Film comment

Stuff like this makes me wish I still lived in Chicago. Or that Madison's Eastgate Cinemas would from time to time show 15 Bertolucci films.

Save the liver

Adieu, kind Julia Child. Ereck and I have long proudly displayed this playful tribute to her in our kitchen.

In with the new

Hey kids, a couple new items over to the right there atop the list of articles I wrote that ended up online: reviews of the films The Mother and Bukowski: Born Into This. Enjoy.

Vox pop

For some reason I can't stop thinking about a man-on-the-street gag from the very early days of "Late Night With David Letterman," circa 1984. Letterman stood in front of a strangely named Manhattan boutique and asked passersby what they thought the name of the shop meant. The name of the store: The Richness That Is Woman.

Good word

"But the best part is yet to come. When you try to close the last page, the back cover pops off and the endpaper rips. Then you can't get the book closed. It lies open on your coffee table for the rest of your life. The perfect symbol of Madonna herself, who REFUSES TO GO AWAY."

--Joe Bob Briggs, reviewing Madonna's Sex.

That's entertainment

SCENE
Bongo Video

DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Ereck
Kenneth

Kenneth, holding copy of the original Parent Trap (not the remake with Lindsay Lohan): Every time I look at Hayley Mills, I just want to weep. Why is that?

Ereck, whispering: Because you're gay.

FIN

Postscript: A couple of days later, I bought a copy of The Parent Trap at a thrift store.