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Historian Vadim Z. Rogovin's "1937: Stalin's Year of Terror" and "Stalin's Terror of 1937-1938: Political Genocide in the USSR" are chillingly outstanding books chronicling the cunning madman.
Monday's (February 20) headline on The Ringer -- for an analysis of elements (and obituary?) surrounding the movie -- says it all: 'A Cure for Wellness Was Way Too Weird to Succeed.
Whooosh!!!!! That's the sound of this movie going (very quickly) right over your head. Way to overlook the obvious there, er, Capt. Obvious...
Mickey D's (only inner-city blacks used to call it that, and now they even call themselves that) was a model of efficiency and offered good, cheap product in the mid-Fifties. I was 8-9 years old then, and I remember other local chains in suburban Chicago that had carhops and lousy service and bad-tasting food.
One was called Richard's "Car-feteria"--and McDonald's destroyed them in a hurry. Another outfit called Henry's tried to copy Mickey D's, and they didn't last a decade.
McDonald's was family-friendly, too, at least in their pioneer days.. You filled out a form and they sent you a post card that was good for a free hamburger on your birthday. Our dog Lucky soon became our little sister...whose name was Lucy. Brand loyalties begin early. I still prefer the Arches to anybody else.
As for the classic Eastern diners, they were few and far between in Illinois, so we didn't miss them much when they went away.
Chuckles the Clown
McDonald's was to the locally owned and operated diner what Walmart became to locally owned and operated stores.
ESPN 850 WKNR had a "contest" to send listeners to a screening of the movie (the day of the screening), but on-air discount ad salesmen Tony Rizzo and Aaron Goldhammer treated it like a joke......they must not have received boxes of free stuff from the deal.
Is it worse than Love Actually? Because that is the gold standard for bad movies.
I'm sorry you have no taste. I've lost my daughter and would love to see how they bring him back. So you can shove your opinion up your ass
I'm sorry you don't know how to relax and enjoy movies.
God forbid there should be any Christian imagery, we might melt.
Sam sounds pretty 'preachy' in his reviews. The religion of Sam is what Sam believes in, and Sam says so.
My husband, who enjoyed the book, was quite discontent with the convenient ending of the film, that was not at all true to the book. The film script really wimped out.
You will want to go to this movie with your boyfriend, girlfriend, whomever. The film might be deeply misanthropic, but who will notice with the authentic, air-gasping lesbian/Asian sex. Beautifully photographed and well-paced story.
I get that you don't do religion, Sam, but of course, you're not alone in the world; right? Lots of people, in fact most of us, are not turned off by religion at all. What's more, since it's art we're talking about, you're free to not like it. Perhaps you're offended by Michelangelo, too? I can't help but to think that if the film championed some atheistic ethic you'd be calling it, "one of the best feel-good movies of the year." So, yeah, maybe you don't like Gibson's religion, but lots of us don't much care for yours either.
BAD lead. David Irving was not on trial - he was the PLAINTIFF. Deborah Lipstadt was on trial, and she was acquitted.
The first cinematic response to "The Clansman"/"The Birth of a Nation" was slated to be "The Birth of a Race", which was released in December 1918. But tying the film to World War One - with vignettes from American history and the Bible - ruined the sweeping vision of screenwriter Emmett J. Scott. More than one-half of Scott's movie was shot when the production company destroyed the footage and the original script was discarded.
A contemporary movie review in Variety hinted at racism, as much as war: "The Selig Company, which had arranged to produce the picture dropped out due to the character of its propaganda, whereupon the character of the picture was altered. A large quantity of film, depicting certain phases of the advancement of the Negro race, was dropped."
The summer has been a massive dud for the silver screen.
The personal and professional struggles of Davone Bess are profiled in "Pass Interference" -- director Branson Wright and editor Joddy Eric Matthews tackle head-on the "taboo" subject of a player with mental illness inside a locker room and the next-man-up culture of the pro sports business. Perhaps more serious discussion on the subject will bring out of the shadows the tragic story of Tony Horton.....whose once bright MLB career with the Cleveland Indians ended with his attempted suicide in August 1970 at the Bluegrass Hotel.
Oliver Stone can turn an unexpected thunder storm into a conspiracy theory.
Not one but two grisly miscarriages are depicted on screen...
Not one but two excellent reasons to stay the fuck away.
Chuckles the Clown.
February 22-28, 2017
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