Iranian Fiends Who Recently Massacred Thousands of Protestors Are Now Grappling With Karma Kickback

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“Pound them, Charlie…pound them.” — Jack Hawkins’ Gen. Allenby in Lawrence of Arabia.

HE believes that distraction is Donald Trump’s primary motivation in attacking Iran’s rulers…its military and governmental facilities. The idea of clobbering and wasting Iran’s detestable rulers is not a bad one, but the main goal is to make Don look tough and resolute…Mr. Ramrod.

N.Y. Times editorial, posted early this morning:

Nicholson’s All-But-Forgotten Cameo

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Before today I hadn’t mentally revisited Jack Nicholson‘s brief bit in Ken Russell‘s Tommy (’75) for decades. I hadn’t even thought of it, much less sat down and re-watched.

In a 1974 interview with Sight and Sound‘s John Russell, Nicholson said he agreed to play Dr A. Quackson** because “Russell’s films intrigue me…some I like very much, some I don’t like at all, and I want to find out what makes them tick.”

** N.Y. Times critic Vincent Canby described the character as “a vacuous Harley Street medical specialist.”

Maid of Orleans

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I respect Otto Preminger and George Bernard Shaw‘s Saint Joan (’57), but I’ve only seen it once and that almost certainly means something. I feel the same way about the Preminger as I do about Victor Fleming and Ingrid Bergman’s 1948 version of Joan’s tragic saga, which is to say “yes but…” Two years ago I described Carl Dreyer‘s The Passion of Joan of Arc (’28) as a lapel-grabbing, no-way-out masterpiece.

The one aspect of the Preminger that I really love and swear by is Saul Bass‘s poster art. Within its own realm, it’s a better thing that the film itself.

Ellison Buying Warner Bros. Doesn’t Feel “Good”

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Tatiana Siegel:

HE sez: But at least, given that Netflix has never had the slightest interest in supporting theatrical exhibition, the Ellison win signifies a slightly more earnest commitment to brick-and-mortar cinema. (Right?) Plus Ellison isn’t a rabid wokey and seems to believe in sensible centrism, which indicates (to me at least) that real, reality-embracing, non-woke movies might have a greater shot at emerging. If nothing else the Ellison win means that the final nail in the coffin of the woke terror era (2017-2024) has been slammed and driven into wood.

James Cameron about a week ago:

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Arguably Springsteen’s Greatest, Saddest Song

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I could listen to “Nothing Man” over and over for the rest of my life. Nothing he wrote or recorded before or since feels so grounded, so shorn of artifice, so unconcerned with the usual concerns of a songwriter-performer.

I don’t remember how I felt, I never thought I’d live
To read about myself in my hometown paper
How my brave young life was forever changed
In a misty cloud of pink vapor

Bedlam

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Over the last several months HE hasn’t necessarily agreed with the actual human commenter called “Marty Reeve Brown“. Certainly not chapter and verse. I am not a rightie, Lord knows, but I am a sensible centrist. MRB is clearly Trump-adjacent, or at least is a militant independent libertarian of some kind. On the other hand he seems…well, mentally disciplined. He mostly seems focused on argumentative particulars.

Plus MRB is blessedly not part of the psychotic, reality-denying, virtue-signalling, wacko progressive, Sinners-embracing, trans-celebrating, pearl-clutching wokey fuckface brigade, which is a reasonably fair characterization, I feel, of many HE commenters. (I’m not referring to the highly respected Kristi Coulter…she’s fine.)

It is widely acknowledged that the HE comment boards represent a rough-and-tumble environment, one that certainly reiterates the cliche about “if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.”

But the emergence of hostile satirical-imposter accounts over the last 48 hours changed the game, and then the atmosphere. At first I was lightly amused by the free-form imagination that went into the anti-Marty rants…I told myself “this is unruly but it also feels like an LSD trip…okay, one that’s turning weird but at least it’s trippy. It feels like 10-year-old kids goofing off in the classroom when the substitute teacher has gone out.

Then the air got thicker and thicker. The anti-Marty malevolence piled upon itself, layer after layer. Hostile pisshounds trashing MRB by pretending to be Frankenstein monster mutations while adopting hostile personalities, etc. And then MRB responded in kind by apparently creating his own counter-persona, one that trashed the persons who were trashing him…this site is devolving into chaos!

It’s all too much, man. Cease and desist. Go back to your respective rhetorical corners and try to adhere to common-man reality.

I guess I have no choice but to block the giddy fakers.

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