Posting a whimsical lighthearted column about the movie industry might not be a questionable move for a writer working in a country where approval, of the non-verifiable results from electronic voting machines, is almost unanimous despite an overwhelming number of recent news reports saying that Google and Facebook have been hacked.
The Oscar™ Ceremony will arrive just as American politics and punditry are put on “pause” while waiting for the sequestration train wreck (Why didn’t Obama just leave well enough alone and not put the wars back on the books?) to take center stage.
While living in tinseltown, there was one question that we were never able to ask let along get an authoritative answer from a qualified expert.
We would like to ask a simple binary choice question for two hypothetical film projects.
The first one would be this imaginary dream project: Shane Black is one of the very best script writers available. We get a script from him and it’s going to be a downhill coast to the bank. So, hypothetically speaking, he hands us a “top of his game” script and then we ask the dean of the USC Film School to pick student actors and a crew from the junior class to film it.
Or
The most promising script writing student we can find delivers something that got him an A+ grade from a hard marking professor and then (magically) we get Martin Scorsese to direct, an Oscar™ winning cinematographer to work the cameras, John Williams offers to toss a few tunes on the soundtrack and then Robert DeNiro and Merle Streep sign on to head an all star cast. They have to adhere strictly to the kid’s script.
If, after those two projects are completed and you could only go to see one, which one would you choose?
Speaking of Robert DeNiro, we loved seeing him team up with Al Pacino in “Heat” and that did good business. So now we gotta ask: Will Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise ever be matched up in one flick?
For that matter, wouldn’t you love to see what would have happened if Clint Eastwood ever get to play opposite John Wayne?
Can you imagine a cop, played by Angelina Jolie, tracking down a master criminal played by Nicole Kidman? What if they both think Lenardo de Caprio is telling the truth when he tells each one “I want to spend the rest of my life with you”?
Speaking of Brad Pitt, when we were in Kalgoorlie (in the W. A. [Western Australia]) we met a guy whose uncle had written a kids book about two spies who were married to each other. Sounds like a flick Brad Pitt did with Angela Jolie, doesn’t it? The last we heard the uncle was asking the Writers’ Guild to consider the possibility that there might be grounds for a plagiarism suit. It’s been awhile. We wonder how that worked out.
Did you like “Pritizi’s Honor”?
Folks watching “Apocalypse Now” are supposed to know that it is loosely based on Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness,” but didja know that Orson Well had a film based on the Conrad novel in development before he started “Citizen Kane”? The Wells project was never completed.
Which would be better for music fans: a new band gets to be the first to record a song written by the Glimmer Twins (Mick Jager and Keith Richards) or the Rolling Stones record a song that won an amateur song writing contest?
Far fetched speculation is fun as long as it doesn’t get taken seriously, but these days the best minds at the Amalgamated Conspiracy Theory Factory (ACTF) are ready to signoff on American Politics because by clever mind games any attempt at telling the truth is automatically classified as an ungrounded conspiracy theory from a psycho case.
Movies cover a bell curve for truth.
Documentaries are supposed to be an accurate cinematic report on the real world.
Some films are accurate representations of real events.
Some films based on a true story sex up the script a bit to sell more tickets.
Some films distort things completely.
Other films such as Star Wars are complete fantasy.
American journalism has gone the “Star Wars” route.
How phony would photos of the World’s Laziest Journalist cutting brush on the WLJ ranch in the Berkeley Area be? Why then did “journalists” sit silently by when President Tex, who was surrounded by Secret Service agents, posed for a few staged pictures and then the “newsmen” let the world think that a man who was surrounded by good guys with guns and had someone standing nearby with “the nuclear football,” would not hire some local trabajadors to do the work? Hogwash! It was a game of political spin and the Journalists were accessories to the deception.
The 2000 and 2004 Elections were both stolen, but suddenly and magically, after 2006 the unhackable electronic voting machines become completely beyond the capabilities of the foreign hackers who have been in the news lately and reverted to producing reliable results. Stories reported by Brad Friedman indicate that the American people are being scammed by the assurances that the machines are unhackable but facts are now extinct and irrelevant for use in any debate with conservatives.
Some time back when election official in Washington D. C. challenged hackers to take their best shot at their new voting machines, a team from U of Michigan reported that while they were hacked into the machines they noticed that teams from Iran and China were also getting in there and taking a look around.
If the World’s Laziest Journalist can post the des key number for the electronic voting machines (F2654hD4) what makes the citizens, both liberal and conservative, so certain that hackers both foreign and domestic can’t crack the “unhackable” electronic voting machines?
Do you suppose that those hackers had anything to do with the light failure at the Supebowl?
The work crew at the Amalgamated Conspiracy Theory Factory (ACTF) will have to be furloughed because of austerity budget measures and so they would be better off concocting some “pitches” to take to Hollywood and maybe try to get an agent who appreciates a good imagination and a command of current events.
Or?
If the guys in white smocks at the ACTF just want to kick back and take life easy (as their boss already assumes they are doing) they should just try to become Republican Congressmen. According to a highly classified ACTF report, here is a summary of a Republican Congressman’s weekly schedule: Tuesday morning call in filibuster holds, ring out, and go off to their girlfriends’ apartment to start the weekend.
Hangfire! That sounds good to the World’s Laziest Journalist, too. Flo of Progressive Insurance has 5 million friends on Facebook. How can we get her to “share” a link to one of our columns? If we could become a Republican Congressional representative we’d only need a few dozen good friends on K Street to feel appreciated.
Meanwhile, we’ll pound out some columns just for (as the kids now say) sh*ts and giggles. We know that we will never make more than a handful of readers (at best) stop and think about the theater of the absurd being played in D. C. Why did just one kid point out that the emperor wasn’t wearing any clothes?
Orson Wells once said that making a movie is getting the biggest train set a boy could ever want. Unfortunately we don’t have the exact quote for fact checking so we’ll just go with the most famous movie sound byte of all time: “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn!”
Now the disk jockey will play Ringo Starr’s “They’re Gonna Put Me in the Movies,” Clint Eastwood singing “For All We Know,” and Paul Newman singing “Plastic Jesus.” We have to go and take a break for a few days. Have a “I want to thank the members of the Academy . . .” type week.
USA hacked off at hackers?
Posting a whimsical lighthearted column about the movie industry might not be a questionable move for a writer working in a country where approval, of the non-verifiable results from electronic voting machines, is almost unanimous despite an overwhelming number of recent news reports saying that Google and Facebook have been hacked.
The Oscar™ Ceremony will arrive just as American politics and punditry are put on “pause” while waiting for the sequestration train wreck (Why didn’t Obama just leave well enough alone and not put the wars back on the books?) to take center stage.
While living in tinseltown, there was one question that we were never able to ask let along get an authoritative answer from a qualified expert.
We would like to ask a simple binary choice question for two hypothetical film projects.
The first one would be this imaginary dream project: Shane Black is one of the very best script writers available. We get a script from him and it’s going to be a downhill coast to the bank. So, hypothetically speaking, he hands us a “top of his game” script and then we ask the dean of the USC Film School to pick student actors and a crew from the junior class to film it.
Or
The most promising script writing student we can find delivers something that got him an A+ grade from a hard marking professor and then (magically) we get Martin Scorsese to direct, an Oscar™ winning cinematographer to work the cameras, John Williams offers to toss a few tunes on the soundtrack and then Robert DeNiro and Merle Streep sign on to head an all star cast. They have to adhere strictly to the kid’s script.
If, after those two projects are completed and you could only go to see one, which one would you choose?
Speaking of Robert DeNiro, we loved seeing him team up with Al Pacino in “Heat” and that did good business. So now we gotta ask: Will Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise ever be matched up in one flick?
For that matter, wouldn’t you love to see what would have happened if Clint Eastwood ever get to play opposite John Wayne?
Can you imagine a cop, played by Angelina Jolie, tracking down a master criminal played by Nicole Kidman? What if they both think Lenardo de Caprio is telling the truth when he tells each one “I want to spend the rest of my life with you”?
Speaking of Brad Pitt, when we were in Kalgoorlie (in the W. A. [Western Australia]) we met a guy whose uncle had written a kids book about two spies who were married to each other. Sounds like a flick Brad Pitt did with Angela Jolie, doesn’t it? The last we heard the uncle was asking the Writers’ Guild to consider the possibility that there might be grounds for a plagiarism suit. It’s been awhile. We wonder how that worked out.
Did you like “Pritizi’s Honor”?
Folks watching “Apocalypse Now” are supposed to know that it is loosely based on Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness,” but didja know that Orson Well had a film based on the Conrad novel in development before he started “Citizen Kane”? The Wells project was never completed.
Which would be better for music fans: a new band gets to be the first to record a song written by the Glimmer Twins (Mick Jager and Keith Richards) or the Rolling Stones record a song that won an amateur song writing contest?
Far fetched speculation is fun as long as it doesn’t get taken seriously, but these days the best minds at the Amalgamated Conspiracy Theory Factory (ACTF) are ready to signoff on American Politics because by clever mind games any attempt at telling the truth is automatically classified as an ungrounded conspiracy theory from a psycho case.
Movies cover a bell curve for truth.
Documentaries are supposed to be an accurate cinematic report on the real world.
Some films are accurate representations of real events.
Some films based on a true story sex up the script a bit to sell more tickets.
Some films distort things completely.
Other films such as Star Wars are complete fantasy.
American journalism has gone the “Star Wars” route.
How phony would photos of the World’s Laziest Journalist cutting brush on the WLJ ranch in the Berkeley Area be? Why then did “journalists” sit silently by when President Tex, who was surrounded by Secret Service agents, posed for a few staged pictures and then the “newsmen” let the world think that a man who was surrounded by good guys with guns and had someone standing nearby with “the nuclear football,” would not hire some local trabajadors to do the work? Hogwash! It was a game of political spin and the Journalists were accessories to the deception.
The 2000 and 2004 Elections were both stolen, but suddenly and magically, after 2006 the unhackable electronic voting machines become completely beyond the capabilities of the foreign hackers who have been in the news lately and reverted to producing reliable results. Stories reported by Brad Friedman indicate that the American people are being scammed by the assurances that the machines are unhackable but facts are now extinct and irrelevant for use in any debate with conservatives.
Some time back when election official in Washington D. C. challenged hackers to take their best shot at their new voting machines, a team from U of Michigan reported that while they were hacked into the machines they noticed that teams from Iran and China were also getting in there and taking a look around.
If the World’s Laziest Journalist can post the des key number for the electronic voting machines (F2654hD4) what makes the citizens, both liberal and conservative, so certain that hackers both foreign and domestic can’t crack the “unhackable” electronic voting machines?
Do you suppose that those hackers had anything to do with the light failure at the Supebowl?
The work crew at the Amalgamated Conspiracy Theory Factory (ACTF) will have to be furloughed because of austerity budget measures and so they would be better off concocting some “pitches” to take to Hollywood and maybe try to get an agent who appreciates a good imagination and a command of current events.
Or?
If the guys in white smocks at the ACTF just want to kick back and take life easy (as their boss already assumes they are doing) they should just try to become Republican Congressmen. According to a highly classified ACTF report, here is a summary of a Republican Congressman’s weekly schedule: Tuesday morning call in filibuster holds, ring out, and go off to their girlfriends’ apartment to start the weekend.
Hangfire! That sounds good to the World’s Laziest Journalist, too. Flo of Progressive Insurance has 5 million friends on Facebook. How can we get her to “share” a link to one of our columns? If we could become a Republican Congressional representative we’d only need a few dozen good friends on K Street to feel appreciated.
Meanwhile, we’ll pound out some columns just for (as the kids now say) sh*ts and giggles. We know that we will never make more than a handful of readers (at best) stop and think about the theater of the absurd being played in D. C. Why did just one kid point out that the emperor wasn’t wearing any clothes?
Orson Wells once said that making a movie is getting the biggest train set a boy could ever want. Unfortunately we don’t have the exact quote for fact checking so we’ll just go with the most famous movie sound byte of all time: “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn!”
Now the disk jockey will play Ringo Starr’s “They’re Gonna Put Me in the Movies,” Clint Eastwood singing “For All We Know,” and Paul Newman singing “Plastic Jesus.” We have to go and take a break for a few days. Have a “I want to thank the members of the Academy . . .” type week.