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  • 5 Sickeningly Sappy Movie Songs *And Why You Love Them!

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    Against All Odds  (1984)

    Dirty Dancing  (1987)

    Pretty in Pink  (1986)

    Footloose  (1984)

    "If You Leave" by OMD - From: "Pretty in Pink"

    "If you leave, don't leave now. Please don't take my heart away. Promise me, just one more night. Then we'll go our separate ways."

    What teenager can't imagine the heartbreaking, beautiful sadness of only being allowed one more night, for whatever cruel, cruel reason.

    Never mind the blatant contradiction of OMD, singing in one line that they won't let go of us at any price, and then quicker that you can exhale a deep, soft shuddery sigh of resignation to stay, they're stating they'll be running in the other direction the second our feet hit the pavement. Those New Wave British Synth-Pop groups are all the same.

    "Against All Odds" by Phil Collins - From "Against All Odds"

    There is something just absolutely irresistible about Phil Collins' sad-sack honesty in this song. "I wish I could just make you turn around, turn around and see me cry. There's so much I need to say to you, so many reasons why. You're the only one who really knew me at all."

    It's so weepily pathetic you just want to wrap him up in a blanket, share a cup of hot cocoa and have well deserved, long-needed cry with him. Misery loves company after all. But when Phil belts these last lines out, "Take a good look at me now, cos I'll still be standing here, and you coming back to me is against all odds, it's the chance I've gotta take," it's time to sit him down and explain the cold hard reality of the situation to him. Poor guy.

    "Glory of Love" by Peter Cetera - From: "The Karate Kid Part II"

    "Just like a knight in shining armor from a long time ago, just in time I will save the day, take you to my castle far away."

    Despite the terrifying image that this line creates, one of Peter Cetera racing toward us, feathered hair a-flying, on a grand white steed, whilst sheathed in heavy armor, this song really cuts right into your heart. And he so earnestly and intensely stares right into the camera here, nay, into your soul.

    And regardless of his being so creepily intense, you know that Peter just really and truly believes in the power of lyrics such as these: "You'll keep me standing tall. You'll help me through it all. I'm always strong when you're beside me. I have always needed you. I could never make it alone.?"

    And maybe the only reason he is sometimes off putting is just because you love him so much that you can genuinely imagine him whispering, "I am a man who will fight for your honor. I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We'll live forever, knowing together that we did it all for the glory of love," in you ears while he makes to you sweet, sweet, creepy, love.

    "She's Like the Wind" by Patrick Swayze - From: "Dirty Dancing"

    Yet another candid, solemn set of deep feelings set to the power of the written and sung word. But these are so especially special, because they are both written and sung by our very favorite Video Curator hero, Mr. Patrick Swayze.

    Powerful and simple, yet cheesily artful, and of course set to the video of Dirty Dancing. The reason this song is so deeply loved, is in part, because of such bold statements, "I look in the mirror and all I see, is a young old man with only a dream. Am I just fooling myself that she'll stop the pain? Living without her, I'd go insane!"

    YES - you know you've been there. Patrick is a simple man, speaking simple words of truth, directed at your ear drum with the power and authority of cupid's brutal arrow. If you even attempt to claim you've never thought you'd go insane without a certain other's love and affection you will hence be banned from the soothing, healing light of all things touched by Patrick Swayze.

    "Almost Paradise" by Mike Reno & Anne Wilson - From: "Footloose"

    "And in your arms salvation's not so far away, it's getting closer, closer every day! Almost paradise, we're knocking on heavens door. Almost paradise, how could we ask for more"?

    How indeed. Well, what's missing? Why have they not reached paradise yet, we listeners may wonder?

    For these two we can only assume this song is referring to early-stage relationship, sexual encounters. You too, can relate. The elation and excitement of the first couple times, but maybe you are not quite comfortable enough to, how do you say, "Cross the threshold"?

    "I thought that dreams belonged to other men, cuz each time I got close they'd fall apart again," says Mike. And in response says Anne, "I faced the nights alone. Oh how could I have known, that all my life I only needed you"? To which they both reply in swelling synchronicity, "Oooh almost paradise we're knocking on heavens door. Almost paradise, how could we ask for more"?

    In short, a song of hope; of sexual honesty. We're rooting for you two kids. Take heart, and keep on trying. That orgasm will come. So to speak.



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  • Denholm Elliott: At Your Service

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    Toy Soldiers  (1991)

    Trading Places  (1983)

    The Curator's run in recently with appalling customer service at a major, national retail store chain has inspired a recurring loop of angry thoughts. Not the least among them is how hard it is to find good help these days. Harder still, to find it on the Curator's shelves in any film dated post-1992, the sad year a true gent of the stage and screen departed the living for that great hospitality service industry in the sky. Denholm Elliott was a graceful, congenial co-star and servant to many a great actor including but not limited to, Harrison Ford, Sean Astin, Lou Gossett, Jr. and Dan Aykroyd. A moment of gratitude then for Denhold Elliott, a jolly good fellow, far in advance of next year's National Service Professional Appreciation Day.

    Trading Places (1983)

    Denholm co-stars as Coleman, a bit of an unscrupulous, opportunistic butler. His boss Louis Winthrope is in a bit of a jam. Seems he's being screwed in a hilarious twist of fate, when his bosses, the wickedly rich Dukes brothers, decide to **** with his life and make him a poor, transplanting a homeless Eddie Murphy in his high society place. Denholm, caught in the middle as his paycheck does come from the Dukes, at first gleefully plays his role, shutting Dan out in the cold. But, as his desire to serve can not help but spring forth, Denny eventually comes around to serving both Masters well, and even comes out financially on top in the end.

    *Fun Curator Fact! This is first movie the Curator saw that prominently featured full-frontal boobies.

    **Fun Curator Aside! This was at some sort of over-night party in which the host's dad's video collection was raided. Host's parents were not pleased, and host was subsequently grounded for 2 weeks.

    Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)

     

    In his most prominent Indiana Jones franchise role, Denholm actually gets to accompany Indy on an adventure into the spiritual unknown. He not only offers comic relief, story point and biblical explanations for us, the uneducated viewer, but he participates in driving the plot along by getting kidnapped, and with his misadventures in the Nazi tank. Basically, he acts as a surrogate “you.” You bumble, get lost, don’t get the girl, and you don’t get the treasure. You do get a good story though. Denny entertains us and delights us as he keeps up with the Joneses.

     

    Toy Soldiers (1991)

    Denny really takes the back seat here, this time to a young, surprisingly buff, Sean Astin. Denholm is the Headmaster at a sleep-away school for rich young punks well-versed in various misbehaviors. As far as plot lines go, that's usually enough. In this case however, the school is attacked... by Terrorists! As this film was made in 1991, back before Osama bin Laden was invented, these terrorists hail from Columbia, where all evil used to originate from. All that really is of inconsequence; what really matters is these bad boys are the last stand between terrorism and the downfall of America. And who's there to cheer them on, believe in them even though the rest of the world may have given up on them and maybe even read them a couple bed time stories while on lock-down? Denholm of course, serving in all his capability to the last.

    P.S. There is no National Service Professional Appreciation Day.


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  • Body Snatched? How to cope in 5 easy steps

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    According to film (which would never lie to us) there is at least a 50/50 chance that at some point in your life you may become the victim of a forced, accidental or even purposeful body snatch or switch. As you know, the result of this is your brain/soul becoming switched or shared with the brain/soul of a foreign body. In case of a body-switch emergency, this quick and easy guide will show you how to not only deal, but completely and gracefully overcome the adventure in a 90 to 120 minute window filled with hilarity and heartfelt meaning.

     

    1. Realization

    It all starts upon waking from a deep sleep, a slow-mo sequence involving your ghostly essence being lifted out of your body and implanted elsewhere or brief knock to the head. First of all, relax. In most cases, you will come to realize your situation by seeing a face other than your own in the mirror, hearing a strange voice talking to you in your brain or coming out of your mouth, suddenly recognizing things in a house you have never been in before, or by having flashbacks to situations you have never been in, including the imagining of your girlfriend’s mother, 20 years younger, in the sack.

     

     

     

    2. Acceptance

    You must quickly accept this situation as inevitable to keep the plot moving along. But rest assured you are in good company. Did you know the likes of Tom Hanks, Steve Martin, Jody Foster, Robert Downey Jr., and Cory Feldmen, have all been either mistaken or unwitting victims of a body switch?

     

    Once you accept your situation you must decide whether to keep your new body or immediately try to get out of it. Perhaps you are a 13 year old boy who suddenly has a man-sized johnson with a CEO’s earning potential to match. You may consider staying in your new big body for a while, but know this: if things were that easy, everyone would wish to be “big” on a Zoltar machine. Either way, you will, in most cases, end up having get out of your fake body, so keep this in mind through your adventures.

     

    PS – If you are not “sure” whose body you inhabit, it is a good rule of thumb to not have sex, with anyone, under any circumstances. You never know…

     

    3. Convincing others

    Tricky, and in most cases, unnecessary, but each case must be judged on its own merits. You may require the help of another in your switch-back, particularly if you are one in the “cheating death” category, and have recently employed a holy man of generic middle eastern decent.

     

    This is one of the easiest steps however. If you do need to convince someone of your alien-brain to hasten your switch-back, all you need is to display a random personal quirk or share a secret that only you, in your unique position could know, but something that is extremely unlikely that your host body would ever know.

     

     

     

    4. Atonement

    There is likely a perfectly good reason why you are in your current predicament, and this is also likely very obvious the entire audience. Try not to take it too personal that your bumbling and confusion in this matter, while embarrassing to you, is entertaining to them. If you didn’t want to make an ass of yourself for the amusement of others, you really should have gone into another line of business.

     

    Now, there are usually only a few explanations for your predicament; that this is some sort of personal failure on your part, hence, your needed atonement. Likely reasons include:

    a. Greed (Want to be older, younger or avoid death)

    b. Important lesson to be learned from person you are switched with, likely due to severe egomania on your part

    c. You are dead

     

    If you are dead, try not to take it too personal. This is usually some kind of whimsical plot devise that has the audience either knowingly chortling or wiping away a bitter-sweat tear.

     

    Your personal failings may be hard to accept, but you are going to have to suck it up and deal for the good of the plot. The reason for your switch will become obvious to you through a natural progression of events, and is directly related to your path of atonement. It is important for you to completely accept the reason for your switch, and right those wrongs. This is a life changing experience for you, look beyond the superficial, and confront the very darkness of your own inner workings. And stop tormenting that old man down the street.

     

    5. Post-switch back behavior

    Once you have righted any wrongs and/or received a token swift kick to the ass of your ego, you will be switched back to your original body. You are expected to react with overwhelming gratefulness, heightened appreciation of your original situation and the people around you followed by a respectful humbleness. You have just been through a very trying ordeal, but it is important to remember the deep life lesson that you have been taught, without being too haughty about it. You are now a little bit wiser, try and keep it that way.

     

    For further instruction, recommended viewing includes: Chances Are, All of Me, Freaky Friday (1976), Big, Dream a Little Dream

     


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  • The Manny Diaries: Clive Owen, Savior of Babies

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    Many, many things cross our mind when pondering the wonder of Clive Owen. Rugged good looks, dark brooding nature, a proper, soft-spoken accent. We know he’s tough, we know he can handle a piece. We know he can deal a card, dispose of a body, give a woman a good lovin’ and even lower himself to employment in the service industry of the ultra-wealthy.

    But heart of gold? Embracer of responsibility? A sensitive side which reliably points, like a compass northward, to the constant acceptance of fatherhood in bizarre and unlikely situations? Oh yes. Underneath that ultra-suave, manly exterior and boyishly tussled brown locks, lay a sweet, soft spot for the weak and the helpless; the defenseless baby who crazy mad-men are always set on killing whenever he is around.

    "Chosen" (2001) – short film from The Hire series. Directed by Ang Lee.

    Clive Owen “The Driver,” around whom this thinly disguised BWM commercial series is based, must protect a holy monk-child that was brought to America by boat, and deliver him into the hands of a monk safe-house. Upon their meeting, the child gives The Driver a gift, but he is not to open it until the end of said short film.

    Clive deftly protects the kid on a short car ride to the safe-house, somehow managing in his BMW to out-smart and out-run a Dodge Neon, and delivers the child to the pre-described location. But almost as if able to read the boy-god’s mind, he knows trouble lay around the corner here. How ever does he discern that the monk in cowboy boots may not be quite legit? Well, because he is in tune with babies, for one. He quickly disposes of the bad guys, and when all is well, departs the scene.

    On his way to next do-gooder adventure, The Driver opens the gift. It is revealed to be an Incredible Hulk bandage for his bleeding ear, a most lame self-referential moment. Oh Ang. If only this were made in 2005, you could have made pathetic reference to your far superior gay cowboy flick, rather than your failure of a green hulking monster movie. Oh, maybe that’s why the monk had those boots on….Oh Ang! You are too brilliant.

     

    Children of Men (2006) directed by Alfonso Cuaron

    The year is 2027, and it is a grim world in which two decades of world-wide infertility has left the humans with less than a century to survive. London is a haven into which illegal immigrants try to get,  where Clive exists as a sad sack working a crappy government job. That is until he finds his true calling – Savior of Babies.

    His ex-wife, a revolutionary with a short lifeline, introduces him to a miraculously pregnant African refugee, who needs to be transported away from the chaos and terrorism of those who would exploit her, by taking her to a sanctuary at sea. Along the way Clive demonstrates his unique brand of bravado and tenderness, and skills of shooting, killing, driving, and culminating in his delivering of the miracle baby in a dingy room. It’s a dirty job, and Clive’s not only gotta do it, he wants to. In the end he of course must sacrifice himself to get the girl and her baby to safety, because who is he in the grand scheme of it all, merely a man. A man ready to sacrifice himself for a baby.

     

    Shoot 'Em Up (2007) directed by Michael Davis

     

    Once again, our Clive finds himself immediately in the role of baby saver. One brutal shoot-out later, and he’s down there again, gazing into the crotch of a woman he just met, delivering her baby. While shooting all the bad guys.

    What to do next? Well the woman is dead, and he can’t just leave that kid there, amidst the mad-men. So he wraps baby up, and removing his own sock to keep baby’s head warm, and off he goes to find a lactating prostitute. Kid’s gotta eat.

    Initially, he tries to pawn baby off, what does this tough guy know about babies after all. But once again, his conscious, his true nature bubbles up, and he dons his super-saving baby cape/private dick personality. He personally solves the complex crime set-up and single-handedly, saves baby, the surrogate lactating hooker-mom, and hence, himself. And a happy nipple sucking ending is had by all.

    Conclusion:
    Clive Owen, savior of babies, savior of us all.


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  • Better Presidents (than the one we’ve got)

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    Dave  (1993)

    Air Force One  (1997)

    Idiocracy  (2006)

    Remember the days when the American Presidency was honorable? When the white man in charge of the rest of us was a symbol of heroism, strength, grand-fatherhood, power and hope? He was the American Dream personified; a symbolic pillar of our nation’s pride, wealth, freedom and justice. Remember? Well, neither do we, but we do seem to recall such references being made to our past Presidents’ noble statures in our ratty, broken-binding Public School history textbooks – the ones that covered current American History all the way up to the fine and memorable presidency of William Taft.

    Patriotism lives in our heart of hearts, after all. And in honor of what the US Presidency should be, or at least, should aspire to be, here is a list of fictional film Presidents who, for all their faults, are still better than our current White House Resident-Evil.

    The American President – President Andrew Shepherd’s major flaw is horniness. Lonely widower wants to make time with a hotty environmental lobbyist. And what’s wrong with that? Well, Americans like their Presidents either in sexless marriages or completely virginal, for one, and opposition Senator Rumsom really knows how to hit below the belt. He attacks the Prez on the grounds of moral corruption, and the lady on the ground of “Grand Slut-itude” with the usual right-wing flourish for keeping sex in the headlines and on the minds of the very American People who claim to abhor it. But President Shepherd knows there’s what’s right and there’s what’s right, and sticking up for his lady rather than siding with the Phantom Moral American Electorate, despite his poll numbers, makes him the bigger man in the end.

    Air Force One – It’s fairly hard to find any weakness in Harrison Ford’s portrayal of the ass-kicking President James Marshall, save one, and it’s a big one: He NEGOTIATES WITH THE TERRORISTS!! The first rule of American Presidenting, the very first thing they teach in Presidenting 101, is that, We the American People NEVER Negotiate with Terrorists. Unfortunately, President Marshall breaks that rule here when under duress, to save his daughter’s life. Huh. But do we hold that against him, when looking upon his administration’s legacy within the historical context of the film? No, because he made up for it in spades by kicking ass in major ways, killing the bad guys, the bad guys helpers, and saving the day.

    Dave – This guy really puts our current “leader” to shame. He is everything that W claims to be, just a normal, beer-drinking kind of guy with a no-nonsense view of the world, and simplistic solutions to complex policy problems. The difference? Dave actually solves the problems, explains the issues with clever antidotes, and gets his cabinet to agree to self-explanatory, meaningful budget cuts for the greater good of furthering actual policy. We suspect the fact that Dave has a 5th grader’s command of the English language is giving him a bit of a unfair advantage when in direct comparison to George, so maybe we are bit being a bit unfairly biased here. But P.S., he's not even really the president, and he still does a better job.

    Idiocracy – There is no better way to describe the smack-down awesomeness of President Camacho than as evidenced by his State of the Union speech: “Shit. I know shit's bad right now, with all that starving bullshit. I understand everyone's shit's emotional right now.” He knows how to sway a crowd, speak moronically to the masses, pass blame around a room and make plenty of empty promises. Well then, how is he better than Bush you might ask? Simple. He admits when he is wrong. He may have condemned Secretary of the Interior Not Sure to death for failure to fix “all the shit’s that’s fucked up,” but when he finds out that Not Sure in fact, DID fix up all that shit, he stopped the public execution by Extreme Monster Truck Elimination. Now that’s the kind of president we want in our corner. Ding!

    Conclusion: Needless to say, there is hardly anything earth shattering being stated here. At this point, anyone, from the idealistically- portrayed, Hollywood movie characters, all the way down the line to that guy outside our office eating the last quarter of week-old burrito from a trash can, would do a better job than our W.

    Only 17 months to go…


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  • Footloose – How to Turn Your Town Around in Four Easy Steps

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    Footloose  (1984)

    The Curator has been working so hard. We keep punching our card. Eight hours - for what? Oh, tell us what we got. We get this feeling…that time's just holding us down. We’ll hit the ceiling, or else we'll tear up this town.

    But what to do about it? What we need is an action plan.


    FIRST - We Got to Turn You Around

    We’ll do that by showing you, in not uncertain terms, why our back-water small town and it’s “laws” are jacked. Dry town? Sure, we can see that. Hicks hate everything but church and guns anyway, and teenagers have absolutely no desire to experiment with the spirits, so they’ll never miss it.

    But pass a law against dancing? Jump back. That’s just asking for trouble. Why? Because when a big town hero like Ren moves in, a guy who likes his music loud and hopin’ and his VW bug a-rockin’, he’s gonna start some trouble. He’s got an attitude that needs watching, to be sure, and he is just the kind of hero that we need.

    He’ll begin his discourse with an initial vocalization his discontent, and by the breaking of a few “rules”. But it will be enough to rattle the establishment, to encourage a bit of intro-level disobedience. Some folk’ll start to doubt the seemingly perfect air of righteousness permeating this town.

    SECOND - You put your feet on the ground

    Kick off your Sunday shoes and stand firm. You're playing so cool, obeying every rule. But if you dig way down in your heart, you’ll find that you're yearning, burning, for someone to tell you that life ain’t passing you by.

    So what are you waiting for? First of all don’t let a little thing like an all-powerful Reverend or intimidating town hall meeting get in your way. Speak from your heart, and believe in your dreams. And if the best argument that you can come up with is, “It’s Our Time Dance,” then “Our Time to Dance” it is.

    THIRD - Now take a hold of your soul

    You can fly if you'd only…
    This is what empty warehouses, school gymnasiums and the vague unused spaces of stretching farmland are for. And thanks to the corporate-ization of America, your town should have plenty of those.

    Here is where you take your frustration out at being held back in the first place (solo-gymnastic-inspired dancing sequences) and the betterment of the lives of others (teaching hopelessly uncoordinated shit kickers how to get jiggy.) Soon you will realize that not only are these spaces perfect for self-discovery and some heart-felt, intense soul searching, but are also useable for the greater good, for the showcase of your teen-spirit, your life-affirming dance of the small-town gods!

    FOUR - Whooooooooa, I'm turning it…loose…FOOTLOOSE!

    Initially, everyone may appear a bit intimidated by this new life-order, but give them a break, they’ve never even danced before. Lives have been changed, stereotypes have been exploded. All that you’ll need for the final push is an ass-shaking Kenny Loggins tune to get this party started.

    Here at last, is where you may reap your reward. Not only is Prom a complete success, but you have succeeded in effectively opening the eyes of all those stodgy, fun-killing, religious wackos in your town’s high political positions. Now dance you fool! And enjoy the self-satisfied sparkle that you emit, touching everyone in your wake.


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  • Chic vs. Hick - The Power of the Nonsexual-Homosexual Friendship

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    Thelma & Louise  (1991)

    Tombstone  (1993)

    Friends. What would the world be like without that buddy you rely on? The laughter you share. The one you can always drunk dial, confess sins you wouldn't tell a priest to, or drive off a cliff with?

    But will your friends kill for you? A lot? Willingly die? Maybe you haven't had a chance to put that one to the test yet. The Curator begs to question, does sex matter? Let's find out.

    The Films: Thelma and Louise, Tombstone

    Viewing order importance: Either will do, but recommended as above. Because the Curator says so.

    Thelma and Louise
    : A fine example of chic-flickiness, directed by Ridley Scott. Yes, Ridley Scott, with a plethora of wonderful co-stars that the Curator will resist writing about as we are wont to sometimes do. Abusive men and monotonous jobs set these 2 off on a date with destiny. Everything packed? Well let's see, scarves, sunglasses, fishing net, gun....wait GUN? Thelma what are you doing with that? Uh oh, here comes trouble.

    These ladies were just out for a bit of fun, some good Ol’ Fashioned Honky Tonk Bar Dancing fun. But it's a good thing that gun is handy when Thelma almost gets raped in the parking lot, inspiring the birth of....the Toxic-Shock Avengers!! Females on the run, and ready to take no shit. Louise is ready to kill a man with his pants around his ankles in Alabama for her friend. That takes some ovaries. So what else will a girl do for another?

    Well Thelma finally gets laid proper by the torso known as Brad Pitt, but that sneak steals all of Louise's money. Fucker! So to make up for it, Thelma turns to armed robbery. Not bad, not bad. But THEN! Thelma stuffs a cop in the trunk for Louise, and they both take on the gross truck-driving tongue guy. They've officially found their crime niche, and are pretty bad ass by now. But hunted. "How many times will they have to get screwed over?" muses our Harvey Keitel, one of only 2 friendly man types in this film? In the final fateful standoff, they decide to die together, rather than be taken alive. Thelma suggests, Louise agrees, a kiss, a hand grasp and off the cliff we go. Damn, that's tough ladies.

    Tombstone: Already filled with manly comments such as "I'm your huckleberry," "Skin it," "Pull out that smoke wagon," and "Wyatt Earp is my friend," one wonders how much better it can get. Let us see how far man will go for other man.

    First you've got the brothers, perennial co-stars Sam Elliott and Bill Paxton, who schlep their wives out to Arizona to be with brother Wyatt, and then you've got Val Kilmer, pre-facial mole removal, and glittery with laboring sweat as the fabu Doc Holliday. And all are be-decked with mustache. We are off to a grand beginning.

    It's all fun and games at the start, boys making money, bonding over barroom drinks with the wives tucked safely at home, slowly addicting themselves to Opium. But when they need a "new sheriff in town," the brothers have a rift. Co-stars feel it's their duty, but Wyatt doesn't want to get involved. He reluctantly does when the cowboys are waiting for some man-slaughter at the OK Corral. Step up, Mr. Holliday. He is always ready to die for Wyatt. When Wyatt tells him its not his concern Doc says "That is a hell of a thing for YOU to say to ME." Well.

    Gun fire craziness and the battle is won, but those cowboys are out for revenge. Kill Bill, maim Sam, and the wives are out of there. That leaves Wyatt, Doc and some cowboy defectors to close this deal. When it comes to the final showdown, Wyatt knows he can't beat that crazy Ringo. To save his friend Doc pulls himself out of his lunger bed, bleeding from the mouth, and finishes that guy off with the quickest gun-pull that side of the mighty Miss. We consider this quite a feat, considering the Curator can hardly get out up out of a chair after smoking a couple cigarettes. In the end, Doc is only taken out by the TB, after sending Wyatt off to his unending happiness.

    Conclusion: It doesn't appear that sex matters much in the “willing to die for your friend category.” It could be just the circumstances, or the timing. The moral is, if you have that friend, the one you think will step up, hang on tight to that sweaty, scarf-sporting, gun-toting maniac. You never know when you're gonna need them.


  • Can't Get No Respect

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    The Films:
    The Color of Money, Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith
    A back-to-back mentor bitch slap!

    Just when you think your surly pupils couldn't get anymore ungrateful for all your sacrifices, they betray you and beat you at your own game. And try to kill you. Sons-a-bitches.....

    One teaches by pool cue, one by light saber, but the story is the same. Where Fast Eddie says, "Money won is twice as sweet as money earned," Vince Lauria and Anakin Skywalker would simultaneously whine, "But it's thrrreeeeee times as AWESOME when you use your mentor’s best moves to trick him, take the easy route through the pool hall/the dark side and THEN win ANYWAY showing all the haters who doubted that I am really SO much better than stupid old meany-pants! That’ll show him not to misunderestimate me again!"

    These damn kids, so smug about their "powers," letting their egos get in the way of peace, justice, The Force, and pool hustling. A little humility for the greater good, can we? But no! Whether it’s the short term pay off of 20 bucks in the pocket, or turning to the dark side....sighs....these Senseis get no respect!

    Viewing order: Either/or

    The Color of Money: Paul Newman sees in Tom Cruise his younger self, an eager, haughty, yet talented 9-Ball player. His hair is perfect, as is his game. What he lacks is discipline, and a wee sense of modesty, all things that Fast Eddie Felson can teach him on a whirlwind, desperate-bid-at-the-fountain-of-youth, pool hall road-trip. If only Vince would play along! Has he learned nothing? Ooooh he’s so smug! Flashing that talent around, showing off. When Eddie gets schooled by Forest Whitaker in front of Vince, the relationship falls apart. There is then a very exciting Battle of the Cues in Atlantic City, where Fast Eddie is at first vindicated by winning the match. Respect your elders, Vince! But that damn kid comes back and throws money in Eddie’s face! Claiming to have “thrown the game.” DAMN IT! How can this never ending cycle be resolved? Eh, let’s hit the road again together.

    Moral: Youthful showoffs triumph over old fogey.

    Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith: It’s been a couple years or so since Anakin got it on legally, albeit secretly, with Padme. Now knockin’ the boots on a semi-regular basis, he turns his dissatisfactory nature to feeling under appreciated at the office. And who is most responsible? Obi-Wan of course. For all he ever did was raise him like a son, teach him everything he knows, and support him for the last 10 years. What a dick!! Anakin is SOOOO sick of Obi-Wan bossing him around, and decides his only way out is a short cut to the top, via the Dark Side Super-Highway. And since you always hurt the ones you love, Obi-Wan has got to go. Light saber Battle Royale ensues on hell-like planet somewhere near the outer rim. Both warriors constantly claim their skill is superior to the other, but Obi-Wan declares victory, claiming he has the “higher ground.” But Anakin shows him. Never mind his lack of legs, arms and skin. Dude gets remade into the biggest, baddest, blackest half man, half robot that side of the Milky Way, and Obi-Wan has to go kick it in the deserts of Tatooine for the next 20 years, drowning his sorrows in the dive bars of Mos Eisley, again the reluctant father.

    Moral: The high road leads to a long fall. Live fast, burn young, and become a bad ass.

    Grade: F for Fuckin’ Ungrateful Brats!!


  • True Love and Dating Advice – Leçons de l'amour from the 1980’s

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    Crocodile Dundee  (1986)

    Relationship on the rocks? Love life gone awry? Spending too many Saturday nights alone, washing your hair? Well, dear reader, you have not done your homework. Everything you need to know to have a successful love life you should have learned long ago, in the mid-1980’s.

    Examples you ask? But of course! The three most important lessons of the successful love affair can be learned, right here, from:

    The Breakfast Club, Desperately Seeking Susan, Crocodile Dundee

    Lesson 1 - You CAN TOO Change Someone (The Breakfast Club)

    Stereotypes are very easy to overcome. High school cliques are only as powerful as the kids who believe in them, so let's break down these walls! All we need is a little pot to lose our inhibitions. Jocks aren't so bad! They feel as sensitively as the nerds do. The bad guy isn't really so "bad" either, in fact, he may even sacrifice himself for the good of everyone else! And people really care about each other! Even though all your actual high school experience may tell you differently, all you need is 8 hours locked in a room together, some drugs, a couple of tears, and some soul searching confessions, and everyone can work out 100 years of high school clique programming. And fall in love. If the object of your desire doesn’t appear to be changing, you really must not be trying hard enough. When all else fails, blame yourself. And try again.

    Lesson 2 - Looks Are Everything (Desperately Seeking Susan)

    A makeover can, and WILL change everything about your life, because looks are everything. Think your life is boring and unexciting? Well, there’s nothing a quick shopping spree won’t fix. Got your eye on a snazzy, second-hand jacket? Go ahead with that purchase young lady. And what’s this in my pocket - a mysterious key? Well, open your heart to me, crazy black jacket, and let’s see what sort of alter ego we can collaboratively come up with. Whoops! Now I’ve got amnesia! Darn it all. But luckily, I found a suitcase full of crap, black eyeliners, and stolen jewelry, so I can become my own hero: a crazy, flighty, punk rock slut with an affinity for being in the wrong place at the right time. A few misadventures later, and I’ve become Madonna’s best friend, ditched the boring suburban life, and found me the man of my dreams. Thank you, accidental make-over!!

    Lesson 3 - Opposites Attract = Smart Dating Advice (Crocodile Dundee)

    Bored Newspaper heiress seeks adventure “down under.” Wanted: Craggily faced native for long walk-a-bouts, near death experience by ‘gator, and long, simplistic musings under the light of the Australian moon, eventually ending up in a gratuitous SECOND “fish-out-of-water scenario” in New York City.

    Just because you and your new soul mate come from different worlds doesn’t mean you shouldn’t dive head first into the shallow end, attempting to prove everyone else wrong. By all means. What we know from extensive analysis of Crocodile Dundee is this: every major life change one undertakes will end happily. Love conquers all. All you need is love. As long as you are in love, you'll always have a happy ending with a complete stranger after hangin' in the bush for 2 days. And dont be afraid to kick off your shoes, chase down your loved one through the streets of Manhattan, and participate in a romantic, modern-day game of "telephone" in a crowded subway.

    Lesson recap: Try to change someone, looks are everything, and happy endings are real. Follow this advice. Follow it to the end, to the death! You will never be disappointed, and your life will be filled with joy. Now go forth, and love someone. Hard.


  • B4 24 - The Passion of Kiefer Sutherland

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    Flatliners  (1990)

    The Lost Boys  (1987)

    Young Guns  (1988)

    Kiefer Sutherland is a passionate man. Indeed, how could anyone who has ever sat through one episode of 24, with Kiefer alternating between his soft intense snarl, and his flat-out crazed roaring ever accuse him of passionlessness? We suspect the war on terror would have ended in early 2002, had the government actually employed such a solider. Imagine Kiefer, staggering over the rocky mountain passes of Afghanistan, sneaking up on Taliban fighters, MacGyver-ing some torture devise out of his personal, stand-by nipple clamps and some rogue lightning, while grabbing them by their scruffy necks and growling, “I need you to take me to Bin Laden, and I need you to do it NOW.”

    But what of the early years? Has Kiefer always been so intense, or has his life as a Federal Counter-Terrorism Field Op hardened his demeanor, forcing him to put aside all of his own interests, for the good of all of us ungrateful, unpatriotic, and clueless Angelinos?

    Let us take a look and rate: Lost Boys, Young Guns, Flatliners

    The Lost Boys

    Kiefer leads a pack of swellheaded vampires and is looking to expand the family. They may indeed appear to be a harmless bunch of pseudo rock star wannabes, guilty only of raiding a high school band uniform store for their wears, but it is leadership that keeps them in check.

    Kiefer first targets the young Jason Patric as a food source, but quickly comes to realize he was in error by initially deciding to sacrifice such a strong addition. Was it Jason's willingness to participate in a motorcycle race? Or was it his eagerness to eat worms, maggots and drink blood? His inability to resist the monotonous chanting of “Join Us”? Whatever the case, Kiefer knows a good bet when he sees it. This of course sets Kiefer in opposition to young heart throbs, Coreys Haim and Feldman. He must have known what he was up against by antagonizing the impenetratible force-field that was “The Coreys.” But stick to his vampiric ideals he does, even to his death, as is forced-through “by stereo.”

    Passion rating: 4 fangs.
    Youthful passion and belief in one’s chosen life style more than adequately displayed, misguided as it may be.

    Young Guns

    Starring as cowboy and plagiarizing poet Josiah Gordon “Doc” Scurlock, Kiefer here is one of Billy the Kids’ gang from imagined beginnings. He steals the show by demonstrating his understated sensitivity whilst swimming in a sea of testosterone. Doc is quick on the draw in a fight, always there for a pal, and damn if he can’t sweep a Celestial woman off her feet with some lifted Shakespeare or Edgar Allen Poe. His flower bunch may be withered, but it is the thought that counts, and fresh flowers are particularly hard to come by in the wilds of eastern New Mexico, we can attest. He may not always agree with the gang mentality, but he’ll be there, stepping in where needed, most of the time.

    Passion rating: 3 1/2 wilted flower petals.
    Passion for the lady strongly represented, but not equally so for the boys. Dicks should at least be on equal footing with chicks.

    Flatliners

    Kiefer’s passion is contagious in Flatliners, as he infects four of his fellow med students with a lust to discover what lay beyond the grave. These five doctors in training decide to step on God’s toes and kill themselves, relying on their fellow egomaniacal students to bring them back to life, for the greater good of finding out what exactly happens. Passion? Oh yes. When the group discovers they have brought their haunted pasts into the present, Kiefer’s not too proud to get his ass kicked by some kid. Repeatedly. It’s all for the good of the plot after all, and far be it from Kiefer to ever stray from the object of his character’s intensity.

    Passion rating: 5 heart blips.
    Angry, narcissistic and with a God-complex to boot, followed by vulnerability and humble acceptance of the Universe? Kiefer, you had us at “Today is a good day to die.”

    Conclusion: 24 ain’t got nothing new.


    Originally posted on:Dollar Video Curator

  • The Lord of the Dance

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    Dirty Dancing  (1987)

    "First dance. First love. The time of your life."

    Dirty Dancing - that quintessentially classic film and required viewing for all pre-teen girls. The film that spawned an unfortunate resurgence of interest in early 60's pop music, and a breadth of bad fashion throw-backs. A coming-of-age film, a thinly veiled sex-instructional. A film about rebellion, and innocence lost...the Curator is drooling.

    On the eve of its 20th anniversary, a rare, private screening has been arranged. So get your Keds on, roll up those cut-offs, and get ready to vastly change over the course of a three week summer vacation. Here comes everything you you’ve ever wanted to know about Dirty Dancing….a 3-Part analysis on the life and growth of Baby.

    Part 1 - Nobody Puts Baby in the Catskills

    We open on a happy scene, a family driving off to a long overdue summer vacation in the Catskills. Innocence is established with cutesy teen “Baby,” hugging dad on the neck from the back seat while “Big Girls Don’t Cry” plays softly in the background. It is apparent our Baby is growing up. She may be still naïve, but she is ripe for discovery.

    The happy family arrives at happy vacation spot, and it turns out dear old dad is best pals with resort owner. The fam’ will be receiving extra special treatment. Oh yeah they will, in BOY form. First thing Baby does is snoop around and eavesdrop. She overhears old man Kellerman encouraging the waiters to show the daughters a good time, “even the dogs.”

    But then….enter Johnny Castle, who tells Robbie the waiter to, “Just put your pickle on everybody's plate college boy and leave the hard stuff to me.” Oh my. Now the Curator can only imagine what he means by this phrase. Perhaps a bit of constructive criticism on his waitering technique? Whatever the case, when Baby sees Johnny and Penny dance the Mambo together later that night, she gets a bit of a funny feeling inside.

    Part 2 - Baby Crawls out of the Playpen

    Kellerman’s is BORING! What’s a girl to do while the folks Foxtrot? I guess I’ll go on a walk…..Huh, Staff Quarters, No Guests….Wonder what could be going on up there….Wowza! What are these kids doing? Sheesh, they’re almost screwing on the floor! Dirty dancing has arrived!

    “Wanna try it?” asks friendly boy-type Billy who also just so happens to be Johnny Castle’s cousin. “Uh-uh,” Baby shakes her head, looking down at the floor. Boys have cooties!

    But Baby soon proves unable to resist that beckoning finger call from Mr. Castle, she is drawn to the dance floor, thus receiving her first instructional from Johnny, a bit of masturbation if you will. Roll this way, Baby, thrust that way, Baby. It all happened so fast, and just when she is beginning to “get it,” it’s over. But there’s no turning back for Baby after that taste.

    Fortunately, Ex-Rockette/Dance Instructor Penny gets herself “into trouble.” Then, Baby learns a cruel lesson, not all boys are honorable! You mean that she’s preggers and the boy KNOWS and won’t HELP! Unheard of! But seeing how this is her chance to Mambo her way into the hot man’s arms, Baby gets Penny some money to “take care of it,” and some free dance lessons. Now she must learn the very dance she saw only days before, courtesy of Johnny “All the Right Moves” Castle.

    While learning all the steps and twirls, Baby is exposed to some light, friendly lesbian play and a quickie threesome, but the true lesson comes only with the lifts. The Lifts!!

    She must run and leap through the air graceful as can be, a soaring eagle, a sexually liberated woman. And it’s all about trust. Johnny tells her, “Now, you'll hurt me if you don't trust me, all right?” Awe, a metaphor for a real, live relationship. Our Baby is growing up. Sniff. But, she fucks up it during the big show. Ooops. Guess Baby still has a few things to learn.

    Part 3 – Baby Learns to Fly

    After the big show Baby gets another harsh lesson from dear old Dad. Turns out she lied to him about what the money she gave Penny was for and now he doesn’t trust her anymore. So she runs to The Swayze for a bit of comfort, and a good old fashioned, wholesome, free-range sausage party. “Do you love me now that I can dance?” Indeed. Post-doin’ it, Johnny suddenly realized he is not on a first name basis with the girl he just boned, and has the class to ask her about it. To which he replies, “Frances. That's a real grown up name.” Good come back, Johnny! But, he is correct. Baby has simultaneously shed her virginity and her ridiculous childhood in one fell stroke, arriving with a short, heel-burning skid into womanhood. Now if only there was a chance to somehow have another dance scene so she could perfect that darn lift….

    But meanwhile, sex can’t solve all her problems. Baby is discovering that the world is not the place she thought it was, that somehow her sheltered existence bedecked in rose-colored glasses didn’t prepare her for the harsh realities of the real world. Huh. When Johnny is accused of stealing wallets, Baby has to own up as his alibi. Strong girl that she is, she announces to the entire resort, “Johnny couldn’t have taken the wallet. I know it. I just know it. Because he was in his room all night. And the reason I know he was in his room all night is that because he was fucking the shit of me.” For some reason Dad reacts badly to this, as does resort owner, and Johnny gets fired.

    Baby/Francis is a broken girl/woman. The world has crumbled around her. Cruel World! The Swayze has driven off into the…driving rain, alone with his thoughts that take on a poignant, musical form(a song deserving of permanent adhesion in the Movie Music Hall of Fame), and Dad is so angry he infamously puts Baby….uh, somewhere out of the way.

    But there may yet be one last chance for Baby to blossom. The Swayze returns, record in hand, and asks Miss Francis Houseman to “Have the Time of Her Life” while strutting her stuff in Mambo form. The audiences’ breath is held….the lift….will she be able to trust Johnny, trust herself, put aside all she knows while embracing the future in all its scariness, and take flight into Womanhood????

    Ladies and Gentleman, Francis has left the building.


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  • The Massively Underused Allison Janney

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    The Ice Storm  (1997)

    American Beauty  (1999)

    Are you aware that Allison Janney rules the skool? Possibly not, cause she’s seldom seen. She’s in a couple of upcomings, but has been spending an awful lot of time on TV lately, (Whatever, West Wing) rarely gracing the Curator’s shelves with her co-starring phenomenon, a gushing, bubbly waterfall of reddish hair and sharp knifed laughter. Her parts may be sparse but she packs a punch.

    We will look at: 10 Things I Hate About You, The Ice Storm, American Beauty

    10 Things I Hate About You

    Our Ms. Janney clocks a total of 4 minutes in this teeny-flick as guidance councilor “Ms. Perky,” but manages to do more in those couple minutes than the rest of the cast does in 97. Combined. Her accomplishments include writing a romance novel on the company dime whilst brushing the kiddies and their nonsense problems aside, and putting dopey little shits Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Julia Stiles and Heath Ledger in their places faster than you can say “I hope I get to play a gay cowboy someday to add some weight to my miserably fluffy resume.” Go Allison, Go!

    The Ice Storm

    Allison co-stars awesomely as Dot Halford, otherwise known as “the lady who has the key party.” Her part may be small, but she plays an ever important role: that of the woman who has the party. The party that forces everyone to confront their morality, sexuality, comfort zones, the ever valuable tool of peer pressure, and the limitations of screwing in an early-70’s model family sedan.

    American Beauty

    Here Janney darkens up the screen as Barbara Fitts, mother to our diamond-in-the-rough, filmmaker-in-training, non-traditional beauty loving Ricky Fitts, and wife to “shocking” homophobe/homosexual Col. Frank Fitts. She starkly sits in a room devoid of dust and soul, as if pushed to the corner of casting room of life, always a bridesmaid, never a bride.

    Summary:

    Short concise post, short concise woman. You are never invisible in our eye. Rock on Ms. Janney.


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