THE SECOND SIGN OF THE APOCALYPSE

OK, maybe I actually need to rethink this Jewish thing. The opening weekend’s gross of Mel’s Passion is obviously the first sign, and now tonight, courtesy of Mike Fleiss and the great Satan itself (a/k/a the Fox network) we now have Forever Eden. Not that there were any great expectations here, but why isn’t thisContinue reading “THE SECOND SIGN OF THE APOCALYPSE”

YOUR ASSIGNMENT, SHOULD YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT …

Alright, this has got to stop. Apparently, our fellow citizens (no offense to my enormous international following) think that Mr. Gibson is in fact the Christ. At least that’s the case for $125.1-Million worth of citizens, through Sunday. Were I not Jewish (permitting me to not believe in such a thing), I would find thisContinue reading “YOUR ASSIGNMENT, SHOULD YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT …”

EULOGIES APLENTY: MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING?

Has the grande damme of them all (I’m sure she appreciates that, especially since I don’t fall under any of the three groups of people in her post) had the only site she did update on a semi-regular basis permanently removed from the Blogosphere? It was the great mystery of the day (it is onlyContinue reading “EULOGIES APLENTY: MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING?”

I DIDN’T SAY IT WASN’T BORING

The ubiquitous Gothamist disagrees with me on the Joe Roth appreciation, and reliving the show through the recap almost makes me agree. However, I maintain that the damn show will always be boring, yet like that one last glass of whiskey that pushed us over the edge of the gleaming porcelain, we’ll keep coming backContinue reading “I DIDN’T SAY IT WASN’T BORING”

My Bologna Has a First Name, It’s O-S-C-A-R

I can’t exactly keep my mouth shut about the Oscars even though I talked more than enough about them yesterday, and there is this sort of post-traumatic-stress-disorder that accompanies the aftermath of the awards each year. But I’ll try to keep it brief. Especially since I could never compete with Uncle Grambo’s, minute-by-minute recap. I’veContinue reading “My Bologna Has a First Name, It’s O-S-C-A-R”