Tom Brady, NFL, Want Sexist Idiocy to Prevail

For Love of Money

DATELINE: Return of KooKoo Bird Antonio Brown

Your NFL might be game spoilers, but they are contemptuous of society’s rules of good faith and good manners. Yes, they have shown their hypocrisy again by caving in to the whims of Tom Brady, that traitor slug whose personal looks are as fake as his so called family values.

Now a pirate-headed shot-caller in Trumpabay, Tom left leftist New England for the land of no income tax: Florida. Like the true Trumpist he is, he has no sense of shame when it comes to his racism.

It’s not America that Tom wants Great. It’s himself.

He has befriended mental case Antonio Brown, not for altruistic reasons, but for good old-fashioned plain greedy reasons. He wants to prove what a great quarterback he is—and he is calling for the talent he wants, even if the rest of the world is horrified.

Antonio Brown is a walking text book for sexism, misogyny and rape. So, family man Tom Brady wants him as his receiver. He even let this nutcase live in his house for a few weeks in New England. Wife and kids be damned.

The Patriots and sex toy Robert Kraft (even Belichick the Cheat, could not abide Antonio Brown and released him.

Now Tom’s hissy-fit antics in Tampa have caused HC Bruce Ariens to go against his political instincts and become the new Bruce Aryans. Yes, he will do whatever fascist Tom Brady requests. He too wants to win.

The NFL is like that: money over integrity, bull-headed control over common sense, racism and sexism over logic and science. It’s Trump’s guys gone wild.

We can only hope that Brown will not deliver the packages and Brady will be a Tampa Dud. However, we expect our Proud Boys will line up behind Tom Brady. It’s a year of pandemic gold.

 

 

 

 

 

Hunt for a Missing Masterpiece!

DATELINE:  Raphael’s Young Man Abducted

For over 70 years, one of the premiere items from a Krakow art museum has been missing, plundered and stolen by Nazi terrorists in the early 1940s. The work, by Raphael, is the remarkable Portrait of a Young Man. Today, if it is located, the value is put at around $100million.

If you want someone with expertise and knowledge to be the centerpiece of a miniseries on Nazi Treasure Hunters,you would likely call on James Holland who also examined such diverse issues as Nazi pep pills.

You don’t need much incentive to go looking for a impressive Raphael Renaissance painting. It was one of three the museum owned: a Leonardo and Rembrandt were the others. It’s a small but extraordinary trio.

Only Raphael’s fey young man in a black beret remains lost.

Most interesting is the fact that elderly sons of powerful Nazi leaders are more than willing to criticize their fathers and their ruthless attitude. Hans Frank’s youngest son called his father “a cultured killer,” and he believed his mother sold the Raphael for food after the war when her executed husband left her to raise children without funds or help. He didn’t think much of his parents, as his mother called herself “Queen of Poland,” only half in jest during the Nazi occupation.

The painting was the victim of a tug of war between Goering and Frank for two years before Hitler tired of their bickering to send it back to Krakow—and a fate under the control of an art restorer who had rejected Nazism and was sent to Poland as a punishment.

As often happens in these shows, they have set up a public forum to flush out the lost painting. Maybe it will hit the news, but the picture may be in some attic in Silesia. Or it will be sold to a billionaire Saudi who collects private art, never again to be seen (sort of like the Leonardo sold at auction a few years ago)>

Another Tree Stands Defenseless to the Onslaught!

DATELINE: Witness to History   

 

Winchendon Springs, Massachusetts, has the worst record for not protecting history that I, as an author and historian, have ever encountered. Over decades, key buildings have been razed, and a cavalier attitude of a somewhat less than helpful historical society masquerades as a town body.

 

In the latest incarnation of sad anti-historical activity, the new owners of a location going back to the 1820s have routinely ignored the past in pursuit of profit. They have systematically dismantled the area’s past.

The Mill Circle Equestrian Center acts like it has the right to do whatever it wants. It is typically run by people with a chip on their shoulders—and horses to corral. 

In the past days, they took down a tree planted by Nelson White in 1850. Yes, the grand maple was 170 years old—and lately some limbs came off in bad wind storms.

We hate to see a living witness to history be taken down, limb by limb. The magnificent tree had some core rot at the top, but it was left standing upright. It deserved care and treatment, not execution.

Perhaps the coming seasons will bring new growth and resurrection. The tree once grew over the famed cold mineral spring that healed so many in the 19thcentury.

It oversaw the notorious murder of a peddler under its shade on the Fourth of July in 1826.  It was on the family property, near the gazebo where two victims of the Titanic once played as children.

Now the hulk stands denuded, not quite a stump, not cut to the nub. Yet, it is a pathetic reminder that time fells all—the deserving and undeserving.

Giddy new owners and neighbors seemed to revel in the tree’s demise. We were saddened to see it fall piece by piece. The neighborhood’s beauty has been diminished.

New Book from Ossurworld

DATELINE: Comedy Tonight! 

When you do movie review blogs for ten years, you soon have quite a backlog of films. Some remain popular year after year. We have never been able to predict which reviews will be favorites of the reading public. 

However, many blogs are read several times during the first week they appear—and thence go into one of those black holes in the center of the galaxy.

We –my tapeworm and I—have decided to gather together some of the lesser read blog reviews under a general heading. We figure out of a pile of thousands, we can find about 100 that are interesting.

So, we began compiling movies according to genre (like suspense, Sherlock Holmes, UFOs,  and the like). 

We were surprised there were a good many comedies. We generally don’t watch those films, or don’t review them. You may not realie that I only print out the films that are largely interesting, well-done, unusual, or seem metaphoric of the era.

When we gathered together Comedy Tonight, it had some of our favorites, and some we had forgotten.  Actually our book on Westerns is selling briskly.  All the reviews are based on some college courses taught years ago in another life as a professor of film studies.

Among the marvelous comedy movies, we found Elaine May’s A New Leaf with Walter Matthau as a fortune hunter going after a millionaire botanist. We recalled The Loved One that featured Liberace and Rod Steiger as funeral directors in a California mortuary. We had forgotten about Follow That Camel  with Phil Silvers playing his alter ego, Sgt. Bilko out in the desert as a foreign legionnaire—or marvelous Peter O’Toole playing a version of Errol Flynn in My Favorite Year.

Oh, yeah, there are a few stinkeroos that we advise you to avoid.

Our reviews always seemed to be in some kind of humor rivalry with the actual film under review. Yet, we think if you want a collection of recommendations, this little volume might do the trick. It’s available, of course, in both e-book and print versions on Amazon.

We prefer the one for smart-readers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rhonda Fleming, 97, Fades Away

Alias Jesse James, 1959 with Bob Hope

DATELINE: Smart and Lovely

To hear that Rhonda Fleming had passed away was an anticlimax. She had been out of public eye for twenty or thirty years. And her age was given as 97. She was not cheated out of time, but her film career cheated her out of nearly everything else.

In the 1960s when she was fairly done as a smart leading lady, she did not go into a TV series that might have cemented her legacy. Instead, she did stage shows in Vegas for a time and lived out her life in teaspoons of fame.

At her peak, Rhonda’s fiery red hair made her a good second choice to all the roles that went to Maureen O’Hara. Yet, she still managed to play opposite Ronald Reagan four times and Bob Hope and Bing Crosby separately.

If there was a last film recalled about her, it was Alias Jesse James, a cameo-studded Bob Hope western comedy that featured every TV and movie cowboy. She held her own.

Rhonda was never offered much beyond the sensible woman. She was stunning to look at, but played it as equal to any leading man. They must have liked that because so many wanted to appear with her co-star.

Now you may catch her on the cable movie channels. Perhaps one will feature a few of her movies, nothing earth-shattering, something with Charlton Heston or Vincent Price. You have to admire an actress who did her job and was the consummate professional.

We can’t say we’ll miss Rhonda Fleming because she was gone years ago. It’s just another empty spot in the pantheon of old Hollywood.

 

 

Almost in a Sherlock Holmes Movie!

Terry Kiburn & Frankie Thomas, Rivals

 DATELINE: From Sherlock to Nancy Drew 

Sometimes I forget how old I am.  One of my late friends actually auditioned for a role in the first Basil Rathbone movie of Sherlock Holmes.

Passed over to play the page boy Billy in Mrs. Hudson’s employ for the Rathbone version of Adventures of Sherlock,child star Frankie Thomas was busy with other projects in 1939, but as a standard freelance actor now in his mid-teens, he could have easily played the role of Billy.

Having cut his teeth playing Bonita Granville’s sleuthing boyfriend in the Nancy Drew series, he was ripe for a role in his favorite reading material, the Holmes stories. 

Frankie’s family were Broadway theater professionals, part of a clique that dominated social strata in Hollywood of the era. Through his father and mother, youthful Frankie met Basil Rathbone, the emerging Holmes of the film world. The coveted role of Billy went to Terry Kilburn, a native British boy who had picked up the mantle of Freddie Bartholomew.

Nevertheless, Frankie loved the Holmes stories and read all avidly. He later, as an adult, when out of Hollywood’s limelight, wrote a series of novels that featured Holmes and Watson in new adventures.

Frankie’s Holmes titles, over a dozen, are still in print. He disliked the Bruce portrayal of Watson intensely and would alter that in his own books, but always favored the actor he saw frequently on the studio lot, Basil Rathbone.

 Frankie also had a key role in a series of Nancy Drew mysteries made in the late 1930s. As a teenage boy, he was cast as the boyfriend of Nancy. In fact, he played Watson to Bonita Granville’s female Sherlock.

Recently I put together a book called Sherlock in Movies: Personal Views & Reviews, in which I tried to do honor to Frankie.

Candlelight Dinner with Patriots

 DATELINE: Hot Time in New England

When we heard a wife of a New England Patriots player has denied her husband had dinner out with another player, we became intrigued.

The wife is always the last to know, and in New England, your sports radio maggots can be found under foot everywhere.

Yes, Cam Newton and Stephon Gilmore may be the most beautiful men on the team: each is a star on the opposite side of the ball. Heavens, is it a match? Did Gilmore take pity on lonely Cam whose family is half-way across the country?

We know that if Cam had dinner with Julian Edelman, it would be playing favorites, supplanting himself in the heart of Tom Brady’s former matchmate. However, Cam is too smart for that: he keeps his dinner companions outside the arena where you might be called out for being out with a favorite.

Stephone and Cam may be up a tree, but they are not out.

No one is posting an incriminating photo over sushi. No one is finding them sharing a bucket of chicken wings.

 And, now Gilmore’s wife has weighed in, denying that she is a co-respondent or a woman scorned. She never admitted she was hiding under the dinner table, or the bed. But she knows the true story, at least according to what her husband tells her.

Oh, both men will be back in uniform for Sunday, and no one is asking if they will be sharing a Big Mac or an Egg McMuffin in the pre-game morning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

Mysteryquest: 4th Reich Regenerated in US?

Original Bormann grave in Ita, Paraguay

DATELINE: Reich and Wrong

Back in 2009,Mysteryquest listed an examination of the continuation of the Third Reich through the theoretical Odessa Organisation.

According to war crimes experts, Odessa was the name of a secret group that was dedicated to helping about 100,000 Nazis flee Germany in the five or six years after the fall of Hitler.

The Mysteryquestshow to prove or disprove the existence of Odessa actually was sidetracked into a Nazi hunt for how leading Nazis (Eichmann, Bormann, and Mengele) managed to evade the authorities after World War II and took up refuge in South America, notably Paraguay.

The evidence pointed to an escape route, enabled by extreme Roman Catholic priests who supported the Nazis. There is some evidence that the Catholic church continues to cover up the crime of fugitive Nazis as late as 2009.

All this seems to take on new life with the emergence of right-wing white supremacist groups like Proud Boys in the United States under the Trump regime. The attempt to fill the Supreme Court with Nazi sympathizers would fulfill the promise of a Fourth Reich.

 

According to Mysteryquest over a decade ago, Bormann’s body was buried originally in 1959 in Paraguay where he died—but his remains were moved to Germany after that to hide his escape and thwart investigators. The body had the DNA of Bormann, including newer dental work, done long after the collapse of the Third Reich.

With journalists and writers like Graeme Wood, the show did not prove Odessa existed, but surely indicated that far-right extremists were still a powerful force in the world.

 

 

 

Monsterquest Looks at Chupacabra

DATELINE: Or is that Chupalabera?

 Specimen, dead thankfully.

Are you a dog or a cat?  Perhaps you are some kind of hybrid species from interbreeding creatures.

The Chubacupla, or is that Chupacabra, is examined in two locations by the series: Texas and Puerto Rico. It seems that an island is a hard place to reach, meaning it was brought there. These creatures are somewhat similar and are bloodsucking killers who have a thirst, but do not eat flesh.

They are also fearless of people, which is disconcerting.

The Monsterquest team is a wildlife expert and a cryptozoologist who tends to wear all black leather (of course). They make a good team, going out in Texas with bait, infra-red cameras, and nerves of steel. Of course, as expected, one of the key cameras malfunctions, denying us an image.

Puerto Ricans have been seeing the creature for 25 years, and it seems to have come out of hibernation after bad hurricane devastation.

The animals in Texas seem to be covering hundreds of miles, but all share similar DNA and hair follicles.

Locals have shot these things and kept samples of hair, skin, and teeth, that are sent to university scientists. The result is something akin to canine, but likely an interbred wolf, fox, coyote, and hairless dog, or they are likely suffering from mange.

Whatever is out there seems to belong to a growing population. And, we suspect that it won’t be long before we see these creatures in other parts of the nation.

More meat than usual, more results than usual, and the same crypto-questions remain. This was one of the series’ good entries.

 

 

 

Broken Noses, Unbroken Style

DATELINE: Weber’s Boys

Bruce Weber, as a film-maker and fashionista, made a career of studying masculinity in all its forms. He started with a young boxing coach named Andy Minsker and his latest is a bio-doc about Robert Mitchum.

In between during his long career, Weber has run into the wall of many from his generation: the values and relationships with male models he created in the beginning have not held up to today’s more overly sensitive accusers.

Yes, Bruce Weber has suffered charges of sexual harassment from a dozen or more men who might have let it slide years ago. Today, money-struck and fame-driven revenge pulls these guys into a world of accusations, both dubious and false.

In Weber’s first movie, Broken Noses,he took on a lookalike to jazz beauty Chet Baker. This young man, born in 1982, had been a teenage boxing champ—and coached other adolescents in how to box.

Today with horrors over concussions and other masculine pursuits deemed too violent, that world of homoerotic attraction is far more dangerous for other reasons, like being a Boy Scout leader.

Minsker was adorable, charming, and could likely win followers with his easy-going personality. His image on T-shirts from youth still may bring him fame. Weber made him into a book of photos—and relentless celebrity.

The film in black and white from 1987 is hypnotic and staggering to think it could never be made today. Even back then, the Olympic people warned boys to avoid Weber. Andy Minsker was utterly intrigued by the alarms and pursued Weber.

Interestingly, Weber next went on to do a film  Let’s Get Lost  on Chet Baker right before the jazz great met a hideous end.

As for Broken Noses,you might see more than the surface and inclinations in that regard are like reading Tarot cards. You may see something insightful, or you may just go off the deep end.

These young adolescents were part of a norm for the 1980s, and they were the last of a breed. Soon political correctness and re-defined masculine codes would end this world of seductive youth.

Weber’s career has its notoriety and its sublime beauty, and to see Broken Noses thirty years later is like looking at an extinct animal in the wild.

You may fall out of the orbit of Weber’s men and boys, but you cannot deny his sociological and psychological truisms.

What’s Bugging Voters Most?

Just for Men!

Great moments in American politics are hard to find nowadays with Proud Boys mixing it up with kidnappers at Trump rallies.  However, the fly on Pence may last for generations of politics as fallout.

Your hair spray will do you in eventually.

If Pence had only used Just for Men in a dark shade, you would have found the bug blend into the follicles.

Pence has lost the chance to use the slogan, “No Flies on Me!”

Kamala Harris is now viral, singing a remix of sorts about the Fly. And, this one does not star Vincent Price.

Biden’s campaign is now locked into swatting away at $10 a pop their own little weapon against flies.

No one will ever again tell Mike Pence to zip up his fly.

Proud boys may soon become a version of fly boys.

You have to say the debate gave off a stink that attracted the star of Amityville and the progenitor of Maggotworld.

Why did the fly stay on the side of Pence? Did those plastic barriers prove to be insurmountable?

Two minutes for a fly is half a lifetime. Yet, that bug stayed still for a long bout of cootie watching. Something in Pence’s hair smelled good, tasted good, or looked good.

But flies are never a good look on national TV. This year, 2020, has not only proved hindsight is blind, but that Raid is now your best choice for hair control.

Nazis Versus Aliens? Not Exactly

DATELINE: Help from Another Galaxy

A group of people in uniform

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Von Braun with Nazis

This mishmash uses a title that suggests that the Nazis and space aliens were opponent. However, the film more fittingly states that the visitors from outer space helped the Nazis and supported them. It is a horrid thought that these creatures are not exactly out to help humankind but support letting factions on Earth kill each other.

Here is another misnomer and misleader when it comes to Nazi approval. This time the special from American Heroes Channel, no less, uses a minor connection to Nazi Wonder Weapons to lead into 21sttechnology.

If you are looking for some kind of competition or rivalry between Nazi technology and alien visitors, you won’t find anything like that under the false advertising of this deceptive documentary.

There is some theory espoused that the Nazi scientists were visionaries. Forget any hints that they used concentration camp labor to death to accomplish whatever last minute inventions were in their evil arsenal. Speer and Von Braun are not held accountable.

No attempt is made to delineate Nazism with anything bad, only with progress The so-called experts are young exuberant “journalists” who seem to be salivating over the Nazi “accomplishments.” This film could be endorsed by the Proud Boys as they threaten to kidnap and to kill female governors in the U.S..

But then this execrable doc notes the United States went in a different direction to create the greatest war progress with an atomic bomb. So, right there, you have no connection between the Nazi flying wings and stealth aircraft and American technology.

Then, you throw in the Soviet espionage. Nothing is said of either side capturing , then using former Nazi scientists to jump-start their weapons programs. This film ignores whatever seems to impede its bizarre narrative chronology.

As bad documentaries go, this one has better production values, but worse historical sense and logic. After telling us that the military was flying balloons (the Roswell crash was one) to check on Soviet nuclear explosions. Then, the nation is surprised? 

The show then draws a parallel between Soviet Red Menace and UFOs. Not Nazis. They show photos of Werner von Braun, but glossing over that he was a Nazi scientist. The focus of the program is the Space Race of the 1950s and 1960s, creating Area 51, a cryptic Soviet style base.

This scattershot approach tackles everything.

Add this to the growing list of ahistorical assessments of Nazis by 21stcentury ahistorians. Just appalling.

Essential Movie Critic: Pauline Kael

DATELINE: Role Over Model

A documentary on the life of movie critic Pauline Kael would seem to be counter-productive. The late genius of insight into movies was hardly the stuff of action melodrama, but this film takes on her life—unwed motherhood, marriages of convenience, a history of working in low-level jobs trying to find herself.

What She Said is about the art of Kael. It is more about words than images. For that reason it is a topic doomed to be wordy and not visual, yet there are plenty of home movies and photos of Kael. That notion might not please her. Her ideas were the key.

When she first sells a movie review in the early 1950s to the New Yorker, it was a scathing attack on Charlie Chaplin’s bloated egotistic movie, Limelight. It won her an audience and a career.

Her insights into movies, which she loved as a medium, contain brilliant insights that some movie makers in this film tell us were influential to their productions. We don’t believe it. They may have read Kael, but it was to see how she shot down their rivals.

We would have preferred a film in which someone simply read some of her most scathing comments about well-known films over her life. She collected about 14 books of her critiques. And, they are delightful to read.

Sometimes she is utterly wrong about a film and its importance, but she always gives an interesting perspective on what the cultural or artistic value really may be. Her views are meant for the wider, lasting meaning of life in the film world.

We admire Kael and used to read her work when it came out. It frequently put good movies into a framework, and bad movies into a trash can.

She might have been the first to tell you this documentary is unnecessary and superfluous. Just read her books.

Twice Told Tales from 1963

 Cabot & Price

Nathaniel Hawthorne’s mid-nineteenth century short stories were collected by him into a book, with more than a dozen philosophical mysteries. It was titled Twice Told Tales. He was not into the psychological terror as his fellow writer, Edgar Allen Poe.

There is an almost pre-science fiction quality to his literary themes, and yet when they were adapted for the big screen in 1963, the star and narrator of the film would be Vincent Price, already a big name in bad literary adaptations.

Price found steady work doing high-end schlock for more than a few decades. He brought dignity and style to what might normally pass for low-budget pot-boilers. Twice Told Tales zeroes in on three stories (two are famous in their own rights:  “Dr. Heidegger’s Experiment” and “Rappuccini’s Daughter”). The third story in the trilogy-anthology is House of SevenGables, which was a novel, his usualmetier.

Two center on scientists who play God, trying to control human nature and life over death. In the first, Dr. Heidegger’s tale is altered seriously. It becomes a small cast melodrama, now set in a dark and stormy night. Sebastian Cabot and Price are aging in pursuit of the Fountain of Youth.

 In “Rappaccini’s Daughter,” he is a reclusive scientist who has filled his daughter with poison from a plant to make her separate from the normal business of social life. These are changed enough to be slick color TV specials of the era: about forty minutes each.

House of Seven Gablesis another known title, but hardly within the themes of the first two. Here, a house holds a mysterious presence of evil, rather than the people which include an heir played by Price again.  Richard Denning and Beverly Garland join him in this ghostly tale of hidden treasure.

They are not horrific much, slow-moving, and quite literary, hardly up to contemporary standards of horror and special effects. That may be their charm. If you want something that is neither the original Hawthorne story, nor a modern flashy horror, this is your movie.

Pithy Reading Collection Now Available!

DATELINE: Movie & TV Reviews Re-reviewed

On cover is the late Jan Merlin, star of 1950s series Tom Corbett Space Cadet and our collaborator on a half-dozen books. His costar is Frankie Thomas. 

 

Shameless promotion is often the hallmark of WordPress blogs. So, we are nothing if not shameless.

Today we wish to promote like P.T. Barnum a new book. It may be of interest to the few faithful readers of Ossurworld’s reviews of movies: we have collected nearly ten years’ worth of some of the more popular readings and put them in an e-book for smart readers.

The book is theme-based:  UFOs & Spaceshots.

We have not been surprised at how many documentaries (if they can be called such) and movies we have seen in a decade about alien kidnappings, missing time, Area 51, and the usual gamut of flying saucers.

Perhaps more amusing is the fact that there are so many different films on the topic. There are even cable networks dedicated to UFO study. We have streamed many of these and written most (the good ones) and posted them on the blog.

If you follow us regularly, you know we did the episode by episode series of Project Blue Book, Unidentified,and many shows from Ancient Aliens.

This may be your chance to catch up on those you missed and those you may want to check out. Since the e-books available on Amazon.com can be free for download, you won’t be put out of cash—and will have a handy reading material.

Our blogs are generally filled with malapropisms and other humorous devices and run about 300 words.  So, if you have an interest in spaceshots, we hope to surprise you.

The book is UFOs & Spaceshots—and it’s now available. For those with a strong constitution, there is even a paperback edition. And the author is William Russo.