AFI DALLAS is proud to join forces with AT&T and Governor Rick Perry to throw the spotlight on the many film classics that were filmed in this state and the many wonderful film artists who call Texas home," an AFI spokesperson noted for the record.
For example, "The Last Picture Show" (which the festival organizers feel is a quintessential Texas Film) will be screened at the Texas Film Day Celebration at the tail end of the AFI Dallas event.
The Texas Day Film celebration is basically a capstone to the 2009 Festival, which will essentially promote and bring awareness to filmmaking in the great state of Texas.
The high-profile event kicks off with a lluncheon and panel discussion at the AFI DALLAS Festival Lounge in Victory Park and will be sponsored by Women in Film Dallas and the Dallas Producers Association.
Governor Rick Perry and other VIPs will put in much-ballyhooed appearances later at a cocktail reception AFI DALLAS at The House in Victory Park sponsored by the Irving Convention & Visitors Bureau, The Studios at Las Colinas and the Texas Association of Film Commissions.
The paparazzi will probably turn out in droves for the red carpet arrivals at AT&T Plaza.
After Governor Perry makes a formal declaration about Texas Film Day, he'll summarily present the AFI DALLAS Star Award to Peter Bogdanovich in recognition of his extraordinary
contributions to modern cinema.
A screening of "Great Texas Moments in Film" on super-sized-screens in AT&T Plaza crown the ceremony.
The evening will be topped off with a star-studded gala and celebration Neiman Marcus.
All Texas Day events at Victory Plaza will be free and open to the public to participate and enjoy.
Whew, I'm going to be in a real tizzy, if I don't get organized tonight!
Occasionally, I pop into a 711 at the corner of Holloway & La Cienega to pick up the morning paper and snatch up a cup of Java.
Unfortunately, in recent weeks, management there has hired a female (?) cashier with an obvious personality disorder.
Strolling in to shop there now is quite an uncomfortable experience.
Of course, one has only to take a gander at the screwball character, to fathom what her problem is!
The poor little misfit is overweight, for starters.
Worse than that, she has no fashion sense or even a smidgen of self-awareness.
After botching a dye job, for some inexplicable reason, the twenty-something (I'm being kind) non-entity chose to sculpt the mish-mash of yucky orange-yellow-green freakish strands into a little pyramid on top.
Does she honestly take a glance in the mirror each morning and imagine that she looks the least bit cool or attractive?
Today, she appeared to have a fixation on me.
When I strode towards the coffee counter, she stopped in her tracks, blocked my path, and stared at me.
Nope, she wouldn't get out of the way.
So creepy, it made my skin crawl!
When I side-stepped her to let her pass, she copied my action to a "t", and remained standing "this-close" to the left of me.
Her weirdness walked off to another section of the store, but within secs, was back at my side paying attention to every minute detail as I added cream, stirred the piping-hot liquid into a tasty blend, then crowned the disposable cup with a lid.
She followed in unison as I trekked over to the cash register - albeit in line behind the display case - then stood there at the check-out looking for-all-the-world like an empty-headed zombie.
Now, I understand why well-known celebrities go up-the-wall when they experience the same kind of bizarre conduct from strangers running rampant all around 'em in the streets, when they're dining at a trendy restaurant, or out on a shopping spree on Robertson.
These weirdos need to get a life!
I wanted to advise the woman, who had all the personality and charm of a worm, that her behaviour was odd.
"Maybe you should get some therapy," I imagined myself saying in a straight-forward heart-to-heart.
But, my spiritual teachings urge compassion.
So, I smiled politely, said a little prayer for her, and exited politely.
Needless to say, I won't be patronizing that convenience store again.
If she is mentally imbalanced, I certainly don't want to encourage her.
Henry Miller said it best:
"There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world (or person?) which is crazy."
Did you catch those full page ads for Ralph Lauren in the weekend editions of the two major dailies in New York and Los Angeles?
The pricey blurbs featured a female model - who just happened to be a mirror-image of Barack Obama - with close-cropped hair, dark looks, and a snobbish air of smug satisfaction about her.
Through Lauren's eyes, women appear to be pining to slip in to Barack's pants, in a manner-of-speaking.
Is the Presidential "look" in style this spring for the - um - discerning woman-about-town?
Unfortunately, the stylist who created the eye-catching image for the print media, wasn't a top-notch professional.
Sadly, there were a number of faux pas, which boggled my fashion sensibilities.
The pant leg on the two piece suit, for example, was "indecisive".
The cuff should have fallen at the ankle or more confidently on the gam farther up (pedal-pusher-style) - but in this instant fashion disaster - the style meter was decidedly in the "missed-the-mark" zone.
When I was a kid, if my pants rode a tad above the ankle, my grandmother would scold me.
"You look like a China-man."
Notwithstanding, the fabric pinched and pulled in an unflattering way in the most-awkward of places - at the crotch, in the arm - and even at a lone buttonhole where an over sized button screamed out "tacky".
A botched knot in the tie, and a collar that failed to frame the neckline properly, added to the misery.
There was nothing comfortable-looking about the gal's stance, either.
The grimace on the model's face said it all:
"These heels are killin' me."
Overall, Ralph's entry was a distinctive B & B look.
Beige & Boring!
In contrast, there's been a role reversal, with men going peacock!
Donovan Leitch Jr. and Ione Skye...attend screenings of "The In Crowd" & "The Blob"! New Beverly Cinema...
Charismatic Donovan Leitch Jr. appeared last night at West Hollywood's New Beverly Cinema for a screening of two of his classic films from the eighties.
"If it wasn't for 'Dirty Dancing'," theorized Leitch, "'The In Crowd' - which isn't even available on DVD - may have become a hit."
Well, not likely!
While Donovan Jr. is engaging in the upbeat feel-good teen flick - and turns in some surprising moves that enthrall fans who literally rock on the edge of their seats - "In Crowd" is essentially a piece of fluff that basically melts in the mouth much like cotton candy after consumption without much weight or substance.
For me, the "In Crowd" was kind-of a deer in the headlights experience," chuckled Leitch unabashedly to a rapt audience.
"Forget about texting and technology; this was before all that. In the safe eighties," the articulate actor noted with tongue firmly-in-cheek before the film sprang to life on the silver screen.
Ione Skye (Leitch's sister) attended the cozy gathering, much to the delight of fans, who waded through a celebratory crush in the lobby later to nab an autograph or two after the screen faded to black.
Skye is a fresh-faced actress with a down-to-earth outgoing personality.
A role she is relatively well-known for is that of "Diane Court" in the entertaining John Cusac film "Say Anything".
Ione also played the title character in "The Rachel Papers".
Ms. Skye received nods from the critics for a small part she played in the Zodiac, a film - by the way - that featured one of her father's haunting tunes - "The Hurdy Gurdy Man".
Skye and Donovan are the offspring of Enid Stulberger and Leitch, Sr.
In addition to his acting pursuits - he's quite photogenic by the way - Leitch Jr. is currently a member of the band Camp Freddy.
The handsome performer was also a founding member of the neo-glam group Nancy Boy - a band he formed with Jason Nesmith - the son of Monkee band member Michael Nesmith.
Although Donovan dies early on in "The Blob" - in horrific ghoulish way - the special effects film is a scary bill-of-fare (which also stars a young Kevin Dillon in a break-out role) worthy of catching next time around at the Theatre in the event well-executed films in the horror genre are your cup-of-tea.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
They say the bigger the star, the most gracious they are.
This most certainly applies to Angela Lansbury.
The talented stage actress with the light touch not only held court in Tinsel Town during the golden heyday of the golden studio system, but managed to surge forward decades later and win the adoration of a younger fan base, by virtue of the power of the medium of Television and a weekly hit series on the reigning network of the day, CBS.
Even still, two of her stand-out performances early on in her illustrious career, are sure to be mainstays in film archive for generations to come.
But, "National Velvet", held a particular fascination for me personally since Lansbury played the older sister of a movie star held dear to my gushing heart, Elizabeth Taylor.
But, I've always been a big fan of "Murder She Wrote", too.
In fact, I landed a bit part on one episode, when the detective drama was still at the top of the pile and nabbing impressive ratings.
I recall the experience vividly.
For example, shortly dashed onto the set at Universal Studios, I signed in, and excitedly poured a piping cup of coffee and reached for a tasty-looking doughnut on the house.
Universal wasn't always so generous with the hand-outs, though.
In fact, it wasn't until Ms. Lansbury stepped in and put her foot down, that the greedy studio relented and was inclined thereafter to share the spoils of their success.
In spite of the fact it was an industry tradition for production companies to provide a free breakfast and coffee to the cast and crew as they wandered in at the crack of dawn each day, Universal dug its feet in and went against the grain.
Indeed, the stingy old studio execs at one of the most-prosperous studios in Burbank, enforced a policy which required that all personnel - crew members, actors, extras, and the like - toss a few coins their way to cover the cost of the European-style brunch.
One day, Ms. Lansbury happened to be pouring a cup of java on the sound stage, when she spied an actor dropping a few coins into a tin cup.
Lansbury's initial reaction was to be taken aback.
"What you doing?" she pointedly asked the day player.
"Oh, we have to pay for our coffee and doughnut," he chuckled.
The kind-hearted actress - steeped in tradition - was aghast.
"What," she cried out incredulous.
Within minutes, the award-winning thespian stormed off to the production office and notified the Director in no uncertain terms that if there was a collection cup gracing the table the next day, she wouldn't be putting in an appearance for work.
That must have been quite a jolt to the producers.
According to eyewitnesses, bright and early the next morning - there were a generous proportions of fruit, bagels, sandwich meats, and doughnuts artfully spread out on a table - all for the taking - free!
According to the script, my character - a tipsy yuppie on a lunch break at a watering hole Angela's character invested in with her nephew - is supposed to bang his mug on the counter to get the attention of the bartender (played by Jack Carter).
During the first run-thru, I rapped my beer glass on the hardwood surface, and stepped on Angela's line by mistake!
I was so embarrassed that I wanted to crawl under the carpet and hide.
"I'm so sorry," I apologised profusely.
Angela, cool-as-a-cucumber, didn't even bat-an-eye in disgust.
"Dear, not to worry. That's what rehearsals are for."
Gosh, what a swell dame, I thought to myself.
Her loving-kindness reminded me of a quote from William Hazlitt:
"Gracefulness is the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul."
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
A casting director paged me one fine morning and informed me that a director had requested me to double for Jack Lemmon's son - Chris - who was starring in an Independent film titled "Yellow Pages".
The production was anxious to jet overseas to a handful of locales where key scenes were being shot for the comedy release on a short schedule with a low budget.
So, what else is new in Tinsel town?
For this reason, the producers wanted a 2nd unit to snag establishing shots in the can before the cast and crew took off overseas.
Basically, the shoot required a series of drive-bys up on Mulholland in Beverly Hills.
When I drove up to the set, the 2nd assistant director bustled me off to wardrobe and make-up to prepare me for the series of quick snippets on celluloid.
Essentially, a wig was pinned to my scalp, then the unruly mop was crowned with a stylish hat to partly hide my full face since I would be plunked inside a long wide old caddie with the top down with "Henry Brilliant" written in an eye-catching script on each side panel.
The camera was set on top of a knoll along a quieter more-picturesque stretch of the infamous drive high above the ritzy enclave where Tinsel Town's tony elite hob-knobbed below.
The initial scenes went off without a hitch, so I thought the wiry little director would call it a wrap shortly after a catered lunch.
"Ah, just the martini shot, now," he sighed, as he strolled to the edge of a cliff and stared down into the deep mouth of the suburban San Fernando Valley stretching out below.
He motioned me over and pointed to an on ramp on Highway 101.
"I'd like you to drive onto the freeway and take up a postion by the side of the road" he instructed, as he pointed out the spot where he'd like me to glide to a neat stop.
"You'll have a walkie-talkie. When the camera is ready, and the setting is just right, I'll give you a cue to pull into traffic and head on down the highway at a good clip."
For some inexplicable reason, the traffic cop on duty overseeing the shoot pursuant to a prerequisite City permit, did not escort me.
As I hopped in the vehicle and turned on the ignition, I recall shouting out to the director:
"Are these plates legal?"
"No problem," he winked.
Well, I managed to get on the ramp, and roar into position with a minimum amount of fuss.
I parked, as instructed, and waited for the signal.
Suddenly, I caught a moving object out of the corner of my eye in the rear-view mirror.
The CHP was boring down on me, fast.
I plucked up the walkie-talkie and pressed hard on the send button.
"I think I have company! The Highway Patrol."
"Oh sh**," I heard the Director mutter as his voice faded into oblivion.
The Officer pulled up behind me and ground to a halt in a cloud of dust.
As he strolled toward the vehicle, the director's voice started to squawk over the box.
When I reached for the communication device, I guess the Officer wasn't sure if I had a gun or something like that, cause he suddenly barked out:
"Hands up in the air where I can see 'em. Drop that."
"It's a walkie-talkie," I managed to screech out, as I just about pooped my pants.
"We're making a movie," I quickly blurted out, because he didn't appear to hear what I said or was under the distinct impression that I was a bald-faced liar, in fact.
Of course, he would think that.
The camera was up on the hill, out-of-sight, and I appeared to be spinning a tall tale.
As he stood beside me befuddled by the name "Henry Brilliant" etched on the side of the dilapidated old vehicle, the walkie-talkie crackled to life once again.
"Are you there?"
"May I pick up," I meekly asked.
He gave a nod, but was still perplexed nonetheless.
"We're sending our traffic cop down to talk to the CHP."
At this juncture, the studly officer chuckled under his breath.
"A Los Angeles traffic cop? He doesn't have any jurisdiction here. This is my turf."
As we waited for him to zip down to us on the lone stretch of highway, the two of us engaged in a bit of idle chit-chat.
"Do you know why I stopped you," he quizzed.
I shook my head.
"Your plate isn't legal."
It was not only "unregistered" but made out of plain old cardboard.
It was just a prop crafted by set dressing!
Then, things turned for the worse when he asked for my license.
Oh, my gosh!
Because I was in wardrobe, I didn't have my wallet in my possession.
Boy, was I up sh** creek without a paddle!
Finally, once our hired gun met up with old chippie, a pact was struck.
Both agreed that the production company should resolve the tangled legal issues the pickle thrust me in.
I expect there must have been a healthy contribution to the Officer's club, eh?
Bottom line, I learned an important lesson that day.
Never believe what an independent director or his fly-by-night rinky-dink outfit tell 'ya.
Always cover your a**!
Although I didn't end up catching Michael Moore's documentary "SiCKO" - a searing expose on the slip-shod way Hospitals are run - what I witnessed today at the UCLA "ER" room signalled to me something is definitely amiss in the Health care industry.
I accompanied a friend who was complaining of a specific ailment to the Ronald Reagan Medical Building so appropriate tests could be taken to determine the seriousness of his worsening medical condition.
Without much of a wait (kudos for that small mercy, at least) he was ushered into a small "fast-track" cubby-hole-sized room quickly enough, but what transpired after the initial admission to the "ER" shocks the sensibilities a tad!
After informing the attending physician Eric Snyder (who relayed the info on to PHCP Ashwin Ramakrishnan MD) of his desire to have a blood test performed to verify if he had contracted a disease which might account for why he was feeling down-on-the-weather, the doc - obviously wet behind the ears - proceeded to have a nurse draw numerous tubes of blood (in what was referred to as a "rainbow" range) for testing at the facility.
While my friend was waiting for the results from the lab, an unidentified woman in plain clothes stepped into his room unannounced, and asked if she could use an empty armchair that was part of the furnishings in his room.
Can you imagine?
The lady, who was not an employee of the Hospital - who, it turns out, was there to hold the hand of friend - was able to waltz in his room on a whim!
Obviously, the hospital staff were not monitoring the wing, or she would not have been able to barge in on my sick friend and intrude on his privacy without notice or permission.
But, the problems did not end there.
After about four hours - during which time my friend basically twiddled his thumbs - a male nurse strode in with a few tablets the doctor alleged would resolve the problem - based on the ailments complained of.
Notwithstanding, he was flabbergasted to learn that the test he specifically requested (which was the sole purpose for the trip to the out-patient facility) wasn't even conducted.
And, I have my suspicions as to why the doctor deceitfully avoided the test.
Had the test results come back positive, it would have been detrimental to the hospitals' best interests.
In my mind's eye, the suspect conduct of the doctor was underscored when a copy of the tests results he requested (and was told would be forthcoming) were not included later at the time of discharge.
In fact, my friend had to ask a second time for the results to be printed up and handed off to him for his records.
Either the doctor was just an incompetent boob and forgot to follow through on the request - or, in the alternative - deliberately sought to withhold the incriminating evidence.
At this juncture, my friend was quite irate.
If he knew the doctor was not going to submit a blood sample for the test in question, he would have gone elsewhere, instead of wasting his time at UCLA emergency for over 5 hours and pumping undeserved $$$ into their coffers!
But, the capper - to me, anyway - was when the nurse waltzed into the room and began discussing intimate confidential details about my friend's medical condition in a loud voice that carried well.
When my friend stepped out of the room at the time of discharge and discovered that the Hospital staff had seated patients (and their friends) in a small hall just outside of his open door, he was livid.
"Obviously, the strangers in the hall were within earshot of our conversation, and undoubtedly, heard all the confidential aspects of my medical condition," he wailed to me later.
In the future, I trust my friend will seek out a facility elsewhere where the medical practitioners are more sensitive to patients and the inalienable right to privacy.
I say, avoid UCLA emergency like a plague.
was chosen from the other side
Collection of Poems
It boggles the mind to read those news reports filtering in about an "out-house" on the property of celebrated "poet" Bob Dylan that is causing quite a stink in Malibu!
According to the folk hero's disgruntled neighbors in Point Dume, a prevailing sea breeze off the coast carries a foul-smelling odor from a port-a-pottie on Dylan's sprawling estate straight into the comfy confines of residents' swank homes.
In spite of the fact complaints have been lodged with the musician (which were duly turned over to his legal counsel, in New York, of all places) and he has been duly informed that neighbors have become faint and sick to their stomachs over the noxious fumes incessantly wafting their way, the man known for his songs about truth and justice has looked the other way.
The offending sh** house is apparently used by Dylan's employees when they have to drop a load.
City inspectors charged with the task of investigating the complaints were turned away by security at the "otherwise" upscale compound and duly informed on that occasion that the aging once-feisty musical upstart planned to sue the city.
I shook my head in disbelief when I learned that the offending structure was originally cited by the City for code violations when it was first erected.
Allegedly, Dylan ignored a requirement that the free-standing "john" be accessible to the handicapped.
The maverick's response?
In a deceitful pig-headed attempt to bypass that regulation, Dylan actually penned a note to City officials in which he had the audacity to promise that he would avoid that little oversight in the building code by "never hiring any handicapped persons" in the future.
What a twisted piece of work!
The stuff he's been smoking over the years has obviously turned his brain into mush!
Imagine that, a folk singer who wailed about Civil Rights during the sixties and built his name and reputation (and great fortune, I might add) on truth, justice, and the American Way, can't fathom the obvious.
He's not only infringing on the rights of others, but using his clout and big bucks, to raise himself to a lofty perch where he surmises he doesn't have to abide by the law of the land or even acknowledge his social responsibility to others.
Bottom line, Bob Dylan is a hypocrite and a phony!
I say, burn the dude's lyrics and his CD's; after all, the ideals expressed in 'em are nothing but pure fantasy at this juncture.
Or, at a minimum, let's at least rewrite a handful of his popular musings.
Here, I've taken a shot at it!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Dancing with the stars...@ Grove Tuesday March 17th! Mark Ballas & Derek Hough perform! Free admission!
"Dancing with the stars" is busting right out of the old boob tube, isn't it?
When was the last big dance craze, anyway?
Well, there was one decades ago amidst another financial crisis - and one during prohibition - if I recall correctly.
Just maybe, when times get tough - the courageous get creative - and dance those blues away!
Some, go a step farther, and provide an inviting setting to allow those fantasies to unfold and become a dazzling reality.
Over on Santa Monica Boulevard at the erotic nerve center of gay gulch, for instance, a spanking new dance studio has opened to the delight of enthusiastic trotters.
On occasion, I take a gander through the big picture window as I am strolling by.
You know what?
I get inspired just watching all those energetic young beauties from this neighborhood and beyond, two-stepping the hours away with their attentive go-for-bust dance partners in tow.
The Grove has been fast on the up-take, too.
Tomorrow night at 8 pm, for example, TV's Dancing with the Stars - Mark Ballas and Derek Hough - have been tapped to perform LIVE in concert with the Ballas Hough band at the picturesque park-like setting in the square.
Dance a step or two, or just sit back in front of the main stage, where professionals will strut their stuff just for you!
Robert Pattinson (Twilight)...tough to have sex doggie-style with straight dude! Scene depicts Salador Dali tryst...
When two gay dudes hook up, and jump into the sack, they generally get the semantics down right-off-the-bat so-to-speak.
The bedside chat may be inclined to drift along these lines.
"So, are you a top or a bottom," studly College quarterback Chet rasps.
"I'm versatile," quips the hairdresser from Greenwich Village.
Then, they go at it.
Yeah, the ball-playing hunk ends up on his back with his legs up in the air!
With that in mind, it's obvious why a dilemma occurred on the set of "Little Ashes" when Robert Pattinson and Javier Beltran took a stab at a homoerotic soft porn love scene!
This couple of straight dudes couldn't fathom their butts - from their little doggies - in the worst way.
In fact, Pattison whined to a GQ editor that the extremely hard-core sex scenes were not a regular old piece of - um - cake.
"The hardest part was trying to do it doggie-style."
"Because we’re both straight, what we were doing seemed kind of ridiculous."
Well, at least we know the Twilight star can suck!
According to the sexy heartthrob, the shoot was downright humiliating.
"The Spanish electricians were giggling to themselves," he recalled with disdain.
Obviously it was a joke to 'em because - as everyone knows - most Latino-types are basically bisexual.
Well, in Los Angeles, anyway.
From the get-go their ready to whip it out, falls on their knees (do it doggie, donkey, or kitten style) - without any qualms.
Set in Madrid in 1922, "Little Ashes" recalls the boisterous tale of young Salvador Dali (played by Pattison) who meets film maker Luis Bunuel (Matthew McNulty) and writer Federico Garcia Lorca (Javier Beltrán) at university.
The rest is all Homo 101 if my memory serves me well!
Dali Self Portrait
President Barack Obama...to speak in downtown Los Angeles. Free tickets available by virtue of an online lotto!
Guess who's coming to town?
Well, to a Town Hall meeting, to be more precise.
Nope, not Santa Clause. But, close to it.
Stimulus man, President Barack Obama (known to dedicated followers as "the great one"), is slated to grace "we the people" with his presence in our bustling metropolis later this week.
The celebrated speaking engagement begins precisely at 1 p.m. on Thursday March 19th at the Miguel Contrera Learning Complex which is situated at 322 Lucas Avenue in Los Angeles.
Although the high-profile meet 'n greet is free, tickets are required to gain entrance into the much-anticipated event.
A limited number of tickets are currently available through an online lottery until noon on March 17th (tomorrow).
Visit whitehouse.gov/latownhall to access the lottery registration form!
See 'ya there!
Just another snow job, do 'ya think?
"The new Messiah in Washington hasn't managed to accomplish much in sixty."
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Imagine the ball** thrill of it - a "Madmaxathon" - spotlighting three of actor Mel Gibson's action-adventure features.
The select Mad Max films (including the Road Warrior) will be screened as a triple feature on Friday & Saturday next weekend (March 20th & 21st respectively) at the New Beverly Cinema.
The curtain goes down at 8 PM!
George Miller who directed the first three Mad Max films, let it slip to MTV in an upbeat revealing interview that a spanking new sequel to the Mad Max film franchise is in the works.
The much-anticipated action-adventure will be a 3-D animated piece.
Surprisingly, Miller noted that he intended to shake things up when it came to casting.
"We'll probably go a different route," he confessed slyly.
What, no Mel Gibson?
Miller also caused a few jaws to drop when he mused that the upcoming Max sequel would be in the Japanese anime style.
"I've always loved anime and in particular the Japanese sensibility," the articulate auteur ventured.
"It's something I've always wanted to do."
Filmmakers in Japan began tapping the potential of anime around the turn of the century after a foray into animation techniques being explored in Russia, France, Germany triggered an innovative surge forward beyond the known perimeters.
A two minute clip of a samurai experimenting with a sword is the oldest known form of anime onscreen (1917).
By the 1930s, animation became an alternative format for storytelling in Japan.
Then, was propelled forward into the mainstream for a number of practical reasons.
For example, because there was a scarcity of western-looking actors, directors found it difficult to shoot films set in European or American locales.
Therefore, imaginative filmmakers with talent and vision - seized on animation and its creative flexibility - to conjure up a myriad of characters and settings beyond their reach pre-anime.
In the 1960's, director Osamu Tezuka boldly stepped out of the box, when he displayed an uncanny ability to adapt and simplify Disney animation techniques, in order to reduce the costs and number of frames in his own productions.
In fact, Tezuka thoroughly mined the exciting uncharted landscape - and ultimately - ended up inspiring a multitude of characteristics that are fundamental elements of the nifty art form today.
Fans and contemporaries consequently refer to the genius as the "God of Manga".
In a nutshell, Manga refers to Japanese graphics, typically intended for adults, which are characterized by highly stylized art.
Meanwhile, Mel Gibson - ever active in the film industry - has signed on to inhabit the lead role in a film adaptation of the classic BBC drama series "Edge of Darkness".
Madmaxathon info: http://www.newbevcinema.com/
See 'ya there!
The verly (unto you I say) Cinema
MRI scans...pending class-action lawsuit! Contrast agent gadolinium causes Neprhrogenic systemic fibrosis & death...
Magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) or nuclear magnetic resonance imaging (NMRI) is primarily a technique used in radiology to visualize the internal structure and function of the body.
An MRI scan provides much greater contrast between various soft tissues in the body than others such as computed tomography (CT).
For this reason, medical professionals find an MRI scan particularly useful in neurological (brain), musculoskeletal cardiovascular and oncological (cancer) imaging.
The MRI does not facilitate ionizing radiation; instead, it uses a powerful magnetic field to align the nuclear magnetization of hydrogen atoms in water in the body.
Radiofrequency fields, according to my sources, are used to systematically alter the alignment of this magnetization which cause the hydrogen nuclei to produce a rotating magnetic field detectable by the scanner.
This signal can be manipulated by additional magnetic fields to build up enough information to construct an image of the body.
During some MRI scans (and all MRA scans) a gadolinium-based contrast agent is injected into the patient's vein so blood vessels can be distinguished from other nearby tissues.
Lawyers and research staff studying the effects of the gadolinium-based contrast agent on the human body have informed me that the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) issued two Public Health Advisories about a new skin disorder known as Nephrogenic Systemic Fibrosis or Nephrogenic Fibrosing Dermotherapy (NSF/NFD) which may develop in the event a patient ingested the agent for an MRI scan.
The disease is debilitating and may cause death.
Some of the symptoms include red or dark patches and/or a woody feeling on the skin, contracting and locking joints, skin lesions, and yellow papules ( or plaques) on or near the eyes.
At the current time, NSF/NFD is believed to develop over a period of days to several weeks.
Patients with NSF/NFD describe swelling and tightening of the skin, usually limited to the extremities, but sometimes involving the trunk.
In many cases, the skin thickening inhibits the flexion and extension of joints, resulting in contractures.
Severely affected patients may be unable to walk, or fully extend the joints of their arms, hands, legs, and feet.
Complaints of muscle weakness are common.
Other organs might be affected, including the lungs, liver, muscles, and heart.
About 5 percent of patients have very rapid and progressive disease development and some patients may die.
What is NSF/NFD?
Neprhrogenic systemic fibrosis (NSF) / Nephrogenic Fibrosing Dermopathy (NFD) is an emerging systemic disorder characterized by widespread tissue fibrosis.
NFS/NFD was not known to the medical community before March 1997 and some medical authors suggest that the sudden occurrence of the disease in the last 8 years makes it likely that a new agent or technique of examination causes it.
Currently, there is no effective treatment available for NSF/NFD.
Based on recent research, NSF/NFD occurs only in patients with advanced or in end stage kidney disease and is strongly related to the use of gadolinium dyes for MRI scans.
At this time, there are no known cases of NSF/NFD in patients with normal kidney function.
Currently, little is known about NSF/NFD.
However, due to recent studies, the association is so strong that both the FDA and the company that makes gadodiamide have sent out warnings about the use of gadolinum-containing contrast in patients with advanced kidney disease.
In view of the foregoing, a class-action lawsuit may be filed in the near future on behalf of the patients who have been stricken by the disorder, with the ultimate aim of recovering compensation for damages.
If you're Irish, or just have smiling eyes and like to kick up your heels and party hearty, then don a sparkly bowler (preferably with a shamrock and a leprechaun on its face) and then head out to the Farmer's Market this afternoon (March 15th) between 3 - 7 PM.
After all, the Grove will be showcasing authentic Irish Music and lively jigs featuring traditional Irish Dancers in celebration of upcoming St. Patrick's Day.
Back by popular demand!
Then, later in the week on March 17th, why not pop into Molly Mallone's where the historic pub is touting a festive day of delicious food, music, and good cheer.
Yup, why not guzzle down a pint or two of green beer!
If you're an early starter (and need a spot of the eye of the dog that bit you to get over the hang-over blues) then catch Bagpiper Thomas Allen at 1 p.m.
The Celtic Divas will stir up the joint at 2 o'clock, to follow with thoroughly entertaining spontaneous performances by the rousing Regulars (3:15 PM), in addition to Slugger O'Toole (6 PM), Headbone (8:15 PM), I-94 (9:30 PM), and - last but not least - the Dirges who close out the Irish blow-out at 11 o'clock.
By the by, Molly Mallone's was one of the first city taverns to re-open after a long ale-drinking drought during Prohibition.
The warm neighborhood feel of Molly's turned the Irish Pub into a mainstay which has occupied a tender place in the hearts of locals over the years.
Molly's specializes in traditional Celtic and contemporary folk sounds, but also allows for dalliances in the rock and blues genres, too.
Neil Boyle's portraits which single out Molly regulars over a thirty-year time span are hung prominently about the cozy interior to the delight of pub-crawlers.
During the lunch-hour the staff serve up tasty Irish pub grub such as fish-and-chips, burgers and corned beef.
See 'ya there!