from the Headless Horseman of Mill Circle
from the Headless Horseman of Mill Circle
DATELINE: Judge Not, Lest Ye Be Blackmailed!
Any Judge will do it for Trump!
Some observers are wondering why President Bone Spurs Trump’s most ardent critic of the past two years suddenly had a change of heart.
Sen. Lindsay Graham suddenly became the attack dog for the Administration at the hearings for Judge K-K-Kavanagh. His spirited hissy fit at the hearing has all the makings of a man’s manufactured indignation.
If the lady doth protest too much, then what condition has prompted cracker Graham to represent his Carolina constituents with a banjo on his knee?
He even threatened to politicize his future dealings with the judiciary, overlooking the fact that the women justices he supported were not accused of harassing other women.
He seemed unfazed that the man who picks his clerks for their leggy credentials boasted that he will surround himself with a harem of law clerks as a Supreme Court justice. Old B-B-Brett seems unfazed at the pain he is inflicting on his family to satisfy his raw ambitions. On the day Bill Cosby goes to jail in handcuffs for using date rape drugs, Brett is on his way to the Supreme Court for a similar allegation.
Can it be that the latest Trump troll is acting out of the fear of something evil coming his way? For years the rumors have persisted that Graham is a member of Dorothy’s Friends, that amiable group of rainbow singing Munchkins.
Now we begin to wonder if blackmail is at the heart of Trump support. We have seen thugs purported to have made unkind suggestions to women like Stormy Daniels by Trumpist monkeys. Can it be that the voters in Carolina may be treated to a lowdown on the downlow of Lindsay Graham? Would Trumpites sink so low? You better believe it.
So, the man with no proclivities to support date rape of women may have proclivities that he would prefer you not cast a vote upon in future elections. It’s not likely that the LGBTQ community of South Carolina wants to think of what sits on Graham’s knee.
Or if he is on his knees to do something other than pray and to do the bidding of President Bonehead Bone Spurs?
DATELINE: A Really Big Shoe
Kinky Boots may kindly be called an old-fashioned character drama. The difference is that it’s about drama queens in men’s shoes. It was later turned into a smash stage show, but the 2006 version is one of those working class British angry young man movies (except the young man dresses like a woman).
The two characters in juxtaposition are, first, the son of a shoe factory heir facing bankruptcy for making traditional footwear for men when disposable sneakers are the rage.
The second young man likes to wear high-heels and becomes a cabaret star in drag shows.
Under normal circumstance, you almost would expect the two men to slip into each other’s loafers at some point. Thank heavens, Kinky Boots keeps us in our own lanes and avoids any moments with glass slippers.
Joel Edgerton is the scion of shoemakers who learns that market niche for men’s boots with stilettos is high end. He meets Chiwetel Ejiofor in a career-busting role as Lola, the giant man in glitter. They kick up the story. Chiwetel also sings us a torrid version of “Whatever Lola Wants.”
Unfortunately, to walk a mile in one man’s shoes, or high-heels, may be a stretch too far. The movie makes its points early and often but keeps on giving us more. The climax on the runways of Milan for shoe biz is too much glitz for our own good. Hero and audience fall flat.
Lessons in what defines masculinity and manhood are made a few times too many. It’s always hard to figure out British men anyhow since, to American eyes, they all look ready to put on a feathery boa and dancing shoes.
DATELINE: Pacino & De Niro as Cop Team
Al Pacino and Robert De Niro have made several movies together. We were surprised by the 2008 entry called Righteous Kill from 2008. When this is all we will ever receive from the two legends in tandem, we take it gladly ten years later.
You have a special treat with this movie. The two legendary actors play New York detective partners. They must’ve flipped a coin to see who got which role. We suspect they have equal numbers of scenes, but play off each other quite well. Nothing less could be expected.
Their Lieutenant played by Brian Dennehy, notes that they must have about 120 years experience between them. Yes, they seem a little long in the tooth and beyond retirement age. This is especially noticeable in De Niro’s love scenes to a girl more than half his age.
Their foil cop detectives are played by John Leguizamo and Donnie Wahlberg, more age-appropriate detectives. They play mincemeat for laughs to the stars. Pacino calls them gay Starsky and Hutch.
There are many 60s and 70s references in this movie, like it should’ve been made 25 years earlier.
However, the stars will not disappoint their fans. Short of them playing mobsters, these roles are the best they probably could find in a script together.
The mystery about the serial killer may easily be figured out, But the fun is watching Pacino and De Niro act up a storm.
Righteous kill pushes all the right buttons. It is formulaic, yes, but De Niro and Pacino transcend.
To prove we watched every minute including the credits, we can tell you that Pacino and De Niro each has a hairdresser; each has his own make up artist; each needs a personal Stand-in, and each has a personal driver, But Pacino has two personal assistants to De Niro’s one.
The movie is a game of one upsmanship.
DATELINE: Shakespeare in Absentia
We have seen many updated versions of Shakespeare over the years. Indeed, we enjoy seeing the Bard transported to new locations and timeframes. It often electrifies the message that has become stale to modern audiences.
We have seen Shakespeare set in Nazi Germany (Richard III), in the world of bikers (Coriolanus), in the world of independent film students (Hamlet), a corporate boardroom (Othello), and now we find a stage production of Julius Caesar in American politics.
The Shakespeare in the Park production makes Caesar a lookalike Donald Trump who hath grown ambitious. He has that chock of blond hair weave and an overlong red tie. He also has a bloated ego.
The man who would be emperor is assassinated by senators with knives, just like 2000 years ago. How much progress we have made in politics?
This version has created a firestorm, causing corporate sponsors to try to stifle artistic expression by withdrawing support. It’s a tempest in a teapot.
We think back to the Vietnam War days—and back then we must have been less sensitive because Macbeth was presented on stage in the form of MacBird.
That little ditty suggested that Lyndon Johnson had been behind the assassination of John Kennedy. In this cruel satire, without the Shakespearean tongue, the Scottish thane Macbird and his wife, Lady Bird, are party to a ruthless series of killings to rise to the top of the nation. Was Lyndon not born of woman?
We recall amusement about seeing a dumb tasteless play that presented President Johnson portrayed for conspiracy theorists as Macbeth, but it did not quite engender the furor that President Trump has exemplified in a Caesar mode.
Satirizing politics of the moment has become a dangerous business. Just ask Alec Baldwin or Kathy Griffin who claim they are subject to social anger on social media.
So, too, Julius Caesar has created a debate—not about politics, but about art. To be or not, we’ll wait for the movie version.
DATELINE: Not so Grrrreat!
Tony the Tight End
Tom Brady has run out of the pocket on consumer issues.
To defend his health guru, Tom decided to share some of his views on health and nutrition for children—whether he applies this to his own may be a decision out of his hands. We feel that Giselle makes those decisions for her children.
If his radio interview this week has made Andrew Luck stop drinking Coke or having Frosted Flakes, Tom may have a harder game against the Colts than he originally thought.
As part of that large group of people who drank Coke and ate Sugar Frosted Flakes, we are now facing Type 2 diabetes. We probably would never have listened to Tom years ago, but he is right.
Every doctor and nurse you may face with high glucose numbers will scoff you out and tell you not to drink Coca Cola or eat Frosted Flakes for breakfast—but if you chose to, you will pay a price at some point.
Brady has not been sacked by Coke, and Tony the Tiger probably will decline to play tight end for the Patriot quarterback. He is taking money out of their pockets by telling fans not to consume the menu items.
However, Tom has undercut his own credibility with his choice of health guru, using Marhareeshi Alex Guerrero whose run-ins with the Federales makes him suspect.
Yeah, Guerrero is more like Goldhat from the Treasure of Sierra Madre. He tells Tom, “I don’t need no stinkin’ Frosted Flakes.” And he will never trade gold for Coca Cola because he is thirsty.
Tom may not be Fred C. Dobbs, but he knows a Gila monster when he sees one. In this case, he has found two Gila monsters hiding behind the menu of America.