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APR. 25, 2024

New Orleans judge In priestly rape case demands paper trail from Catholic archbishop all the way to the Vatican
    I'm not keeping close track, so check me if I'm wrong, but — of the thousands and thousands of cases of priests diddling kiddies, I think they've all gone to civil court for lawsuits and settlements. This is the first I can recall that's a criminal investigation, and it's about frickin' time. 

West Virginia confirms first measles case since 2009
    How long until Republicans begin holding measles parties for children?  

Biden signs TikTok 'ban' bill into law, starting the clock for ByteDance to divest it
    Say it ain't so, Joe. Forcing TikTok to sell itself is unConstitutional, stupid, and accomplishes nothing, except it'll reliably anger young voters who — seeing this was a bipartisan effort — will be less likely to vote in November.

"In the US they think we’re communists!"

The 70,000 workers showing the world another way to earn a living

'Unapologetically loud': How student journalists fought a Kansas district over spyware and won  

Meet the man who made Google search suck 

Officials failed to act when COVID hit prisons. A new study shows the deadly cost.  

No prison time for developer who bribed San Francisco officials for 18 years 

Boston police failed to arrest 'serial rapist' for years despite DNA evidence
    Excerpt: ...Over the next two years, a WBUR investigation found, three more women shared similar stories with police about a man who assaulted them after offering them rides at Boston bars. In each case, DNA and other evidence pointed to Alvin Campbell, according to an application for a search warrant obtained by WBUR. And each time, authorities decided not to detain him or seek criminal charges.
    Boston police finally arrested Campbell in early 2020 after a fifth woman reported she was raped. At that point, investigators made a horrifying discovery. They found evidence on his phone indicating he had sexually assaulted at least 10 additional women since the first incident in 2016...
    Me again: The article makes no attempt to explain why cops waited years to make an arrest, except to say that authorities won't say why. So I'll take a guess that's technically unsubstantiated, but fits the facts of this and a million other cases:
    Cops know who the perp is, but simply don't give a damn. And/or the victim is hot, so cops sympathize with the rapist.
    Cripes, I hate the police, and find renewed reasons to hate them every time I read the news. 

Voyager 1 is back online 

Republicans are suing for the right to harass election workers  

History: The Ludlow massacre 

History: The River of Blood (monument) 

It's just a jump to the LEFT — Tenacious D and friends 

Map of blogs 

 ♫♬  MUSIC  ♫ 

Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other — Ned Sublette 

Fuck the Police — N W A. 

Kill for Peace — The Fugs 

The Question — The Moody Blues 

War Pigs — Puddles Pity Party 

⚰️  OBITUARIES  ⚰️

John Brewer
journalist, Peninsula Daily News 

Terry Carter
actor, McCloud

Ray Garton
novelist, Trailer Park Noir

Mike Pinder
rock'n'roller, The Moody Blues 

Chan Romero
rock'n'roller, "Hippy Hippy Shake" 

Jeffrey Veregge
artist who "got into trouble"

Rev. Cecil Williams
follower of Jesus

4/25/2024   

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The Funeral, Funny Girl,
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, and a few more films

Full Fathom Five (1952)
Streaming free at Internet Archive

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#281  [archive]
APR. 24, 2024

Rub-a-dub-dub, it's men in a tub. This is all about US military submarines, and was produced by NBC for the US Navy, as an episode of the TV war-propaganda show Victory at Sea.

I'm confused, though. The narrator says the most important target of a sub's missiles is the Japanese merchant marine, but it's 1952. America A-bombed Japan in 1945, the Japanese surrendered, the war is over, so why were American subs targeting Japanese ships seven years later?

(Ah, my confusion is because the narrator uses only present tense, even when gloating over 1,300 Japanese merchant ships sunk during WWII, and a long list of other victories at sea.)

The film is interesting, educational, but of course never even slightly questions the why of any of such warfare.

Verdict: YES.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

The Funeral (1996)
Streaming free at YouTube

Ray (Christopher Walken), Chez (Chris Penn), and Johnny (Vincent Gallo) are three Mafia brothers, and Johnny is the youngest but he'll get no older. He's dead, encased in pine, and we're invited to his funeral. When the funeral's over, comes the revenge. 

Benicio Del Toro plays the bad guy, and I've always found him grating. Gallo too. And I abhor funerals, rarely have interest in mobster movies, and sometimes this one's hard to watch. Written by Nicholas St. John (Ms 45) and directed by Abel Ferrara (also Ms 45), you know everything's going to be hopeless, bleak, violent, and sometimes sick in the head. It's like life in America.

"I would say life is pretty pointless, wouldn't you, without the movies?"

There are moments in The Funeral that, with anyone but Ferrara, might signal it's time to turn it off, but for those who stick with it, this is very good. Very.

It's probably wise, though, not to watch in the middle of the night, because if you turn it down so the screams won't wake the neighbors, you might miss some of the soft-spoken psychopath dialogue.

"You wanna get deep on this shit? All them Catholics gone insane. Everything we do depends on free choice, but at the same time they say we need the grace of God to do what's right? I don't follow that. If I do something wrong, it's because God didn't give me the grace to do what's right. If this world stinks, it's his fault. I'm only working with what I've been given."

With Gretchen Mol, Isabella Rossellini, Annabella Sciorra, John Ventimiglia, and rumors of Edie Falco.

Verdict: YES.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

Funeral Home (1980)
a/k/a Cries in the Night
Streaming free at Internet Archive

Standard-issue low-budget horror. Let's convert a shuttered funeral home into a bed & breakfast. Stay out of the basement, and don't forget to tease the dim-witted handyman. 

Barry Morse from The Fugitive co-stars, and he's good, but the rest of the movie just sits there like a corpse.

Verdict: NO.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

Funny Face (1957)
Streaming free at Daily Motion

Fred Astaire plays a fashion photographer working for Kay Thompson, a haute couture magazine publisher. They're both detestable, always demanding, never listening, and they're both in their 50s or 60s, so the movie could've been a romance between them, but instead Astaire is preying on Audrey Hepburn, who's half his age.

Even in Schrodinger's Universe, Audrey Hepburn never had a "Funny Face," but the movie tells us a dozen times that she's all wrong for modeling, and it'll be a big challenge for Astaire to somehow mold her into being a runway model. In reality, Ms Hepburn was a runway model before becoming an actress, and the only thing funny about her face is the two-inch eyelash extenders the movie makes her wear. 

Astaire always had a natural charm on camera, so it must've been difficult making him as abrasive as he is here. When he gets jealous of another, younger man, Hepburn replies that it's an intellectual relationship, and Astaire says, "He's about as interested in your intellect as I am."

Hepburn is Hepburn, so she's delightful, playing a bookseller with beat and hep-cat tendencies. Astaire wants her to fly to Paris to model, and she accepts the invitation, hoping to sneak away and meet a goatee-faced philosopher.

The character Hepburn's playing deserves a better movie, without the intrusions of Astaire. And I'm a fan of Fred Astaire — but not Funny Face.

It's directed by Stanley Donen, who gives it his familiar colorful but overly-controlled look, and lets the dancing wander into overwrought ballet that worked better for Gene Kelley. Even the music by the great Ira Gershwin never got my toes tapping.

Verdict: MAYBE.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

Funny Girl (1968)
Streaming free at Internet Archive

Gotta love a good musical, and this is a good musical. Barbra Streisand stars in a biopic about early 20th century singer Fanny Brice.

Probably you and definitely I don't know jack crap about Fanny Brice, but who cares? To me it's a biopic about Barbra Streisand.

She's looking for her big break in a stage show, simultaneously self-confident and insecure, and she's hilarious about it, and she's also Barbra Streisand, so buckle in while she belts out the soundtrack.

Early in the story, she's almost fired by a producer, because she doesn't have 'the right look' — the button nose, or whatever defines beauty in a woman. Streisand does have a funnier face than Audrey Hepburn (see above), but beauty is an odd concept. It's about looks, but it's more about presentation, and when Brice/Streisand is on stage at full wattage, you bet your sweet bippy she's beautiful.

Everything else about the movie is OK, and oh look there's Omar Sharif, but Streisand *is* the movie and she's great. It's her first film, direct from starring in the play of Funny Girl on Broadway, and it secured her fame and won her a well-deserved Oscar. 

What we've got here is comedy that's comedic, romance that's romantic, plus tragedy that's tragic and weighs down the last act, but music that's magic: "Don't Rain on My Parade," "I'd Rather Be Blue Over You," "People Who Need People," "Second Hand Rose," even a funny "Swan Lake."

Verdict: YES.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

Funny Lady (1974)
Streaming free at Internet Archive

This is the sucky sequel to Funny Girl. Omar Sharif is mostly gone, and instead it's James Caan as a songwriter and nascent producer, trying to stage shows with and without Fanny Brice.

Funny Girl's sense of humor is gone, too, replaced with stale dramatics and lesser songs that are still given all the effort Streisand can muster. 

Funny Girl was a Broadway play before it was a movie, which gave the producers years and endless opportunities to smooth the rough edges and make it a masterpiece. Funny Lady was written directly for the screen, and for the money. No out-of-town tryouts here; it's an immediate flop.

Roddy McDowell pops in, making a comically bewildered face every time he's on screen. He's the movie's most reliable laugh, but I'm not sure he's even supposed to be funny.

Verdict: NO.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

A Funny Thing Happened
    on the Way to the Forum
(1966)
Streaming free at Internet Archive

During the Roman Empire, a slave wants to buy his freedom. The slave is Zero Mostel, so it's a comedy tonight, big and loud and funny. These are quite possibly the funniest slaves I've ever seen.

The gist of the story is that Zero's owner's son (holy crap it's Phantom of the Opera Michael Crawford, fresh from adolescence) is in love with a prostitute, and Zero is promised freedom if he can help him win her heart.

From this comes a flurry of misunderstandings, sly outsmartings, gropings, oglings, crossdressing, a chariot race, and everything else you'd expect from an over-the-top lowbrow comedy of the era. It happens too quick and crazy to keep the plot in your head, and it's trying too hard to be constantly funny, but … it is constantly funny, in the old-fashioned, exaggerated and farcical way.

Phil Silvers, Buster Keaton, Jack Gilford (the Cracker Jack man), and Roy Kinnear co-star. 

There are also several songs by Stephen Sondheim, and the showstopper is what starts the show, "A Comedy Tonight."

Directed by Richard Lester (A Hard Day's Night). Written by Melvin Frank (White Christmas) and Michael Pertwee (brother of Doctor Who's Jon Pertwee). Cinematography by Nicolas Roeg (and if you know anything about good movies, he needs no titles  in parentheses). 

Verdict: YES.

♦ ♦ ♦

The Furious Flycycle (1980)
Streaming free at YouTube

Searching the web for good shorts, far too often what's recommended are shorts for kids. Being not a kid, I hated this animated schmaltz from the moment it started.

"My name is Melvin Spitznaggle," says a boy's voice about seven or eight, and he prattles on and on. He wants to be an inventor, and I want to refine my searches better because, you know, I'm not 7 or 8 or even 7 x 8. 

The cartoon is OK for Saturday morning TV, but the kid's voice gets more and more aggravating. "Sound cute," the director must've told him. "No, cuter!" Ugh.

Verdict: MAYBE.

4/24/2024   

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Fury (1936)
Future Force
(1989)
Future Kick
(1991)
Future Shock
(1972)
Future '38
(2017)

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Sex

by Paul Modic


What matters more in life than sex or death
how much will you get before your last breath

Yes the orgasm is the height of sensation
then you feel how life's a vacation

Do these words feel like coming all over you
such is the reaction of the fake-outraged prude

The squares might say man don't be gross
we'll just have to save this for your roast

It's actually pretty easy to go around shameless
takes mental masturbation to pretend I'm blameless

I'm not crazy it's the world that's messed up
though everyone insists I need a cat or a pup

So what's going to happen, will there be a happy ending
or will a black hole swallow these words I'm sending

Everyone plays with herself but just don't admit it
they'll call you a perv and tell you to quit it

Life's most gratifying pleasures are considered taboo
when the easiest joy is to simply screw you

If you just tell the truth then it's never offensive
well that's my opinion does it make you defensive

Talking about sex means you're probably not getting it
but waiting somewhere for you is a shiny wet slit

Why are people outraged when you tell them the truth
their silly defensiveness shows what they're worth


Stop, stand, and wait.

To break the boredom of perpetual lockdown, I walk around the neighborhood once daily, unless it snows. I'm not adventurous; it's the same walk every time: six blocks north, one block west, six blocks south, one block east, and back to this recliner. And it didn't snow overnight, so here we go.

At the first corner, there used to be two newsboxes, and I'd feedd quarters into a machine to buy a newspaper. The first newsbox was removed after the paper went bankrupt. The second newspaper still publishes, but the newsbox is abandoned, always empty.

At the next corner there's a tavern, and across the street is my second-favorite diner in town, but both have been padlocked for the winter because of the pandemic. "For the winter" might be overly optimistic.

Along Humphrey Street there's a red, rickety, run-down house with four Trump signs still on the lawn, which gives me a schadenfreude smile. That orange imbecile is finally gone.

The Lutheran Church has a Little Free Pantry on its lawn, offering canned foods free for the taking. I take a chicken soup.

Two blocks further on my walk, there's a scrawny boy waiting for a bus. He's maybe 10, maybe 8, stick-thin and wearing glasses. I don't give him much thought until two bigger, older boys come along. They're saying something, and I'm not near enough to hear, but from half a block away, I recognize what's happening.

One of the big kids feigns a punch but doesn't make contact, just for the joy of watching the little kid flinch. The other one slaps at the scrawny boy's backpack. No damage has yet been done, except to the little guy's morning and mood and self-esteem.

As I come closer, I can hear what the big kids are saying, and the language of cruelty hasn't changed since I was bullied when I was a boy. "Dummy" and "Shit-head" and "Ya little asswipe" — all the classics. Then one of the big kids shoves the little one, but he keeps his footing, so far.

And then I'm too close for them to continue. In a few years they won't care about adults who aren't cops, but for now, for today, my presence is an interruption and they're on good behavior.

I daydream about it, but don't smack either of them in the head. I don't feign a punch, just to watch them flinch. I don't even yell at them. I'm the grown-up here, sadly, so I simply stop, stand, and wait beside the little kid. He's looking down the street as the bus — his escape — approaches from a few blocks away.

The big boys aren't waiting for a bus. They probably don't even have the fare. Their purpose is only to taunt or bruise the little kid. Seeing me standing and grumpy, and the bus coming, they understand that they'll have no further opportunity to make the boy miserable, at least not at the moment. Instead they wander down the street to make someone else's life a little worse.

The bus makes its hydraulic hissing sound as it pulls over. The door opens, and the little kid gets on, but I don't. I'm walking here, that's all. One more block east, and then back to my recliner.

1/8/2021   
Republished 4/23/2024   

Frozen, The Frozen North, The Fugitive, and a few more films

The Front Page (1931)
Streaming free at Internet Archive

This is based on the play by Ben Hecht and Charles MacArthur, the same source material that became His Girl Friday nine years later. That movie is a classic, but this is just a movie. 

If you've seen His Girl Friday (and if you haven't, you should) you'll recognize the plot: Star reporter Hildy Johnson (Pat O’Brien) wants to quit, but editor Walter Burns (Adolphe Menjou) won't have it, especially while an execution is looming and a room full of reporters are looking for a unique angle. 

The reporters want the hanging rescheduled to better meet their deadlines, and they sit in a press room at the courthouse, trading jokes and insults and occasional racist quips.

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#280  [archive]
APR. 22, 2024

There are laughs, and director Lewis Milestone gives the film some creative camerawork, but the acting is stilted, and most of the dialogue is barked or shouted. 

A larger problem is that there's no musical score, only dialogue, so it's an hour and a half with no relief from people barking and shouting.

But the biggest problem is that it's not His Girl Friday, so Hildy Johnson is a man, instead of being Rosalind Russell. A bunch of men barking at each other is inherently less funny and less interesting than having a woman bark back and win the arguments.

Verdict: MAYBE.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

Frozen (2010)
Streaming free at Roku

Three young adults talk a ski lift operator into letting them have one last ride to the top, for a quick run down the mountain, despite word that "weather is coming in."

And then the staff forgets they're on the lift, and shuts everything down for the night. And it's near the end of the season, so the ski resort is only open on the weekends. And it's Sunday night, so they'll be up there for days. And remember, there's "weather" coming in.

There's the setup, and is it scary? Hell, yes. Before getting on the ski lift, one of the three has been annoying enough that seeing him Popsicled wouldn't be sad, but what about the other two? 

The film gets a little far-fetched, in ways I can't tell you about (spoilers and all). And when there's snow everywhere and talk of frostbite, but you can't see people's breath, you're in a movie, not on a ski lift. And that "weather" that's coming in? It never comes in. 

None of which matters. The film goes for goosebumps, and delivers goosebumps.

Verdict: YES. 

♦ ♦ ♦ 

The Frozen North (1922)
Streaming free at Internet Archive

Did Buster Keaton ever try to be funny and fail? Doubtful.

Surprisingly, he's the bad guy here — robbing a tavern, shooting the wrong people dead, etc, in the snowy wilds of Canada. And who knew the subway went there? The snow looks real, and there's an igloo and ice fishing and a sled-dog team with chihuahuas. It's so far north, the North Pole is three miles south.

With half a dozen vignettes, The Frozen North runs 17 minutes, and never goes thirty seconds without a laugh. There's even a brief riff mocking Erich von Stroheim, a reference I might've missed if I hadn't seen Foolish Wives a few weeks ago.

Verdict: YES.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

FTA (1972)
Streaming free at Kanopy, with your library card

FTA, of course, stands for Fuck The Army. As an antidote to Bob Hope's rah-rah performances for the troops, Jane Fonda and Donald Sutherland organized the "FTA" tour, offering vaudeville subversion to mostly-military crowds at or near bases in the Pacific Rim staging areas for the Vietnam War.

This is a film of their shows, interspersed with brief interviews with soldiers, whose impromptu remarks are among the best parts of the film. One of the grunts says, "You have to question, and I was always taught to question, but the service won't let you question because they don't have an answer. They only have a rule book."

During the shows, there are no chyrons telling who's performing, so you're largely lost unless someone's face is still famous fifty years later. If I'm correctly guessing who Pamela Donegan and Len Chandler are, they're terrific. Be forewarned: Jane Fonda cannot sing, but that doesn't stop her. There's also Michael Alaimo, Peter Boyle, Rita Martinson, Paul Mooney, and Holly Near, plus a cast of thousands. 

The funniest part of the show is when Sutherland covers the war by doing play-by-play as if it's a baseball game, but other than that, almost none of the comedy sketches struck me as funny. The troops laughed, though.

It's the movie's anarchic feel that recommends it, and it ends very unfunny, with Sutherland reading a passage from Dalton Trumbo's novel Johnny Got His Gun.

Verdict: YES.

♦ ♦ ♦

The Fugitive (1993)

Here's the movie version of a great old-time TV show: Dr Richard Kimble has been falsely accused and convicted of murdering his wife, but escapes a death sentence when a train wreck luckily sets him loose. Inspector Gerard is always on his tail, only a step and a half behind. 

This version of The Fugitive is an entertaining and occasionally thrilling action-adventure. The story's resolution doesn't hold up if you stop and think about it, but you're not supposed to think about it — it's Hollywood entertainment, and a little better than the average of its genre. Thumbs up, definitely. End of review.

Now let's pause to ponder how an outstanding TV show becomes a slightly better-than-average genre movie.

It has a better train wreck, better helicopter chase, better stunts, and better screeching tire highway shots, but that's just money — any modern big-budget picture will top an old black-and-white show on such things. 

The moviemakers' smartest move was casting Tommy Lee Jones as its new Gerard — he's cockier, funnier, and more athletic than the TV show's Gerard, but it's clearly the same character, the same single-minded bloodhound's pursuit. Harrison Ford was a good choice to play Kimble, since the movie version of the character calls for no particular depth. It's just action, and for that it's tough to beat Ford in his prime. 

The movie's music, by James Newton Howard, is adequate if forgettable, but it's nothing next to the TV show's remarkably effective and evocative music by Pete Rugolo.

In a change for the better, Gerard is now a US Marshall, when on the show he'd been only a local cop, which never really made sense. Why would a local police department send a detective to chase an escaped prisoner all over the country?

Some of the changes are counterproductive, though. On the television show, Kimble and his wife had frequently argued, so accusations of murder were at least plausible, but the movie shows Kimble and his wife as being wildly happy together. 

By far the movie's biggest shortcoming, compared to the TV show, is that it's a movie. It's over in two hours. Even in the story's timeline, at most two or three days go by, between the train wreck and the happy ending.

The power and pathos of the TV show is that it ran for four years, which means Dr Kimble ran for four years — all over the country, always sweating and evading capture, always in peril, always alone, week after month after year. The show gathered momentum and emotional wallop, and often offered something to pause and think about, in ways a movie probably can't, and this one doesn't try. Because it's just another action movie.

Verdict: YES.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

Fugitives for a Night (1938)
Streaming free at Internet Archive

John Nelson is a conceited movie star, trying to break his contract with the studio. Dennis Poole is another movie star, but treats everyone with warmth and respect. So there's your bad guy and good guy, and they're both suspected of killing the studio chief.

Here's the romantic element: Matt Ryan is a nice guy who wants to be an actor, but instead he's a stooge for the studio, protecting the stars from bad publicity. Ann Wray is sweet on Matt, but thinks he should find honest work instead of being a stooge. 

The screenplay is by Dalton Trumbo, and that's the only reason this was on my watchlist, but a week after watching it and writing the above, I remember dang near nothing about it. 

Verdict: NO.  

♦ ♦ ♦ 

Fuji (1974)
Streaming free at Vimeo

This is an experimental short by Robert Breer, eight minutes about a Japanese train that's passing Mount Fuji in the distance.

It's mostly animation that changes perspective and colors several times each second, as a demonstration of how animation works. The frames move slowly at first, then pick up speed to create the illusion of movement, which is sometimes beautiful. There's no music, only clicking, to represent the noise of train wheels, or the projector whirling. 

Verdict: MAYBE.

4/22/2024   

• • • Coming attractions • • •     

The Funeral (1996)
Funeral Home
(1980)
Funny Face
(1957)
Funny Girl
(1968)
Funny Lady
(1974)
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum
(1966)

... plus schlock, shorts, and surprises

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Now accepting recommendations for movies,
especially
starting with the letter 'G'.
Just add a comment, below.
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