DREAMS ARE WHAT LE CINEMA IS FOR…: MOMMIE DEAREST 1981

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I know, I know…yet another day without the Flesh Feast review. But I have a good excuse! I’ve been bingeing on this new blog I found, and I think I’ve found another (yes, ANOTHER!) influence on how/where/what I want Six Degrees of Stoogeration to be. Ironically, the subject is Joan Crawford, who the Stooges (then known as Ted Healy and His Stooges) shared the screen with in Dancing Lady (1933). The subject is the camp classic Mommie Dearest (1981), which I vaguely remember being in the theatres. At least I remember all the jokes comedians made.

Years later, I saw the film on TV and I didn’t get what the deal was. I knew OF Joan Crawford, and what I knew, didn’t seem that much different than what was on the screen. Faye Dunaway’s performance didn’t seem to warrant the brickbats the Razzie folks were raining upon her. I mean, look at the damn woman in any film past 1950. You can’t NOT imagine that that’s a drag queen. Go ahead, I dare you! I’ve seen Dancing Lady multiple times, and I cannot reconcile the Joan Crawford I see there with the Joan Crawford of 1967’s Berserk! It’s not just age–in fact, age doesn’t even enter into it. Bette Davis aged in Stooge Years ™, yet didn’t quite seem to be the garish whirlwind of WTF?! that Crawford was. Everything seemed so EXAGGERATED. The eyebrows. The hair, oh sweet Jesus THE HAIR! If Elizabeth Taylor could keep her hair dark most of her life, why in the world did Joan, er, Miss Crawford, scald our eyeballs with such monstrosities as that “Old Lady Red” deal she had in Trog (1970)? WHO THOUGHT THAT THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?!

Now, what was I talking about? Oh, Mommie Dearest and the fact that it seems more true than not…at least with Miss Crawford’s larger than life personality. Maybe it’s just me, but there was a lot in the film that rang true. Joan did seem like she would say “Don’t fuck with me fellas!”

Let me get back to the subject of this blog–it’s more than your snarky run down of Z movies…it’s that, but it’s more–it’s a personal insight on what makes movies tick for him, it’s essays that “spoil” the movie (which I love), and the comments! Oh, the comments! Such comments I’ve not seen since the olden days of the internet/sitting around with my piano teacher! Knowledgeable folks who’ve often rubbed shoulders with the subject/stars of the film, it’s hard not to get lost in reading the comments and fall down the YouTube/Google hole of finding out more.

I’ve rambled long enough (when I could’ve been writing about Veronica Lake and FloridaNazispoitation!)

Ken Anderson’s http://lecinemadreams.blogspot.com! You won’t regret it!

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Jungle Hell | Jabootu’s Bad Movie Dimension

Source: Jungle Hell | Jabootu’s Bad Movie Dimension

This, as well as Andrew Borntreger’s badmovies.org (I’ll do an entry on that site too, trust me!) are my go-to sites for bad movie dissection. I love Jabootu because of Mr. Begg’s long-windedness (that’s a plus!) as well as his historical input–you want to know WHY Doris Wishman’s movies are so terrible? You’ll get some history here! You want to know why “Jungle Hell” is so terrible? Oh, you’ll find out!

I have seen this movie–or some movie just like it, 30+ years ago after the Stooges and Bizarre had gone off for the night. I believe this was double billed with “Picture Mommy Dead,” but it may have been a rare TRIPLE bill, because I also remember it being around Easter 1985, and “Billy the Kid vs. Dracula” playing around the same time. Oh, how I miss the olden days of KPLR and their late-night line up! Between (the then) KMOX-TV’s Bijou and The Late Show, and KDNL’s All Night at the Movies (I think?), you had your fill of bad movie goodness!

I miss the 80s…they weren’t as good as I remember the 70s being, but then again, I don’t really remember much of the 70s…

 

The Russians are Coming, The Russians Are Coming — Envisioning The American Dream

Is the Cold War being taken out of deep freeze? The accusations of Russia’s interference in our presidential election has sent a big chill down my spine, as childhood memories of the Cold War are quickly defrosted. As distrust and accusations run rampant, the terror of the Red Menace infiltrating our country, is bone chillingly […]

via The Russians are Coming, The Russians Are Coming — Envisioning The American Dream

Networking for Introverts (or, How I’m Learning to Lie Back and Think of England…)

Well, think of Hertsfordshire, anyway...
Well, think of Hertsfordshire, anyway…

When it comes to networking, we seem to throw common sense into the wind. Instead of finding a way to make it work for us, “experts” claim that you should do it because you have to.

Let me tell you, the average person won’t cut out craptastic eating habits, stop drinking, or anything else that COULD POSSIBLY SAVE THEIR LIVES, much less network, so maybe you need to come up with a better plan.

Think of it this way–if someone you knew came to you and said that they were changing the very way they are because of someone else (someone they were dating, perhaps) what would you do?  You’d probably say that they don’t need to change wholesale because of someone else. If they didn’t like the person as they were, then they don’t deserve them.

So why isn’t that the case with networking? We know that there’s apparently (apparently…)  a “hidden job market” with gazillions of jobs out there just waiting for you…but only if you learn to network properly. The more you read, the more you retreat into your hermit’s cave of introversion.

But all is not lost! Join me in the coming weeks (ugh…weeks…) as I navigate my way through the world of Introverted Networking (patent pending)!

If It’s The Last Thing I Ever Do!

Greetings, fellow degenerates! It’s time for another episode of IITLTED! This time, we’re looking at a work that some consider worse than Kook’s Tour, Atoll K, Blazing Stewardesses, Wagons East, Street Fighter…look, just trust me. I’ve watched this more than a few times, and I don’t consider it totally cringeworthy…but if you’re expecting “Hawaii Era” Elvis here, you won’t be getting it. The voice is surprisingly strong in some instances, but in others, you just want him to sit down and watch some TV (or shoot out some TV). His stage presence is…well, he’s on stage, there is that. Don’t expect any karate moves or sliding across the stage here–he’s mostly static with the occasional Elvis leg shake thrown in. Pluses: you get to see the cool 70s era CBS Special intro (you know the one!); you get interviews with fans waiting to see The King (note that most of them are young, yet once you see the audience during the performance, they’re decidedly more matronly.) Final note: it’s not that bad to me, but I’ve grown up watching films like Trog and the collective works of Rudy Ray Moore–it takes a lot for me to declare you bad!