Saturday, November 14, 2009

24 Hour Fitness...sports erection social hub! Perk up those pecs in WeHo...




After being a bit of a couch potato for the past few months, I renewed my gym membership at 24 Fitness.

Actually, the WeHo work-out hot spot, is engaging in a little false advertising.

The gym is not open twenty-four hours a day at this location.

Allegedly, the City Council was concerned that if the club was open throughout the night in gay gulch, that there would be a lot of sweaty-action going down in the steam room nightly, and endless cruising annoying residents in the upscale neighborhood adjacent to Beverly Hills.

So, the business license was granted with the provisio that the hours be shortened to avoid a trashy scandalous fall-out.

Over the years, the gym has gone through a number of incarnations.

When I first sauntered into WeHo way back in the late seventies, the Beverly Hills Health Club occupied the premises.

Locals may recall that during the week there quite a few fat jewish men frequented the unassuming membership-only club where they sought out a soothing massage and a healthy glow from the intense mid-day sun.

Then, the club changed hands a few times, before it became one of the flagships of the burgeoning 24 Hour Fitness chain.

During the Sports Connection phase - the locals affectinately dubbed the hot-to-trot work-out spot the "Sports Erection" - for obvious reasons.

For a short while, the Athletic Club (situated a few doors down the street) gave the thriving gym a run for their money.

However, when owner Peter Siderious skipped town - and left a trail of litigation behind him - it was back to business as usual (sans competition).

The eyesore has stood empty (a blight on the strip for a decade or so) since the uppity Queen left in a huff one day for parts unknown.

Hell hath no fury like a Queen scorned, eh?

24 Hour Fitness is a pretty safe bet when it comes to gyms, especially if you're not inclined to mortgage the family farm,  or put up your 1st child for security to get a decent work-out.

This past week, I signed up for a membership plan online with little fuss sor muss, for the paltry sum of $26.00 monthly (on a no-frills month-to-month contract).

A 1st and last payment on my credit card got me in the door that day!

In contrast, Gold's Gym is probably the worst bet, when you consider that once management gains access to your bank account they continue to debit fees long after you discontinued your membership!

There is a lot of snootniess and attitude in those environs, too.

After all, the high-tech decor (consisting of a smorgasboard of sensory delights) is geared towards pure ubiquitous vanity.

No wonder actors, models, and male escorts throng there.

Bally's (especially the outlet in Hollywood) is a low-class alternative off the trendy richter scale.

Apply for a pass to check out the locale first before you invest big bucks here.

For the most part, the clientele is sleazy, the staff poor trained, and the equipment out-of-date (or broken).

One of the best amenities at 24 Hour fitness is the large pool where many of the locals catch a few rays on the weekend amid a lot of splashy fanfare.

Dudes, there's also a lot of eye candy to take a gander at if you're footloose and fancy free, and - of course - on the make.

In addition, the steam room (though cruisy) is a great place to settle down, relax, and release the day's tensions with quiet unassuming ease.

OMG!

It's that time to perk up the pecs once again!

See 'ya there!



Sport a sexy swimsuit like this in no time at all!


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Friday, November 13, 2009

Chelsea Handler...bi**ch fight with Paris! No class dish-water blond...




Skanky, baby!




In a recent interview Chelsea Handler - of  E! Entertainment infamy - hissed that celebrities were dumb plain and simple because they didn't know she said bad things about them.

Ms. Handler appears to be under the mistaken impression that the sun rises and sets on her ugly mug!

Not!

According to the dizzy dish-water blond - Paris Hilton, in particular - has taken leave of  her senses.

"She comes up to me and tells me how much she loves my show," the B-list talk-show hostess chided with a grimmace on her tarted-up face, in a one-on-one interview with Style Magazine.

"And,  I'm like, uou can't love my show if you can hear."

Meow!

Just betcha, not one nasty quip slipped by the intelligent young heiress, from the get-go.

Instead of  flying into a rage and instigating a bit"" fight, though, Paris chose to take the high road instead.

Indeed!

When Hilton offered up the compliment on a silver platter, it was obviously her intention to smother Handler with kindness.

When push came to shove, the lady showed a little class - unlike the green-eyed monster - 'ya  know?

Notwithstanding, according to Joan Rivers, Chelsea is simply "not funny".

Ouch!



The last laugh

Lou Dobbs...front page news on La Opinion! Celebratory mood in little Mexico...








Yesterday afternoon,  I posted a report on an alleged decision by broadcast journalist Lou Dobbs to resign from his job at CNN.

Post: 11/12/09

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2009/11/lou-dobbsgets-axed-free-speech-dies-cnn.html

Of course, there has been widespread speculation in the wake of my own musings on the fallout at CNN, that the irrascible anchor opened his yap one too-many times on controvesial hot-bed issues such as illegal immigrantion and was given the boot (resignation not voluntary) to appease a few rabble-rousers with clout (advertisers?).

If so, Dobb's sudden departure in that scenario, signals the death of "Free Speech" at the fourth network.

In the wake of my own musings, much ink has spilled overnight in dailies around the country in respect to the issues.

Curiously, when I spied the Los Angeles Times and La Opinion side by side on the newstand at the crack of dawn today. it didn't escape my keen eye that La Opinion featured a front page headline-grabbing feature on Lou Dobb's demise.

In contrast, the Los Angeles Times (whch also publlishes La Opinion) didn't utter one peep on their cover page.

Why?

Read between the lines, dude!

In view of the fact Dobbs was quite vocal about illegal immigrant in these parts for the past year or so - the fact he was "canned" is not only newsworthy to La Opinion readers (and the Laino community-at-large) - but cause for dancing in the streets.

Ole!

He got his just desserts, eh?

But, there may be cause for concern, too.

If you're familiar with one old saying, you'll catch my drift.

A wise old sage once said:

"Keep your friends near.
 But, keep your enemies closer."

At least when Dobbs was perched on his pulpit preaching about the invasion of illegals on these shores, the Mexican community could keep taps on the movement daily and spring into action to head 'em off at the pass, when necessary.

Now, Latino activists will be in the dark and clueless!

Until ICE breaks down their front door, that is.






Dictionary Definition(s)

o·lé (ō-lā')

interj. Used to express excited approval.

n. A cry of "olé."

[Spanish, perhaps from Arabic wa-llāh, by God! (used as an expression of admiration) : wa-, and; see w in Semitic roots + allāh, God; see Allah.]

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Lou Dobbs...gets axed! Free speech dies @ CNN...





The suits gave Lou Dobbs the big squeeze in recent days - and basically - forced his hand.

Although one of the morning dailies reported that Dobbs resigned of his own accord, in order to pursue other opportunities, insiders allege that the controversial talk-show host was given a hefty push out the revolving door.

Reports that Jon Klein (President & CEO @ CNN) acted  in Dobb's best interest when he released him from his contract didn't pass the smell test with me.

In recent days, it didn't escape anyone's attention that Dobbs drew fire from various quarters for his - at times controversial stance on immigrant issues - and a tendency to go overboard a tad when it came to a whole raft of eye-brow raising conspiracies he alleged were underfoot and chipping away at the very foundations of this great country..

Even still, in a democratic society, a man has every right to speak his mind - and expound on his thoughts - no matter how unpopular the views.

Dobbs has remained confident and optimistic about his future in spite of the fact he got the heave-ho from a major network with a powerful soap box the envy of any upstart activist or budding pundit in-the-making.

"Over the past six months it's been increasingly clear that strong winds of change have begun buffetting this country and affecting all of us. And some leaders in the media, politics, and business have been urging me to go beyond my role here at CNN."

Is Dobbs heading for the political arena to give Sarah Palin a run for her money in the next election?

God willing, maybe.

Bottom line? 

He'll  lose.

My advice?

Start a blog, Mr. Dobbs.

And, expand on the issues you raised at CNN, which need closure.

In a matter of time, just betcha, you'll boast a gang of supporters & a bevy of advertisers cheering 'ya on.

That Nobel Prize is within your grasp if you just mention a goal or two you're inclined to pursue.

Not necessary to follow thru, Sir, just look to Barack Obama for clues.

The past six months I have taken on my own crusade, of sorts.

During the election, and in the first days of the Barack Obama presidency, it was quite obvious to me that there was a growing wave of hatred being levelled against white Anglo Saxons in this country (wrinkly old white men, in particular).

And, I witnessed a definite double-standard, too.

For example, it was quite alright for an African-American or Latino immigrant to openly complain about caucasians in social and political settings around the country.

But, if a white person uttered one negative word about a black or Latino they were labelled a racist.

So, I took a stand.

Every time I encounter a black person or Latino engaging in conduct which I feel is racist, I write about it - shout if out from the rooftops -  if necessary.

Once the playing field is level (they shut up) then - and only then - can we heal as a Nation.

And, subsequently, move on!

Good luck to 'ya, Lou!

Amen.







Fantastic Mr. Fox...Wes Anderson's animated feature charming family entertainment! Clooney & Streep lend voices...





If you're gearing up for a movie this weekend with the family and not inclined to catch the "Christmas Carol" just yet (after all, the yuletide season is a bi far off)  you may consider slapping down a few bucks for a top-notch animated feature that opens Nationwide this week:

"Fantastic Mr. Fox"

The project was directed by Wes Anderson and is a beautifully-crafted animated tale about a family of foxes which was adapted from Roald Dahl's best-selling children's book of the same title.

At a screening last week, Anderson was on hand to discuss his creative process, which I reported on.

Post: 11/04/09

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2009/11/fantastic-mr-foxwes-anderson-jason.html

Dahl was known for penning "Charlie & the Chocolate Factor".

Unlike most films with animation, the special effects utilized here (stop action motion) render a 3-D quality so much more appealing to the eye than normally-flat cartoons like the ones broadcast on the idiot box during the children's hour on the weekends.

"Stop motion" is an animation technique which magically makes a physically manipulated object appear to move on its own.

The object(s) are moved in small increments between individually photographed frames, and thus, create the the illusion of movement when the series of frames is played as a continuous sequence.

Clay figures are often used in stop motion because they are easy to re-position during the creative process.

Stop motion techniques are traced back to two turn-of-the-century filmmakers Albert E. Smith and J. Stuart Blackton.

In 1898 they created and produced - The Humpty Dumpty Circus" - which was a film about a toy circus of acrobats and animals that come to life.

Instead of looking like flat cartoon images,  the characters appeared to be dressed up in puppet outfits and 3-D in scope.

As is the case with Anderson's "Fantastic Mr. Fox".

By the way, in addition to securing the blessings of  Mrs. Dahl, the quirky director also managed to land the remarkable talents of George Clooney, Meryl Street, and Bill Muarray to head up the  lead voice-over roles.

What a coup!

Fantastic Mr. Fox is not just for the kids because parents will get a hoot out of the Fox Film release, too.

Check your local listings!




Hotels Combined...better room rates than Expedia or Orbitz!



Generally, when I am dashing off  last-minute for a jaunt somewhere and I intend to book a cheap room, I surf over to Expedia or Orbitz to catch a "sale".

Expedia tends to be the best deal when push comes to shove (with Orbita a close second).

Turns out that a cheaper room rate can be rustled up at my very own website!

A few months ago, for instance, I happened to be checking the site for one of my own advertisers - Hotels Combined - when I stumbled across a nightly rate a few dollars less than those offered up by the competition.

And, get this, Hotels Combined doesn't charge the "taxes" and "surcharges" that the other two leaders in the Hotel and Accomodation industry tend to!

Surf by and check it out next time you're booking a trip, eh?




Los Angeles Times...Viggo Mortensen appears @ "Road" screening! Envelope staff screw up! Film bombs...





Viggo Mortensen wowed ticket-holders at the Landmark Theatre with his charismatic presence, Los Angeles Times staff dropped the ball, and - "The Road" - fizzled out on screen (a dud).

And, as the night wore on, the comedy of errors (if you can imagine it) turned from bad to worse!

For example, the highly-anticipated screening of the film adaptation of Cormac McCarthy's best-selling book - "The Road" (starring popular Viggo Mortensen and talented Charleze Theron) - ended up falling flat due to a poorly-conceived script that didn't translate well to the celluloid medium.

In fact, the road less travelled, should not have been taken.

When both the director and producer noted that their first undertaking prior to filming was to locate a "shopping cart" in keeping with the film's underlying theme of the "homeless", it was obvious from the get-go that their priorties were out-of-whack

Likewise, the decision to treat the earth as a chacter in the film, was an ambitious idea that simply didn't gell.

"The Road", in the final analysis, was one big yawn!

A two-hour downer about a man and his son (Kodi Smit-McPhee) wandering aimlessly about barren terrain in the wake of an apocalyptic disaster does not an entertaining (or thought-provoking) film make.

Not in this instant case, even if a touch of the macabre (cannabilism) is tossed in for sensational effect, and to rustle up ticket sales.

Notwithstanding, it should be noted that when horrific images of bloody body parts spewed across the wide screen in one gorey segment, a couple of movie fans in my aisle quickly jumped up from their comfy seats and stormed out of the theatre in disgust.

Although Viggo struggled valiantly to overcome the inherent challenges of such an ambitious project, he was unable to nab it.

In fact, the Viggo portrayal was just a shallow facet of a dozen-or-so other characters he has tackled on screen with great vigor and enthusiasm over the past decade or so.

In a surprise cameo, Robert Duvall appeared as a crusty old-timer and managed to light up the screen for a second or two, in a  role also reminiscent of past characterizations.

Speaking of money, the producer's humorous recollections about their budget woes - and how they were unltimately resolved - were a hoot.

For example, because of financial constraints, the production company was forced to seek out states where  locales would not only be suitable for the distinctive exterior shots in the apolcalyptic vein, but trigger  rubber-stamped tax rebates by anxious local officials.

"We tried to remain true to the author's voice," the director blurted out at one point to the rapt audience.

"The terrain was like a gaping wound," Viggo noted in an almost inaudible whisper when the discussion turned to motivaion.

"It was bleeding all around," he recalled as an afterthought.

To catch the feel of it, the production company shot on location in the Mt. St. Helen's region, Louisiana ( in the still-ailing Katrina-torn countryside) and Pennsylvania (where abandoned freeways and silent steel mills evoked a desperate desolate mood).

By the way, the actor who played Viggo's young son in the "Road" turned in a stellar performance.

Casting that role was not a simple task, however.

The director conducted extensive auditions around the country before he discovered the lad who hails from Australia.

Unfortunately, the night's festivities were aggravated by the fact that the staff on duty at the Landmark Theatre in West Los Angeles weren't on the ball.

Consequently, a couple of ugly moments surfaced, which resulted in a few bruised feelings.

For instance, theatre-goers who waited patiently in the wings on the second floor to check in at  6 p.m. (in keeping with a procedure established by theatre staff at screenings earlier in the week) were informed last-minute that they needed to queue up in a line that had already formed downstairs. 

Because of the incompetence - and lack of professionalism on the part of the employees - ticket-holders who should have been at the front of the line found themselves at the end of it instead (and scrounging around for seats just before the lights went down).

Worse than that, Guild members who were there to view the movie so they could vote on it in the upcoming Awards competition, were left in a tizzy alongside folks who showed up last-minute to crash the party (which didn't sit too well with A-list crowd).

Because the film was specifically being screened to court their votes, Guild members should have been given priority seating in advance without hesitation. 

But, staff from the Los Angeles Times and the Landmark Theatre screwed up!

Also, one member of management (working for either the Los Angeles Times or the Landmark Theatre) exercised very bad judgment when they instructed the projectionist to start screening the film in spite of the fact about twenty-five guests had not been seated yet!

During the cruciail start-up scenes of the movie, these disgruntled guests were forced to stumble around in the dark in search of their "assigned" seats without any ushers (or light) to assist them.

Consequently, they unwittingly annoyed seated guests who were trying to catch snippets of  a voice-over narrative which was facilitated to introduce the plotline of "The Road" to the audience.

Yikes

That dude should have been strung up by the ba**s (or by the ti**ies if it was a woman who was responsible for the slip-up).

Don't 'ya think?

And, moi?

I'm considering viewing DVD screeners at home in the future to avoid being herded around like a head of cattle!




Viggo in "Eastern Promises"
(hated it!)


Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The Little Frog...a delightful spirit film clip! Director Rob Fried scored big here...





When a short animated feature "The Little Frog" leapt out of my Yahoo e-mail box a couple of days ago, a wide warm smile erupted across my face.

For some inexplicable reason, I was down in the dumps that morning.

But, when I clicked on the link and was transported to an amusing filmcard at the spiritclip.com site, my mood was lifted up by the hilarious goings-on at the local frog pond.

Check it out:


By the way, on a small parcel of property I own up North,  I  have a posse of  frogs leaping to-and-fro in a fresh-water stream.

I am often lulled into dreamland at night by their hypnotic night serenading ( in spite of the fact one neighbour complained on a jaunt by my back-forty one day that my frogs made to much noise).  

Imagine that!

The idea for spiritClips was the brainchild of Rob Fried who is an academy-award-winning director with celebrated films like "Rudy" under his belt (you probably took note of that when your surfed over to the nifty web site, eh?)

What is a filmcard?

According to Fried and his dedicated team of creative folks, a filmcard is better than an ecard.

Natch!

With one click, the recipient is treated to a beautiful card with a personalized message - and visuals in the form of a myriad of personalized animated shorts - to be entertained (and touched) by.

Because filmcards are streamed from the spirit clip web site, no time is wasted downloading.

Filmcards are truly amazing.

I know, I was gifted with one last week, that is a precious keepsake now!

About SpiritClips

An unprecedented alternative to traditional e-card sites, SpiritClips offers high-caliber giftcards that are beautifully crafted for a very special person in your life.

The company's mission is to create inspirational content that can be watched, felt, and shared worldwide.

I believe they have accomplished that goal.

Every SpiritClips film is created with the same craftsmanship and commitment to quality as a theatrically-released film and can be viewed in an ad-free subscription-based environment at SpiritClips.com.

Become a member for as little as $3.00 a month!

Once your creative well is up and pumping, staff at the site encourage members to share their comments and inspirational stories for posterity.

SpiritClips.com is based in Los Angeles in the heart of the thriving dream factory known as Hollywood,

Info:  http://www.spiritclips.com






Los Angeles Times...Envelope screening of District 9 at hit! Q & A with filmmakers entertaining




Last night was a big night for "The Envelope" - a publication established four years ago by the Los Angeles Times - to focus solely on all the Oscar hoopla when it ceremoniously arrives on our doorstep at the end of each film year.

Although "The Envelope" is a mainstay insert throughout the year (with a slim version featured each week) the 1st full-scale edition for the 2009 Oscar Awards will be unveiled this coming Thursday (collector's bill-of-fare?).

The Landmark Theatre screening turned out to be a bit of a coup for the publishers, too.

After all, in addition to wowing audiences with a screening of  "Fantastic Mr. Fox" a couple of days ago (and treating film buffs to an enteraining Q & A session with gifted director Wes Anderson (with actor Jason Schwartzman in tow. Story link below)  the aggressive team downtown managed to squeeze in a preview of  the highly-touted Sci-Fi thriller "District 9".

Post: 11/04/09

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2009/11/fantastic-mr-foxwes-anderson-jason.html

The handsome creative team (director Neill Blomkamp & screenwriter-wife Terri Tatchell)  were on hand to respond to questions at the end of the credits much to the delight of die-hard fans.

But, there was a lot of excitement in the plush Theatre surroundings before that highlight moment arrived.

Theatre-goers were taken by surprise when they found themselves being filmed for a "streaming video" that the LA Times staff were capturing in real time to feed back to their highly-rated (ever-expanding) web portal.

Yes, once-crusty old newsmen - who used to hammer out features on old stand-up Remingtons or IBM typewriters - are now blossoming online in the technologically-advanced era of  laptops, computer-speak, and muti-rich media.

At heady events like those ushered into the local cinema last eve, journalists rubbed shoulders with the power elite who tirelessly oil the Hollywood dream factory day-in and day-out (a far-cry from  reporting off-the-cuff on the sidelines of the industry while holed-up in a stuffy office somewhere).

There may be a danger in that, though.

When there is too much stardust in the eyes, it is wholly possible that even the movers and shakers at a powerful media hub, are likely to be too blinded by all the razzle-dazzle (unduly influenced) for their own good sake.

Surely you will concur that the question of ethics in journalism is bound to rear its ugly head in the event a media outlet intentionally jumps into bed with a sponsor (or the subject of a profile or feature story).

Ah, dashed hopes and good intentions!

We'll see.

Robert Horn, a columnist at the paper who pens articles on film and the industry in general, fielded a number of insightful questions the filmmakers way which rustled up a lot of useful fodder.

For this fly-on-the-wall outfit, at least!

Yes, I ventured into enemy territory (the competition?), half-expecting a dollop or two of flack (or at least a nasty sideways-glance or two).

But, guess what?

I was welcomed into the fold with open arms instead!

In sum, all things considered (and in view of the voluminous number of credits that crawled aross the screen for twenty minutes or so at the conclusion of the film) the well-received thriller (with a sinister plot twist Sci-Fi fans will gleefully mull over) appears to have been quite the collaborative effort.

The husband and wife team were the major creative forces behind the $30 million Tri-Star release, though.

Some industry-insiders may recall that Blomkamp was in the throes of directing the big-budget studio offering "Halo" (with Peter Jackson of "Lord of the Rings" fame at the helm) when it was axed just six months into production.


No shrinking violet, or one to bow to defeat, the likable dude bounced back with the "District 9" script after the "Halo" studio suits took note of his potential.

"District" was on the shelf for a dozen years or so before the opportunity surfaced to develop it into a full-fledged studio release.

Originally, the fantasy yarn set in the far-off future, was a short insightful film titled  “Alive in Jo’burg".

In the words of director Blomkamp:

"Jo’burg was purely messing around on an artistic level. So, I was aware of the fact that I had worked on it like a piece of artwork and shelved it. Never once did it occur to me that I was doing it to try and make a feature film out of it. I don’t even know why that didn’t occur to me at the time. It just didn’t. So I put it on a shelf.”

The Chicago Times reported as follows:

“District 9” is easily one of the most daring, inventive, and original films of the year, a thrill ride through a talented new filmmaker’s unique vision of an alternate universe where the aliens haven’t just landed, they’ve been here for years."

The film opens with news reel footage twenty years into the future.

Blomkamp revealed to the Chicago Times writer that he purposefully left a lot of unanswered questions about the aliens including where they came from, why they’re stranded here, and even the name of their species.

For me, this was the most troubling part of the film, because it was sloppy (didn't make any logical sense at times) and poorly executed.

In spite of these flaws in reasoning, Blomkamp insisted:

"The back story for [the aliens] was worked out. Going forward, what happens next, I don’t know. I have no idea. But, going backwards I do know.”

One of the actors - a childhood friend (Sharlto Copley) - was a revelation in an interview that was conducted elsewhere on the media trail.

Copley disclosed that all of his dialogue was improvised, for instance.

“There’s a script but Neil works within a structure,” noted Copley.

”This is what needs to happen in the scene - go there, evict the guy, pull the guy outside, go inside and see the computers.”

"And then,  I’ll work with Jason and improvise and keep throwing stuff, throwing different options. Physically, you’ve got to be aware of where you’re moving for continuity. Once we get something down, then I can change the lines, but try and be IN the shack at this point in the scene so that it will cut with other runs. It was a fascinating filmmaking process. It was very different from the way people normally do it.”

The articlate well-spoken Blomkamp (except for the occasional expletive deletive tossed in now and then which underscored his passion for the medium) is not that "commercially" motivated, by the way, when it comes to filmmaking.

During the thought-provoking Q &  A session at the Landmark Theatre, he noted for the record, that his creativity was always triggered by the artistic possibilities of a project and was not swayed by the temptation of the root of all evil (money).

Even at this juncture, when a scene onscreen last night begged a sequel and untold riches in its wake, Blomkamp was keen on maintaining his integrity.

"I never thought of a sequel. Even so, I am starting a project that will tie me up for two years, so a sequel would have to wait 'til that film is wrapped."

Bomkamp - who has had the good fortune to be blessed with fawning patrons tossing alot of moolah his way ($100 million for the ill-fated "Halo" and $30 mil for "District') - is reluctant to be seduced by the charms, excesses, and glamour of Hollywood also.

Probably because he is a fellow Canuck.

We are such a sensible lot!

Of course, there are always the deep pockets at the National Film Board to fall back on,  in the event of impending disaster.

Just kidding!

When Horn quizzed the down-to-earth director about his influences in the film arena, there was no hesitation when it came to responding.

"James Cameron. Aliens is my favorite film."

As to the creative team itself, it was pretty much a give-and-take, with the young happily-married couple.

Each drew from their own experiences in South Africa (where the film is set).

In one instance, a conflict arose in respect to one character slated for development.

When Tatchell hatched up the idea for an alien child to be featured in the main plotline, Neill didn't warm up to the scenario too easily.

In fact, the director wanted to nuke him for dramatic relief.

The audience roared!

Tatchell admitted, somewhat sheepishly, that she felt a fool when it was pointed out at one screening that there appeared to be similarities between District 9 and a well-known Steven Spielberg project.

"You know, the one about the child who wants to go home," she giggled.

Horn piped up wickedly.

"I expect it did not escape the attention of  Spieilberg's lawyers!"

Yeah, it smacked of  E.T. a tad.

Surprisingly, Blomkamp is quite budget-conscious.

When developing the alien creatures for the screen, for example, he was keen on facilitating materials less-senstivie to the light which would be cheaper in the overall scheme of things.

The studios are going to love that kid, just betcha!

*A review of District 9 follows in a day or two.





Macy's...write a letter to Santa! $1.00 donated to charitable Wish Foundation...



Last night, an anonymous web surfer wrote a humorous comment on a post for a Macy's Christmas promotion that I published on "The Tattler" last December.

On that occasion, I noted that Macy's was inviting shoppers to breeze into one of their retail stores around the country with their letters for Santa, which management would forward on to the jovial gift-giver with the twinkling eyes and ubiquitious white beard (at the North Pole).

I am pleased to inform you that the tradition continues this festive holiday season!

Your correspondence should be address to:

"Santa At The North Pole"

When you are browsing around one of sumptuously-decorted retail outlets this holiday, with fanciful thoughts about mouth-watering candy canes and delectable sugar plums (and a Juletide season filled with Joy and Hope) Macy's asks that you kindly slip your heartfelt messages into  the special letterbox provided for the occasion.

Once all the thoughtful wishes to Santa are tallied up - without even a smidgen of peeking - Macy's will deliver each and every letter to the Post Office.

Macy's will donate $1.00 to "Make-a-Wish Foundation"  for every letter received!

After all, Macy's believes that like Virginia O'Hanlon - who penned a note to Saint Nick way back in 1897 - there are more than a million reasons to "believe" in the good-natured old fellow.

I wholeheartedly agree!

For this reason, I am getting involved this year, too.

Since the original post was published last year, Macy's has become an advertiser on my web site!

Any commission generated by a Macy's order placed at my domain (http://www.julianayrs.com/) by clicking on the Department store "link" will be donated 100% to the Wish-Foundation also.*

Happy Holidays!

Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!

A Visit from St. Nicholas
Anonymous Author







*Commissions are tabulated & collected by the Macy "links"  provider:
 (Linkshare)

Monday, November 9, 2009

A White Rabbit & toy airplanes! Memories of my youth and West Hill...


Artist's rendering of West Hill of yesteryear!



The spitting image of Casper!




At the crack of dawn this morning, I was rudely awakened from a deep slumber, when a dump truck noisily rumbled down the back alley no-holds barred.

I tossed and turned, but shucks, I was unable to slip back into dreamland, even after counting sheep!.

So, I tossed on a wisp or two of clothing over my naked bod - to keep the crisp morning air at bay - then plunked myself down at the curb out-front to reflect a little on life.

As I turned to glance down the empty street edged with the hulking silhouettes of  the parked cars nearby,  I suddenly spied an awesome sight, alright!

There, a couple of feet beyond my perch, a rabbit sporting a mottled coat with stand-out markings, feasted on a delicious morning snack of greens and what-not.

Suddenly, I was transported back in time, where a kaleidescope of  golden memories splintered to life.

Engulfed me!

Then, the image of my boyhood pet, surfaced.

Casper, was a tame (playful) rabbit with twinkling eyes, who once (so long ago) trotted behind me obediently as I carried out my daily chores ever-so-steadfastly.

Such a beauty!

His lustrous coat was as white and as pure as the newly-driven snow!

Yup!

Casper was a joy to behold.

Sadly,  not for long.

On the first day home from summer camp that year, I was alarmed to hear that my precious little bunny - which brought so much warmth and companionship into my sweet youth - had somehow manged to slip off the wire latch of his cage door and skid-daddle off into the wild without so much as a parting glance.



That's what the grown-ups said!

But, you know what?


I seem to recall that a motorized airplane I once received @ christmas - that was inclined to loudly "go whoosh" whenever it raced across the hardwood floor on an amply-charged battery - disappeared into-the-blue without a trace (or survivor) the same way!

Yup!

When parents are afoot - and nursing a demon hang-over - anything is bound to happen, eh?

But, there is one consolation.

A few years later, when I visited the neighborhood for a reunion, one long-time resident let it slip that on many-an-occasion (when the sun was about to be swallowed up at dusk by a grove of grand old evergreen trees at the edge of the property) he witnessed a giant white rabbit gingerly step out of the forest for a secondor two, take a gander at my old digs at  7 West Hill Drive, then hop off.

Casper!






Old Military Road
(childhood haunt)


Freedom of Speech...quote!




Americans as a rule
wholeheartedly support freedom of speech
provided what you are saying
is what they want to hear

Julian Ayrs
Chocolate Buddha
Collection of Poems


Sunday, November 8, 2009

The Men Who Stare at Goats...actors Clooney, Bridges & Ewan McGregor stand-outs! Metaphor for Imperialism...




The dialogue is sharp, witty, and smart.

The pacing, fast!

Most importantly, the material in - "The Men who Stare at Goats" - is handled deftly (with aplomb) by three seasoned thespians - George Clooney, Jeff Bridges and Ewan McGregor - at the top of their game.

Talented Jeff Bridges (who appears to be spoofing his "Big Lebowski" character "The Dude") is a wild hoot; handsome Clooney a revelation on his way to establishing an untouchable old-Hollywood-style persona (along the lines of greats like Gregory Peck and Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. of filmdom's golden heyday); and, Ewan McGregor, a fascinating risk-taker and a wonder to behold on screen (fast emerging as king of the hesitant utterance resulting in half-whispered cut-off words and master in the lofty realm of subtle nuances of character seldom caught on film).

"Men" is a dark comedy with glimmers of brilliance that expertly walks a tightrope between high brow art (begging for in-depth psycho-analysis by virtue of its innate reflective nature and far-flung sensibilites) and farsical bill-of-fare - that might otherwise teeter and freefall - were it not for the skillful balancing act of an insightful director at the helm (Grant Heslov).

In a nutshell, "TMWSAG" is a curious tale about a lovesick reporter (bogged down in a failing marriage) who heads off  to a war-torn middle-eastern country in a bold-faced effort to bootstrap his emotions  - and thus - prove himself a man to a disenchanted (fish of a) wife about to pack her bags.

Suddenly - without warning - our hapless hero is thrown into a wacko scenario in which he uncovers a secret psychic military unit rife with a posse of clandestine Jedi Warriors out to serve their own selfish ends.

Bizarre stuff, in the wrong creative hands, sure to fail!

"Goats" succeeds because the big-budget feature is not only blessed with a tight well-crafted script with no excess fat - but also - brims with wildly inventive well-thought-out schtick that is pure magic to behold when it flashes above the footlights onto the silver screen.

Clooney's stand-out seamless acting (which gells spontaneously right before the eyes) is bang on.

The performance is dazzling!

Sight gags, hilarious quips, and deadly-earnest off-the-wall humor - joyfully propel rapt filmgoers along - with nary a hiccup or burp.

The underlying moral - not preachy, in the least bit - rises up (resonates boldy) and speaks volumes!

The (old wrinkly white) men staring at Goats is a metaphor - a stinging indictment - on Imperalism.

The message rings crystal clear.

Oh, the folly of War!






Precious...black stereotypes exploited! Movie review...




"Precious"-  the much-anticipated film adaptation of the best-selling book "PUSH' - premiered this past week in Hollywood.

Oprah Winfrey acted as Executive Producer on the high-profile project.

In a nutshell?

"Precious" is a gritty street drama which exploits black stereotypes.

Yawn!



Same old ni**er sh**

 
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