Blue Book Ends 2ndSeason

DATELINE: To be or not to be…

 It’s Cold out There.

The end of the History Channel non-truth in advertising series may be at hand. Project Blue Book, which has gone off the deep end, goes the distance in the final show of the 2ndseason by dealing with USOs and the Antarctica connection.

Once again, in 1953, Senator John F. Kennedy seems to wield more power than a junior senator might—and he is now giving orders to Project Blue Book personnel, sending Dr. Hyneck and Captain Quinn off to a North Atlantic goose chase.

We have to tie together all the loose ends to make a genuine cliff-hanger and to let the actors all know that, if the series returns, they will be part of it. We suspect all of this is as doubtful as the basis on truth in the episodes this season.

You have paranoiac admirals running military exercises and dumbfounded that such an idea as UFOs is in their crew.

You have the blonde Russian agent asking to see Dr. Hyneck’s wife to renew their lesbian association, in front of the generals yet.

And, of course, we have Hyneck now ready to prevent World War III single-handed when his colleague Mike Malarkey steals a submersible and goes diving to find the glory of underwater space city.

The show ends fittingly with the hint that Captain Quinn has merely been abducted and kidnapped to Antarctica where he no doubt will meet up with the cast of Ancient Aliens and a few Nazis.

Whether this show returns next year is doubtful more than any of this non-compelling story lines.

 

 

 

Oak Island 7:18: End is Near (sort of)

DATELINE: Last Drill of the Year

 Laird Nivens & Marty Lagina.

It almost sounds like Bible verse. We are up to and surpassing season 7 and episode 18, where there is now a connection between the swamp and the Money Pit. Was there any doubt? You never known on Curse of Oak Island.

Now, is there any proof?

Dr. Ian Spooner brought another colleague to the swamp, where they agreed that the mercury present is odd and not natural. They are of the mind that the swamp was used as a blue clay mine. Three hundred years ago some workers, pre-Mayflower, were seeking blue clay, which has a density and even religious significance in some societies.

The largest drills so far are arriving from ROC excavators to do a final month of burrowing into the Money Pit. No expense is being spared, but will they also endanger themselves? We wouldn’t be surprised as the obsession seems to be growing as fast as the budget for the series.

You know common sense has gone when Rick Lagina takes a sip of brackish water to determine if it is salty in the swamp.

The other new evidence is at the ruins of the home of Samuel Ball, the former slave who became the richest man in Nova Scotia in the early 1800s. Speculation that he found treasure has centered on him for decades, and now ground penetrating radar finds walls and chambers under his former home. But permits are needed for excavation: which means next year.

Dan Henskee and Dave Blankenship push the honorary button to dig into the Money Pit with new heavy-duty equipment. How much can be retrieved before the season ends is the question. After all, you can see the heavier coats on the searchers. We are coming to the end of another year of endless clues and constant teasings.

 

 

 

Trump’s World View: It’s Over for You!

DATELINE: Go forth, and die.

 Your Trumpmeister

It’s now becoming clear that President Trump thinks when your time is up, you are done for. He wants to resume “normal” life, even if it means genocide to large groups of people. Trump is now wearing the robes of the Grim Reaper.

It’s one way to boost the economy: only the strong will survive. It’s Nietzche, Malthus, and madness, all wrapped in one genetic formula. If you are old, poor, disabled, you should die and have done with it.

You are holding up the rest of the human race.

Let the dead bury the dead.

“We who are about to die salute you, who will live.”

Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow, coronavirus will kill you.

Life is for living, and death is for dying.

If this means that half the world buries the other half, Trump is betting your life that he will be among the survivors.

Throw out those old-fashioned notions of science and humanity, your duty is to die if you are among the weakest links in the chain of life. At least, that is the Trump viewpoint.

No respirators for you. No medicine for you. Go about your business until you drop. Those who are meant to live will carry on. You weaklings will fall by the wayside and end your miserable drag on society.

Trump wants a leaner, meaner society: only those who can cough it up and continue.

So long, grandma and gramps, your time is up. You lived your life—and the partygoeers on the beach will not give you much thought after you go. As Trump will tell you, the cure is worse than the sickness.

The disease is over, but the patient died.

UnXplained & Cults

DATELINE: Joining a Cult?

 Kookoo Bird Applewhite

 

Shatner’s compelling series was downright sickening this week on UnXplained.

We were eager to hear what this intriguing series might come up with here: oh, the usual ones like Heaven’s Gate and Jonestown. But we were hoping the latest dangerous cult of coronavirus killers, the Trumpists.

Yes, he meets the criteria for a madhouse cult, friends, leading society members into sure self-destruction. Alas, as a Never-Trumper, we have again been disappointed.

The show takes on a few we were unaware of, like the weird cult that women allowed themselves to be branded in the age of MeTooism. Truly fighting the trend, we presume.

It seems, from the historical background, that cults were not always considered bad, but often were a productive part of ancient societies, usually religious orders, looking for heaven. No, not asteroids that might be abandoned spaceships.

One infamous self-help guru was James Arthur Ray, using his name not to be confused with James Earl Ray, the assassin of MLK. They are all cut from the same cloth.

Today’s cults seem to attract people whose lives lack meaning—and they want to be among the elite who have the secret answer. Tribal indoctrination seems to be the key, according to the show—and it is the intangible but powerful thing called charisma that seems to exude from the cult leader.

Whether it is Charles Manson, Marshall Applewhite, or some weird woman from Brazil, these cults take people with strong social needs and give them a belonging. Shatner is amusing in questioning his own audience for their beliefs. The worry is how far the cult will go under direction of their leader.

More than any other episode, this one was the most unpleasant and uncomfortable—showing us satanic killers who target innocent children, but all of them from Jim Jones and others have ordered death to innocence. Politics and hate are the latest motives for cults.

 

 

 

 

 

Shapeshifting Shifts Ancient Aliens

DATELINE: UFOs & Dracula 

 Dracula’s Church?

Can it be an accident that History Channel has a new series starting about shapeshifters? And, just by coincidence, Ancient Aliens devotes a show to the bizarre suggestion that visiting aliens have now taken new forms to hide among us! Isn’t that a bad sci-fi movie from a decade ago?

They can become bats like vampires! Or they can pretend to be your family member. These legends seem to have a new connection to shapeshifters from another planet!  Oi vey.

This does give us a chance to see Travis Walter again: you know the famous missing person from Fire in the Sky. He claims the aliens shifted their looks to calm him down during his abduction.

Human looking extra-terrestrials? This is a shapeshifting conspiracy theory. These spies are a new version of a Fifth Column. Ancient Aliens says this is a historical idea right out of your favorite Bible. These changes in “gods” like Zeus want to fool some of the people all of the time.

Yes, shapeshifting is the new date drug. They show up to make time with those babes on the Florida beaches.

This is not hypnosis, but technology—according to our favorite Giorgio. And this technology is the best trick since Halloween extracted candy from neighborhood households. These are your trickster gods.

The greatest shapeshifter from another dimension is the octopus with his multi-brains with weird DNA from another planet. Not indigenous?Oi vey!

Yes, even the cloaking device from Star Trek is a kind of shapeshifting. They also trace the jinn to the Koran—and now we find out that Barbara Eden in I Dream of Jeanniewas a shapeshifter.

Even more interesting, a painting of a UFO over Dracula’s hometown church is 700 years old. Fee-Fi-fo-fum, these creatures eat blood. That’s not all:  the Wolfman, half-man and half-wolf at the full Moon is right out of your UFO.

If you are confused, maybe Ancient Alienshas turned into Skinwalker Ranchbefore our eyes!  Yup, Nick Pope can barely keep a straight face while shifting his shifty argument.

Grand Bette, Outside Guignol

DATELINE: All-Star Schlock!

 Miss Bette Davis.

Harold Robbins is a name you don’t hear much anymore. He wrote some of the trashiest, sleaziest, soap-opera sex-scandal novels of the 1960s. And, one of his prize gems was Where Love Has Gone…There is no question mark after it.

Based on this flamboyant mess, love went to the dogs. You may bark out loud, or you may just hoot. The cast will gag you with its sheer perfection. The under-stars are notables and familiar faces that deliver exactly what they knew was needed.

Where do you begin…Whit Bissell as a college professor, DeForrest Kelley as a drama critic, Jane Greer as a social worker, George Macready as a snooty lawyer, Willis Bouchey as a judge: the faces are worth it. And they are mugs of the highest order.

The main cast features Susan Hayward as a version of Lana Turner, and Joey Heatherton as her daughter. The real Lana and daughter were involved in the murder of a mobster boyfriend: Harold Robbins takes the topic and runs with it. He puts cement shoes on Hayward, even as she careens through the hills of San Fran like Steve McQueen.

Bette Davis is grand. She had played a series of hags in the 1960s, and she was offered the role of a rich, aristocratic monster, in beautiful clothes and looking magnificent. She jumped at it, and she delivered lines like no one in the world! There is only one Miss Davis.

The movie is melodramatic stinker set in San Francisco with its Golden Gate everywhere. Mike Connors is a Medal of Honor winning war hero and architect, and Susan Hayward is a rich sculptor—and to see her in goggles trying to chisel is worth the entire movie price.

It’s so tawdry and over-sensational that you will not believe the dialogue or the portrait slashing performance of its star. If you are housebound with viral threats, you need escapism of this level. They don’t make’em like this anymore. What a pity!

 

 

 

 

Project Blue Book Goes Full Strangelove

DATELINE: Actors in Hats

 Best Actor in a Hat!

In the penultimate episode of season 2, the Blue Bookshow began to grab onto whatever past history fiction provided, rather than the “based on Hyneck’s true events.”

We presume the series has enough oomph to return, but it isn’t taking any chances with its increasingly shrill plots.

With Captain Quinn (Mike Malarkey) on a bender after being stripped of his role for cavorting (unwittingly) with a Soviet agent, he is holed up in his FBI ransacked apartment in a T-shirt, sipping colas.

Hynek (Aiden Gillen) comes to his rescue with one last sunset ride. It appears a UFO has abducted an airplane in British Columbia. And, Mike Malarkey gets to wear another swell hat and fly a seaplane into the logging camps of Canada.

Two mysterious pilots talk like they’re from Jackson Heights and cannot control their plane as it shows a radar collison with a UFO.

Continuing to be able to find needles in haystacks, Gillen and Malarkey show up in the woods, hike a bit, and can locate a crash site before the RAF. The two survivors turn out to be Soviet plants—and when discovered, they develop accents like extras from Kubrick’s Dr. Strangelove.

Dr. Hynek has to disarm a nuclear bomb with a screwdriver, which is fairly impressive. And, they turn out to be Canadian heroes.

Back in the office, they find that Senator John F. Kennedy (not yet President and a nobody in 1953) seems to be a powerhouse in the UFO community, giving them a new mission for the season finale.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oak Island: Time Running Out

DATELINE: Reckless 7th Season?

 Mercury Dunk?

Dr. Ian Spooner shows up to assess another breakthrough in the swamp. Can it be some kind of megalithic creation that is manmade? Bigger is more desperate on Curse of Oak Island as we wrap up another season of empty-handed potential.

Big trouble is coming because the coffer dam must be removed within weeks, with the permit running out after one year. Not only must the dam be removed, but the area must be made to look as it was. Why can there be no extension of the permit? There is no explanation. Did they even try?

Finding a potential tunnel to the Money Pit means that Rick Lagina will go down on a bucket into the hole. If this seems a bit extreme and likely to be dangerous, we must recall that this is a cliff-hanger series with death-defying (or something akin to it).

Another lead artifact now has a strong mercury component, which suggests that Francis Bacon may have done some experiments on the manuscripts of Shakespeare. The lead also can be traced to the Middle East. More inconclusive but tantalizing hints. We are hooked again and reeled in.

Another curious discovery occurs at the home of original finder Daniel McGinnis whose root cellar was a secret tunnel, leading to something hidden. Because permits will not allow them to dig deeper, whatever treasure buried under the house cannot be excavated for a year in all likelihood.

If you want frustrations, they are everywhere this week. They have found more 1760s tunnels and shafts. Rick Lagina plans to go down in the bucket. They have to insist he come out before it caved in on him (which likely is his preference). Of course, Marty Lagina must put on a harness and goes down.

So they put a camera on the long-range excavator. Even that is inconclusive: we feel like we are no closer to knowing anything.

With time running out for this season, it becomes clear that a new sequel series is in the ready with the Lagina boys: it’s called, naturally, Beyond Oak Island.

Thee’s a sucker born on Oak Island every minute.

 

 

 

TB12 Knocks Coronavirus Off the Scorecard

DATELINE: Deflated at Last

Tom Brady is taking his football and heading south.

You can blame the Patriots for not wanting to invest in a man who claims he has found the Fountain of Youth. We recall from history that another gentleman of the old school went to Florida on his quest: Ponce de Leon also thought the elixir of eternal and immortal life awaited him in the bays of Florida.

Bill Belichick now will show he is the genius by winning another Super Bowl without Brady. Heaven help him if his team tanks.

As for Brady, he is trading Paul Revere for Jean LaFitte. He is a trader of the first order, heading for the world of Disney and smart dolphins like Flipper.

If you wonder if he will be motivated, you never followed Deflategate, which sent him reeling into a new stratosphere.

Some never believed Belichick would let it go this far, but that parallel universe: In Bill We Trust, now is on confederate tender.

The all-seeing eye of money is looking back at the Patriot Place and finding that TB12 is a franchise that will sell more jerseys with a new logo.

As for Brady in New England, it was NEVER his home, and if you think he won for Boston, you are deluded. He happened to win while in the Greater Boston area. He would have been just as elated to win in Tampa Bay over the past 20 years.

He never spoke a bad word about Aaron Hernandez, and we figure he will give Belichick the same courtesy.

Now, the curiosity factor will follow him, eyes moving across the gridiron looking for a train wreck.

Just Friends is Just Marvelous!

DATELINE: A Sleeper to Wake You Up!

 New Stars!

We had the pleasure of watching a Dutch movie that was not insipid, nor overly obvious. Just Friends is a gay movie with a light touch.

Subtitles are secondary to the beautiful production and images, and Josha Stradowsk is stunning to look at, and he meets a Syrian played by Majd Mardo. They have chemistry and are delightful in their growing friendship.

The usual angst over coming out and family conflict are truly not part of the sophisticated tale. They are sexy, chic, and well-to-do. There are other conflicts that impede their relations, but Majd takes a job as housekeeper at Josha’s grandmother.

She is a delight too, as matchmaker and wise old lady.

These are intelligent young men, and their maturity makes for a story that appeals to all viewers. Josha is the one who has a hobby with his drone, and he sees Madj surfing from above. It is intriguing how connections are made.

Without a doubt, you seldom meet people in character movies that you really would like to spend time with, but these two are pleasant dinner companions.

What impediments to their friendship that must be overcome are not melodramatic and work out, making your time with this story fly like the drone, over the Netherlands and its beautiful world.

If you’ve been stung by horrible gay-themed movies of all stripes, you need your faith in a good film restored. This is the antidote.

Time Travel Under the Ancient Alien Dome

DATELINE:  Mojave Haven

 Van Tassel Castle

Not too often Ancient Aliens devotes a show to an important person in the UFO business, like Nikola Tesla, Leonardo, or Werner von Braun. This week they have selected the ever-forgotten George Van Tassel on the 8thepisode of season 15.

Van Tassel invented something out in the Mojave Desert forty years ago called the Integratron, a machine that ancient aliens helped him build for time travel, spirit communication, and portals to other dimensions.

Immortality is not what it used to be: Van Tassel was about to announce his invention’s possibilities when he abruptly died at age 67 of an unexpected heart attack. Almost immediately, your favorite federal government gutted the building where immortality lurked.

Van Tassel’s white dome house out in the desert had its guts removed: all those particle trackers and collider stuff were carted off.

As for Van Tassel, his death seemed to be regarded at biting irony for a man who wanted immortality and his premature death was dismissed as fate, rather than cold-blooded murder.

Van Tassel was considered a genius—and among his benefactors was Howard Hughes. And, if he is to be believed, a series of extra-terrestrials who came to him in the desert.

Not surprisingly, he held major outings each year in the 1950s that attracted bigger and bigger crowds, allowing Ancient Aliensto compare him to Moses– of UFOs.

He built his Integratron on Ley Lines, on a latitude with the Great Pyramid, which he also believed served a similar purpose ten or twenty-thousands of years ago. Most intriguing is the resemblance between this building and a depiction of Solomon’s Temple by Raphael, which housed the Ark of the Covenant.

 

 

 

 

Trump Turns into Typhoid Mary

DATELINE: NBA Comes in Second! 

If you need a little coronavirus history lesson, we are here to oblige.

Typhoid Mary was a 19thcentury Irish woman who was Patient Zero of her day. She went around the world, dispensing typhoid to anyone within her earshot. She herself never contracted the disease.

She was put into quarantine and only went to the supermarket to pick up hand sanitzer.

In that way she was like Johnny Appleseed, going around the countryside, planting infection.

Nowadays, the closest thing we have to Typhoid Mary is Donald Trump. Corona Trump seems to avoid having a test to prove his diseased body, but manages to meet with other world leaders. If you believe he has been tested and is negative, you probably are a U.S. Senator.

We think it’s time he went to North Korea again.

As for the NBA, no one likes to kick a basketball when it is out of bounds, but we will kick the can down the road.

Another NBA player has tested positive. He was guarding Rudy Gobert last week. It takes more than three days to develop coronavirus, and a player on the Detroit Pistons was in Gobert’s shirt last week, as they say of good defense.. Oh, well, do your job.

No one is mentioning that two kids from Rhode Island met Rudy Gobert at TD Garden in Boston, received an autographed ball, and a case of coronavirus. It took almost ten days to develop.

Nothing like spreading goodwill, NBA.

So, we are back to Typhoid Donald: he only had dinner and shook hands with people this week while being an incubator. We expect to see world leaders fall flat on their test kits within the next week. He and his crony, the Brazilian president, love to say “Fake Flu,” before you can say, “corona.”

We think Trump would be a better candidate for swine flu.

As for Trump, he just keeps sailing on, spreading cheer and coronavirus wherever he goes.

 

 

Knives In and Out of Fashion

DATELINE: Old-Fashioned Murder Comedy

Massachusetts mansion.

The comedy murder mystery of the year, of perhaps the decade, is a Charlie Chan rip-off that is as trendy as it is traditional. Knives Out  raises the question of why would anyone have a display of hundreds of knives in his parlor.

We think the set designer deserved an Oscar, or a strait-jacket.

An all-star cast of suspects seem to have as much fun making, perhaps more than those of us watching it. Director Rian Johnson moves his cast to the real star of the movie: a gothic house most suitable for his plot outside of Boston.

The lunacy of the house furnishings is like a Victorian nightmare, hardly something anyone would design, even an Agatha Christie murder mystery writer (Christopher Plummer) who hates movie versions of his books.

The family gathers for his 85thbirthday—including his mother who must be 100 at least. And, the family members and staff are equally troublesome.

The cast even gathers for the reading of the will, which entails just about everyone—except the murder victim.

The best line delivered by Chris Evans is about cornpone Daniel Craig, playng super sleuth Benoit Blanc as “CSI- KFC,”   in shades of Sherlock with Hercole thrown in. But, we keep seeing James Bond slumming.

Director Johnson is utterly cruel with his camera. We have never seen these old stars looking so old. Every crevice, crease, and open pore, is ready for your perusal. Even Daniel Craig looks surprisingly aged in the wood.

The red herrings fly by at an alarming rate, so quickly it’s hard to keep track of the lies and false statements. We suppose Plummer’s nurse may be from Ecuador, Brazil, Peru, Uruguay, or Paraguay, as everyone cites a different locale.

The few scenes around Boston are amusing for those of us who are homebodies—and we snickered when Gary Tanguay, a Boston sports reporter, showed up as a newsguy at another station.

It’s a silly romp and more like what old movies used to be, and those Sherlock/Chan/Poirot stories were more succinct. We suppose there could be a new series for James Bond here if he so chooses.

A Plague or Virus? Take Your Pick

DATELINE: Closing the Stadium Doors 

A plague on your sports house.

With every sport in season now in limbo, there are a bunch of people whose lives are empty and devoid of meaning outside a game or two are becoming incensed.

Like the plague on the White House or the Congress House, they want to live in a world where a cold is just a cold.

They don’t know history, or the Spanish Flu (over 100 years ago may as well be 800 years ago). The Bubonic Plague wiped out a chunk of the human race—but they didn’t have a sports society.

This might have a parallel in the Fall of Rome when all those gladiators were shut down permanently and the Coloseum. ESPN and your other sports channels are now facing hours and nothing to do.

These are people who make a living off athletes, and politicians in Washington grab votes out of these fans.

Bleeding money is hard to stop when your society is based on economics of sports. Cash in your gambling chips, and try to get a refund for your season tickets. Sports organizations are cutting back all their ancillary employees. No one will take you out to the ball game.

Billionaire owners are safeguarding their own health: money be damned. They hired sociopaths like Belichick who thinks “Do Your Job,” even if you have fever, cough, and shortness of breath.

As your president once said, blame it on the Democrats, but that was last week. Now the coronavirus may infect both parties.

And the media may try to sneak a cough into the White House and infect Trump, That’s the big game of Dominoes.

Blue Book Becomes Tawdry

DATELINE: Hanging Around Hangar 18

Either the series Project Blue Book is headed for some kind of big cliffhanger at Hangar 18, or the show will be dead on arrival for season 3.

We have to admit that it has grown more tawdry and grotesque in its unpleasantness. Whether Quinn and Dr. Hyneck are truly allies, or mistrustful double agents, we know the two General Nuisances are Cold Warriors of the first stripe. They are out after the guy who seems to oppose the McCarthy anti-communists and are dupes of UFOs.

This week a JFK impersonator showed up to prove that the CIA is likely behind a plot that will emerge to assassinate the president. He wants to stay in touch with Hyneck (Aiden Gillen), which is a sure sign we are headed for a big ending in two weeks.

On top of that, all the story arcs came together conveniently with our Russian double agent in stiletto heels who has been playing Hyneck’s wife and Captain Quinn (Michael Malarkey) in the bedroom. She shoots another Soviet agent in Hyneck’s living room and is taken away by police.

If this stuff is based on the true cases of Hyneck, we have missed quite a bit in the history books, or the History Channel is the main purveyor of the truth.

When the CIA is dispensing LSD to Kennedy’s secret aide, we sort of see the writing on the wall, if not the script. Of course, Kennedy was interested in UFOs and was a friend of the suicide Secretary under Truman (fictionalized in this series like so much else).

Caspar Phillipson who played JFK in many films, is here again as the President.

If you want the truth to set you free, you simply head to Wright Patterson and look in the Blue Room, which we presume will be next week.