Tuna is taking the night off, but will return tomorrow.
|Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy)
Two couples socialize together regularly. One night of infidelity between two
of the unconnected partners leads to tragedy after tragedy.
That tells you most of what you need to know.
Except that the film is a comedy.
Well, sort of a comedy. I suppose it depends on your
definition of comedy. It wouldn't be one by my definition, which
requires some laughs, but I suppose it would qualify by the definition in
Aristotle's Poetics. It is about people "inferior to us", or people
behaving "worse than they are". Aristotle is one of
the greatest minds in human existence, so I guess he has more right
to define comedy than I do, but on the other hand, I'm guessing
there aren't very many laughs on Aristotle's web page. Rumor has it
that when Ari did stand-up in the Agora, his jokes bombed except when he made fun of Plato's toupee. And, to be frank,
bald jokes are always too easy.
The movie is filled with quirks and gimmicks.
Alternate reality, for one. The original reality is surreal to begin
with, filled with coincidences that could not happen, behavior that
doesn't seem to be possible, and even various violations of natural
law. I suppose all of that is done in the interest of hip comedy.
Heavy on the hip, light on the comedy. Unless you are Aristotle,
catching up on your reading for a few centuries. The movie is then
further mucked up by replaying moments, or even months of time. It
wasn't always clear to me whether the action in the past was a
flashback based on the "current" version of reality or the start of
an alternate "what-if" version.
Would that replays were the only gimmick, but the
director also decided, for no reason I could determine, to saturate
and posterize various images. Sometimes he did this with an entire
frame, sometimes with one person, sometimes only with a specific
object or body feature. I was not able to determine the logic behind
it. I think the thought process behind this affectation must follow
the Penn Gillette theory of smoking. Penn (the big guy from Penn and
Tiller) used to have a speech that went something like this - "Don't
smoke, kids. It's bad for your breath. It's bad for your teeth. It's
bad for your lungs. It is expensive, will ruin your social life, and
it's just stupid, so don't do it. Unless, of course, you want to
look really cool." The same reasoning seemed to inform the
director's use of saturation and posterizing effects in this film.
He had no sound logic behind it, but he thought it would look really
cool, like the opening watercolor montages in Saturday Night Live.
In several instances, the direction didn't
reinforce the comic intent very well. The humor was guided with a
heavy hand, and the timing was off. There was one scene in
particular, in which three people passed around a very tiny cell
phone, that seemed to go on forever with no further point or joke to
deliver after the first five seconds.
Overall, it is a convoluted surrealistic comedy. I
didn't think it was very funny, but I thought it had some good
moments as an offbeat slice of life dramedy. Good moments, but no
real sustaining value. I believe that Roger Ebert's "one star" was
too harsh, but I didn't enjoy the film much either.
- Idina Menzel
Tomei shows what is theoretically most of her crotch when her
lover turns his head at an angle that fails to cover her in a
cunnilingus scene. (Note her panties in her hand.) I suppose it is probably just a patch or a
thong or something, and not her award-winning pudenda. It is not possible to determine
Auto Focus is a
movie I have covered in depth several times before. (See the link
for the info page and my comments). Tuna's caps from yesterday were
so beautiful that I just wanted to pick up one loose end with Maria
Bello, and snapped a couple of others while I was there.
Roger is a compulsive smooth talker, one of
those guys with a theory about everything, and a cynical belief that
anybody can be talked out of anything. In the opening scene if the
film, he is dumped from a relationship with a sophisticated older
woman who is also his boss. To the extent such a jaded man can be shocked or hurt,
he feels those emotions, and does not take the rejection gracefully.
At about the same time, his 16 year old nephew
shows up on his doorstep, and ol' 40ish Roger Dodger undertakes to
give the lad a one night crash course in how to get laid in New York City. They have
about a forty minute conversation with two young eligibles (Jennifer
Beals and Elizabeth Berkley), during which the two sophisticated
ladies take a real shine to the nephew for his sincerity and smarts.
The kid has a chance to take advantage of the two. They are
reasonably enthusiastic about his sexual education, and his uncle
has played bad cop to make it look like the nephew needs a place to
stay. The nephew, however, is a good person and can't bring himself
to use dishonesty as a tactic.
As the evening progresses, Roger shows the kid how
to prepare for the later stages of a hunting expedition. Penultimate
step: what to do with the passed-out women late in the evening. The
kid fails this test as well, allowing the gorgeous knockout to pass
out fully dressed and unravaged. Last step: the assembly line
In the final 15 minutes of the film, cynical Roger
has to redeem himself, at least partially, to prevent his nephew's
life from going in the wrong direction.
Pretty good flick! Not much happens, other than
what I just told you. It is very chatty, but the conversations sound
like real people talking. Roger, the kid, and the two ladies are
characters who seem to say the things that those characters really
would say in that situation, and the things they say are interesting
and sometimes challenging. Helluva good first film for auteur Dylan
Kidd, and a tremendously full featured DVD.
War is now upon us.
I think it is incumbent upon all of us to consider what that
means. You won't see any war stories in "other crap".
If you are against war, I urge you
to avoid the mistakes of previous generations who confused their
hatred for war with hatred for the men who fought it bravely, or
hatred for the people who sincerely believed that the fight was
General Moore wrote in "We Were Soldiers Once ... and Young"
We were the children of the 1950's and the Kennedy
stalwarts of the early 60's. JFK told the world that we would
"pay any price" for freedom. We were the down payment on that
costly contract, but the man who signed it was not there when
we fulfilled his promise. He waited for us on a hill in
Arlington, and in time we came by the thousands to fill those
slopes with our white marble markers, and to ask on the murmur
of the wind if that was truly the future he had envisioned for
The class of 1965 came out of the old America, a nation
that disappeared forever in the smoke that billowed off the
jungle battlements where we bled. The country that sent us off
to war was not there to welcome us home. It no longer existed.
We answered the call of a President who was now dead, we
followed the orders of another who would be hounded from
office and haunted by the war he mismanaged so badly.
Many of our countrymen came to hate the war we fought. Those
who hated it the most - the professionally sensitive - were
not, in the end, sensitive enough to differentiate between the
war and the soldiers who had been ORDERED to fight it. In time
our battles were forgotten, our sacrifices were discounted,
and both our sanity and our suitability for life in polite
American society were publicly questioned.
This story also stands as a tribute to the young men of the
People's Army of Vietnam who died by our hand in that place.
They, too, fought and died bravely. They were a worthy enemy.
This is our story and theirs. For we were soldiers once, and
If you are for war, remind yourself
that no human activity should be approached with a heavier heart
or a graver sense of responsibility.
War isn't about kicking ass and exulting in successful
What is it about?
When I was living in Central Europe, I saw it first hand in the
old Yugoslavia. I saw quiet towns in sleepy valleys going about
their daily business while enemy battalions assembled on the
surrounding hills, and set up their cannons for the right
trajectory to attack those towns. I saw those shells go through
the roofs of homes that looked like my girlfriend's home, a few
miles away, across the border in Hungary. I pictured Anita's
mother pulling warm food from the oven, singing for her
grandchildren in a home smelling of fresh bread. Then I pictured
that shell coming through her roof.
That's what war is about. Shells coming through the roof while
mothers bake their bread.
Even the houses with no damage will always have a dinner table
too large for the remaining family, a permanent reminder of how
large the family gathering should have been ... used to be.
Don't consider it salve on your conscience if the casualties are
limited mainly to combatants. In a country like Iraq there is no
difference between soldiers and civilians. Iraqi soldiers are
forced to fight, or want to fight because they've been
brainwashed with propaganda since birth. They are not soldiers.
They are simply the sons whose absence will make that dinner
table needlessly large.
War isn't about glory. It is about loss.
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- Erin Daniels, brieflt showing all 3 B's in scenes from "One Hour Photo" (2002).
Be sure to pay Graphic Response a visit at his website. www.graphic-barry.com.
'Caps and comments by Brainscan:
So when I read that Working Girls was coming out on DVD I pre-ordered the mama, because this is one of the high points of celebrity nudity: Cassandra Peterson, topless and in a thong as a stripper. Life is good, I said to myself. It arrived yesterday and I am very sorry to say life is not so good. The DVD transfer is generally excellent. Outdoor scenes, real good; indoor scenes, pretty damn good... except for those shot of the girls stripping. The sparkling background seems to have screwed up something big time. Contrast and saturation were so bad as to be irreparable, at least by me. As a result, I grabbed a couple dozen frames and spent next to no time on them.
This is Cassandra at her wonderous best, with a body worthy of serious attention. Sadly, the DVD does her no justice.
- Cassandra Peterson
Former Hefmate Jean Manson and the other "Young Nurses"...
- Jean Mason
Here's a Jean nudity breakdown:
Topless...links 1,2,3,4,5,12,13,15,16 and 32
breasts and bum...links 10,11,20,25,28,29,30 and 31
bare bum...links 9,17,18,19, and 24
breasts and bush...links 21,22 and 23
full frontal...links 26 and 27
- Ashley Porter, rear views in almost all of these, pluse side breast views in links 4-7, and a hint of bush in #4.
- Kimberly Hyde, topless only
- Sally Kirkland, see-thru nippl sightings.
'Caps and comments by Hankster:
Today we return to "Two Moon Junction".
First up is Sherilyn Fenn with a bit of boob. Then it's on to Kristy McNichol, looking extremely sexy in a short short skirt and boots.
Then the two girls decide to switch tops which gives us a look at the tits of both girls.
- Sherilyn Fenn
- Kristy McNichol
- Fenn and McNichol
|Great 'caps by Scorpion of one of the sexiext women ever in scenes from the Brian De Palma film, "Femme Fatale". #1 features her dancing in black undies (with a thong view). #2 shows her making out with Rie Rasmussen as well as full frontal under water!
|Excellent scans of the Italian mega-babe by f2k. A bit of carpenter crack in #1, fully nude (side view) in #2, see-thru taped up nipples in #3, cleavage in #4.
|The former Philadelphia Eagles cheerleader turned b-movie actress topless in several scenes from "Babes 2: Lost In Beaver Creek".
|Pat Reeder www.comedy-wire.com
Pat's comments in yellow...
GRABBABLE OBJECTS COMPEL ATTENTION
Attention-Grabbers - Dartmouth University scientists discovered that
people's attention is automatically attracted by grabbable objects, such as
screwdrivers, forks or pens. They say it shows the close connection
between the brain and the hand. In MRI tests, subjects watched a computer
screen as images of two objects popped up: one grabbable, like a tool, and
one that wasn't, like a cloud. Their attention always went to the
grabbable item first.
This is why men immediately notice tools and large breasts.
This brain-hand coordination was developed from years of looking at porn
on computer screens.
OSCARS TO GO ON, WITH VARIOUS CHANGES
Why Would Saddam Kill His Supporters? - Oscar organizers say the show will
go on Sunday despite the likelihood of war, but there will be some changes.
Designers are having to replace their wild, bejeweled, revealing outfits
with basic black. The stars won't be able to show their fashions off
anyway, since the red carpet arrival interviews are being curtailed for
security reasons and to keep it from looking frivolous.
We can't have America's most famous war commentators looking frivolous.
Bjork will be wearing a black swan.
They're afraid the stars will be attacked on the red carpet by a
terrorist: Joan Rivers.