Showing posts with label Oscar awards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oscar awards. Show all posts
Monday, January 21, 2019
Where we went wrong.....
Ever since I got the Amazon Firestick I have been checking out movies that are still in the theaters. Aquaman. Fantastic Beasts 2. Bird Box. Plus a movie that might win the Oscar this year: "Green Book."
Now this movie is actually pretty good for what it is. It is the story of how a Italian mobbed up bouncer from the Copa is hired to drive a gay black piano player in the 1960's as they did a tour down South. He needed protection and they could only stay in places that took Negros that were listed in the "Green Book." It is in the old Stanley Kramer noble black man can't we all get along style popular in the 1950's and '60's which usually starred Sidney Poitier. Still and all it gave a really good depiction of what living in an Italian neighborhood was like in the 1960's. This was the Bronx but it was just the way I grew up in Brooklyn.
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Friday, January 6, 2017
The French 75
Peter Marshall: A friend offers to give you a French 75. What is that?It's awards season again with the Golden Globes almost upon us. This year promises to be a doozy as far as political grandstanding. The Grammys will probably draw the most Trump-ire. In order to judge and umpire the speech-making, here's a suggestion: Get
Paul Lynde : Just a minute, that's 25 more than it was last time.
The drink is merely a souped-up glass of bubbly. There are many variants. The version we use is:
1/2 oz Cointreau (or triple sec if you're on a budget)
1/2 oz fresh-squeezed lemon juice
1 oz of gin (or cognac)
Champagne to top
Mix and add to a champagne or wine glass. Top with champagne, prosecco, or any white sparkling wine. Briefly stir. Enjoy.
The drink's history dates back to the Lafayette Escadrille in WW I. The drink was named after the famous French 75mm artillery piece:
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Stacey Dash Oscar awards punk
This must be the most brilliant punk that I've seen in my lifetime.
I'm just now understanding it. Man, talk about slow on the uptake. Daily Mail. I love this so much.
Somebody mentioned in comments, "She's even played in Clueless, didn't she?" As if there is something apposite between cluelessness with Oscar appropriateness and fictional cluelessness depicted in a movie and cluelessness of conservatives in general who simply do not do such fabulous things as Oscars.
A drop of conservative thought poisoned the Oscars. An eyedropper, boink, the whole thing tainted.
From their point of view this is their fashionable night of the year, this is the reward that they live for now televised worldwide and a beach-flea bitten cur limps onto stage and poos right on the edge. Bad example because that would actually be better, that would be easier to respond to, that would get an applause. Let's say, there is nothing so awful like it. Maybe. To them the equivalent is what the Islamic nanny arrested in Moscow metro station did. Something that simply does not fit so badly that it cannot be processed. Understanding does not come. There is no reaction at all. That is why the punk is so brilliant. It is so out of place to the Oscar audience that it blows their mind completely. And they don't know this, the episode exposes them for who and what they are, again, and it is not attractive. Yet they still think so. They still think that fashion is wasted on Stacey Dash.
And the whole time I don't know who she is and you do. I saw two previous Stacey Dash posts and your comments show that you know her.
This is what makes me so impossibly thick. I love her role in the movie Clueless. She is one of my favorite characters. The girls in that film pulled off that attitude so beautifully. I love every character in that film. It's a fantastic film and she is a standout. But I don't know her name. It's like a rule or something, don't learn actors names. A mental block. I love the nameless actor. The character.
This is how hopelessly thick I am about entertainers. When Clueless was mentioned, I actually thought, "I wonder which character she played." Is that stupid, or what? I recalled the girls one by one. Their adorable high school fashion. Each girl is brilliant in the film in my opinion. I couldn't match anyone up. The name Stacey Dash still meant nothing to me. Even after two posts here. Considering the racial component I cannot even explain to myself how stupid that is.
If I saw her on FOX I never connected her with a movie. If I saw her, I did not recognize her voice. I did not put it together. If this were a crossword clue it would be an irritating blank spot and I'd privately bristle and criticize the constructor for using an entertainer.
And now that I know I love her even more. Her stunt and the host's stunt is described as a blowout but in my remote view the Oscar audience's flat reaction is perfect. Perfect. Because the whole rest of the world except for dwindling viewership who still hold this event the highest height of fashionable fashion, and structured to breaking point too, knows that it's not all that. Non-enthusiasts know all along that the Oscar audience is incapable of understanding or processing anything beyond their own nose. That is why the dead non-reaction of Oscar audience is perfect. But you have to watch the show to know that.
Or else have the bits and pieces hit like random little meteorites because that's what it takes for this sort of thing to break through established filters. I'm glad this finally made it through. Now I like this gal even more and I consider this deadpan Oscar stunt described as horribly flat as probably the highlight of the show were I to watch it. I laughed my butt off when I realized what they did. It has evoked the perfect responses later. The hate pours out. She really did piss on their party.
Went like this: All dressed up glamorously as if she is celebrating at a high fashion event. "Not everybody thinks the same way as you through empty axioms. I'm so glad to be elected to drive this point " … later, after the shattered mind bits are reassembled, "Oh, shut up, Stupid, you're not like us. Fashion is wasted on you."
Five reasons nobody cares about the Oscars Ed Driscoll, PJ Media, good links, with comments.
I'm just now understanding it. Man, talk about slow on the uptake. Daily Mail. I love this so much.
Somebody mentioned in comments, "She's even played in Clueless, didn't she?" As if there is something apposite between cluelessness with Oscar appropriateness and fictional cluelessness depicted in a movie and cluelessness of conservatives in general who simply do not do such fabulous things as Oscars.
A drop of conservative thought poisoned the Oscars. An eyedropper, boink, the whole thing tainted.
From their point of view this is their fashionable night of the year, this is the reward that they live for now televised worldwide and a beach-flea bitten cur limps onto stage and poos right on the edge. Bad example because that would actually be better, that would be easier to respond to, that would get an applause. Let's say, there is nothing so awful like it. Maybe. To them the equivalent is what the Islamic nanny arrested in Moscow metro station did. Something that simply does not fit so badly that it cannot be processed. Understanding does not come. There is no reaction at all. That is why the punk is so brilliant. It is so out of place to the Oscar audience that it blows their mind completely. And they don't know this, the episode exposes them for who and what they are, again, and it is not attractive. Yet they still think so. They still think that fashion is wasted on Stacey Dash.
And the whole time I don't know who she is and you do. I saw two previous Stacey Dash posts and your comments show that you know her.
This is what makes me so impossibly thick. I love her role in the movie Clueless. She is one of my favorite characters. The girls in that film pulled off that attitude so beautifully. I love every character in that film. It's a fantastic film and she is a standout. But I don't know her name. It's like a rule or something, don't learn actors names. A mental block. I love the nameless actor. The character.
This is how hopelessly thick I am about entertainers. When Clueless was mentioned, I actually thought, "I wonder which character she played." Is that stupid, or what? I recalled the girls one by one. Their adorable high school fashion. Each girl is brilliant in the film in my opinion. I couldn't match anyone up. The name Stacey Dash still meant nothing to me. Even after two posts here. Considering the racial component I cannot even explain to myself how stupid that is.
If I saw her on FOX I never connected her with a movie. If I saw her, I did not recognize her voice. I did not put it together. If this were a crossword clue it would be an irritating blank spot and I'd privately bristle and criticize the constructor for using an entertainer.
And now that I know I love her even more. Her stunt and the host's stunt is described as a blowout but in my remote view the Oscar audience's flat reaction is perfect. Perfect. Because the whole rest of the world except for dwindling viewership who still hold this event the highest height of fashionable fashion, and structured to breaking point too, knows that it's not all that. Non-enthusiasts know all along that the Oscar audience is incapable of understanding or processing anything beyond their own nose. That is why the dead non-reaction of Oscar audience is perfect. But you have to watch the show to know that.
Or else have the bits and pieces hit like random little meteorites because that's what it takes for this sort of thing to break through established filters. I'm glad this finally made it through. Now I like this gal even more and I consider this deadpan Oscar stunt described as horribly flat as probably the highlight of the show were I to watch it. I laughed my butt off when I realized what they did. It has evoked the perfect responses later. The hate pours out. She really did piss on their party.
Went like this: All dressed up glamorously as if she is celebrating at a high fashion event. "Not everybody thinks the same way as you through empty axioms. I'm so glad to be elected to drive this point " … later, after the shattered mind bits are reassembled, "Oh, shut up, Stupid, you're not like us. Fashion is wasted on you."
Five reasons nobody cares about the Oscars Ed Driscoll, PJ Media, good links, with comments.
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