Saturday Open Thread 

Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling in La La Land. Not Oscar worthy, but a good and noble effort and nod to movie musicals. It’s worth a watch.

 It’s also proof that they can make sweet/bittersweet romances without filth.

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Friday Open Thread 

Johnny Cash played at Folsom State Prison on this date in 1968.

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From The Trailer Park - XX

A horror anthology film directed by women. Looks creepy AF, in other words, right up my alley.

Thursday Open Thread 

The New York Jets beat the Baltimore Colts 16-7 in Super Bowl III on tbis date in 1968

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No Doubt.

From The Trailer Park: National Treasure (Hulu)

“It’s a witch-hunt!”

Oooh, That's Gotta Hurt


Mike Rowe was asked his opinion of Meryl Streep’s speech at the Golden Globes. He responded thusly:

In 1986, I took my girlfriend to see the movie Aliens. She didn’t want to go. Said she hated science fiction. I told her to broaden her horizons, and try something outside her comfort zone. She finally agreed.
In the lobby of the multiplex, I was getting the popcorn and the Junior Mints, and she was waiting for me with a giant Coca-Cola by the door of the auditorium, which the usher was about to close.

“Hurry Michael! The previews are starting!”

We made it with seconds to spare and settled into our seats just in time to see eight minutes of coming attractions, followed by the opening credits for a Meryl Streep film cared “Heartburn.”

“Oh crap,” I said, “we’re in the wrong theater.” I stood up but she grabbed the back of my belt, pulling me back into the seat.

“Oh look!” she said. It’s Meryl Streep! She’s such a wonderful actress.”

“Well,” I said, “she was great in Sophie’s Choice, but I don’t want to see a love story. I want to go to space, “where no one can hear me scream.”

“Oh, and look,” she said. “Jack Nicholson is in it too! And hey…it’s a Mike Nichols film! He’s terrific! Let’s just stay and watch this one. Ok?”

“But I want to see Aliens,” I said.

“But it’s Meryl Streep,” she said.

“But I hate these kinds of movies,” I said.

“Well,” she said, “maybe you should broaden your horizons, and try something outside your comfort zone?”

So, instead of watching Sigourney Weaver sashay around a spaceship in tiny underpants, fighting aliens that popped out of her crew mates abdomens, I watched Meryl Streep pretend to fall in love with Jack Nicholson. Afterwards, we got into an argument at Bennigan’s and broke up during the appetizer. All in all, one of the worst dates I’ve ever had, thanks in part to a truly unconvincing performance.

But I’d sooner go through it all again, before watching a repeat of The Golden Globes.

Can I get a “Boom. Roasted”? And for the record, he’s right. Heartburn sucked.

Wednesday Open Thread