Elsewhere In The Tomatoverse: Mitch Gaylord Weeps
Well, tries to.
Writing: My Jock Cinema column is back at Sports On Earth.com with a look at the so-bad-it’s-good American Anthem.
Highlights from Previously.TV last week included a holiday album from Dylan McKay’s father’s ginormous sweatpants; Christopher Palu’s epic staredown of Nina Garcia on Project Runway All-Stars; a review of Homeland‘s third season; and an expert analysis of TV’s “top” gentleman weepers by the Couch Baron. (Warning: Contains Crying Dawson.)
Reading: Rachel Aviv’s “Where Is Your Mother” from the 12/2 New Yorker. This brisk, flat prose is the best way to approach the subject matter, and I got sucked in so hard, I forgot I was in a clinic waiting room.
Celebrating: Shut Up, Foodies is back (it probably has been for a while; sorry if I missed it, friends) and its weary disgust with The Bacon Thing is great.
Sick of people saying “begs the question” when they mean “raises the question”? There’s an URL for that. (And a t-shirt!)
TN Prom: You in? Get in.
Coming Soon: Another Tomato Nation Read-Along, and the grand opening of the Poppy-Field Movie Cineplex, both in the new year; sooner than that, your “AAAAAAGHGHGHGH” holidays open thread (starring the Christmas ham that ate Pittsburgh — and Albany, and most of the Rhinebeck area, and a couple of neighborhoods in the Bronx, and is now seething in my freezer, and do I even eat meat? No, I do not).
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I spent money going to the ‘concert tour’ of the 84 Men’s G-Team. I…spent money on the Mitch Gaylord movie. In my defense, I knew it was crap when I bought my ticket, but bought it I did.
Come on! These were the impossibly tiny, impossibly abbed fellows that taught us how to high-five!
Yeah, no. Even that’s not enough. I’ll retire to my shameber.
Can we call the holidays open thread the Airing of Grievances, a la Festivus?
Read Along is Back! Oh, happy new year to me!
(Hey, Sars, did you get my card?)
Sars, if you get the chance and are fond of the men’s gymnasts as film stars genre (heh), please check out the artistic Gymkata, starring one Kurt Thomas. The key scenes feature a pommel horse beatdown. Utilizing pommel horse handles that oh so conveniently are sticking up from an ancient rock, as such things do.
It makes American Anthem look like American Graffiti.
I’ll only add that the Andy Taylor “hit” from this movie “Take it Easy” is easily the worst Duran Duran related release ever. John Taylor’s “I Do What I Do” and the underrated 9 1/2 Weeks soundtrack did tripuses around the American Anthem dreck.
Oh, I am so sick of the confusion between begging the question and raising one! I didn’t know it was a thing that came with its own t-shirt. Thanks, boss. Happy New Year to you. (Also: high-five to attica for “shameber.”)
Now all I need is the t-shirt for “Have Not Met; suspect is bitch regardless” Nina Garcia. (Gah.)
Suspect is utter bitch.
Mother of PEARL. That Rachel Aviv piece horrified me on so many levels. On the one hand, you (the editorial “you”, of course) cannot possibly defend leaving a toddler alone like that; on the other, the social workers/agencies involved really did seem to raise the parenting bar once it gave them an opportunity to take her child. Here in GA, there’s been outrage over kids being taken away arbitrarily and adopted out-of-state, without parents or other family members getting anything like a say in the process. As a parent, the thought of a government agency just summarily taking your child(ren) away at all, let alone permanently, is the darkest of nightmares.
Then again, I’ve always tended not to leave my children alone in their cribs with only crackers for company, so maybe I shouldn’t be so worried.
Wow, just… This movie makies me embarrassed for the 80’s, and I lived them in all their neon glory! I was *just* thinking about this movie the other day; while flipping around the dial I ran across another film with a similar gymnastic-y love scene.
Oh, and were the words “from the director of Purple Rain” something that would have people rushing to theaters?!
@Kat From Jersey: If you did not see “Graffiti Bridge” and/or “Under the Cherry Moon”, give thanks to the Lord above, because I saw them both, and hell is now redundant.
[blockquote]”… and hell is now redundant.”[/blockquote]
Ha! Yet another phrase I plan to steal from the estimable Jaybird. Happy New Year!
Back atcha, darlin’. :)