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| Me and Pat (with out now lost out of fashion greasy hats) on Hollywood Boulevard with the Chateau Marmont in the background, last January and our unfashionable regular legged jeans - we were so gauche. But we will be back, albeit with new hats but the same unfashionable (and comfortable) jeans. |
This morning I was trying to think "What do I write about in my blog today?"
Several subject matter has been trolling through my brain the past few weeks. One thing that's been really bugging me is the ever increasing ads in the magazines I subscribe too. I've already let my subscriptions to National Enquirer and Globe run out. For as much as I pay (over $100 a year for each one) for those tabloid rags, I'm hardly getting my money's worth because there is little if any real gossip (I am a gossip monger). Mostly their subject matter is Obama is gay, Obama is a womanizer (how can he be both?),
Obama isn't an American (heard that before), Obama is a secret Muslim (heard that one too before) - but you get the gist of it. Also the other subject matter is that Camilla hates Queen Elizabeth
and is plotting against her to gain the crown for herself or variants thereof of that same subject matter.
Especially the National Enquirer, where the ads kept creeping in through the back pages. And Mike Walker, their gossip columnist? He's more concerned with making up words like "spy witness" that one almost needs a translator to read his non-gossip crap. No more, I let both subscriptions run out.
Then there is Vanity Fair. I used to like that magazine because of its well written and researched articles. Even though I had to plow through slick pages and pages of perfume ads (usually while I'm eating, smelling magazine page perfume isn't a good mix), I tolerated that idiocy. But lately, the ads have increased and the quality of their articles have decreased. Ever read an article, about people you don't know, and the article makes no sense. Vanity Fair must been hiring recent college graduates who, of course, don't know how to write since many of them partied and cheated their way through college and are now among the cool set with their skinny legged jeans
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| Yeah, right. This looks "good." The Fashionistas has dictated this IS THE FASHION. |
(and, BTW, what's THAT all about? Looks like crap on guys who have a horrible shape. Doesn't even look good on guys with a good shape).
This past week I received my Vanity Fair and guess who was on the cover? Mark Zuckerberg.
Major Gag.
Here we go, the deification of Mark Zuckerberg.
WTF? Why in the world do I want to read ANYTHING about Mark Zuckerberg? What's next? A retrospective on Bill Gates?
And then, to top everything else off, not only is this issue of Vanity Fair stuffed with even more ads, I get a SEPARATE magazine of Ralph
Okay folks, this blog is becoming a Sunday Morning Rant Of Things That Are Bothering Me.
One more rant. Notice how all the TV commercials for movies always feature someone SCREAMING? And loud banging noises? There's a movie about Mt. Everest. BANG! BANG! BANG! and HOLLERING! Loud hollering.
Then there's a movie about Bobby Fischer, the chess champion of a Previous Life. The despicable Toby Maguire
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| Okay, we got it. He can holler but can he act? |
(and believe me folks, Toby is despicable, read the Vanity Fair article of a few years ago about him and his gambling and how he treats his underlings - like scum) plays Bobby Fischer. And yes, lots of BANGING and HOLLERING in this trailer too.
Is that what acting is about these days? Hollering?
Last night I watched one of the current "in" movies by the Canadian director David Cronenberg called "Maps to the Stars."
It was supposed to be a satire on Hollywood. Well, if you want to see Oscar winner Julianne Moore (who I like by the way) sitting on the toilet, shitting and farting
while talking to her murderous, crazy personal assistant, and, yes, wiping her ass - then this is the movie for you. Rotten Tomatoes says:
"Narratively unwieldy and totally jumbled, Maps to the Stars still has enough bite to satisfy David Cronenberg fans in need of a cooly acidic fix"
You think? Well, if you're the type that goes to one of those "cool" Vanity Fair get togethers, then this IS the film for you. For me, I'm just trying to imagine one of my favorite film actresses like Olivia De Havilland sitting on a toiled, farting while delivering her lines.
A satirical take on Hollywood? Well, I guess. I for one greatly enjoyed the exterior shots of Los Angeles, where I saw many of the same locations that Pat and I trod upon when we visited Los Angeles last January and will return again this January. I love the palm trees but have absolutely no desire to see a famous Oscar winning actress sitting on a toilet taking a dump.
Ah, now I feel so much better now that I've gotten these rants out in the open.
Have a great day!!!!
