Feeling
very Blue Mondo Connie ala Turk because my therapist has been on
holiday. My 20 something hetero mixed martial arts pal Melchior
decides to treat the doll to dinner and a movie to cheer her up. We
don't have the same cinema taste so it takes 45 minutes after supper
for us to finally agree upon seeing the Sci-Fi clunker Passengers
starring the lovely Hollywood ingenue Jennifer Lawrence, who is one
of the rare modern day stars that I actually like even though I have
only seen a few of her films traveling on a plane.
The
male lead in Passengers is humpy, big foot jughead Chris Pratt. I'm
hoping that Chris will be barefoot and shirtless at least once during
the film.
At
the kino kasse we find out Passengers is in 3-D which I abhor, so my
companion forces me at gunpoint into a screening of Nocturnal
Animals. Animals tells the exciting and atmospheric true life story
of successful LA gallerist Shaun Caley Regen of Regen
Projects(Catatonic Amy Adams wearing a darkus lipstain and smokey
eyeshadow)
Her
gay brother played by an unseen Russell Tovey is having an affair
with her husband the sleek Armie Hammer who is actually wildly in
love with her ex Jake Gyllenhaul, a third rate writer who likes to
take a lot of scalding hot showers, and over moisturizes.
The
standard hilarious hijinks ensue when the films director Tom Ford
appears halfway through the proceedings and forces his ravishing
supporting player Aaron Taylor-Johnson to mount him KeyLime Pie style
on a dirty back road in West Texas. Mr. Ford drinks a liter of Mr.
Taylor-Johnsons sweet tasting semen, straight from the source in real
time with no flashbacks, as a gold Miata convertible stationwagon
driven by singer Beth Ditto pulls up and whisks the fashion
designer/film auteur away as tumbleweeds flit into frame and the
credits of Peter Bogdanovich's 1971 film The Last Picture Show rolls
out.
Had
cafe and kuchen with Nik Dragovic and his lovely beau at the end of
last year. Nik is the cute and sweet young Serbian/CostaRican
Research Library Fellow from Emory Universities Digital Library
Program. I met Nik last year at the Goethe Institute in New York
where he showed me his Vaginal Davis as Madame Bricktop devotion with
a clever tattoo of my macktruck mug on his leg. I just adore this
new breed of young guns who are going for it, if I may quote the late
George Michael of Wham.
I
don't remember reading anything about the passing of Hollywood golden
era star Gloria DeHaven in the summer. Ms. DeHaven was known for
playing the sister to Judy Garland in Summer Stock(1950), June Haver
I'll Get Bye(1950) June Allyson Two Girls and a Sailor(1944) and
Glenn Ford The Doctor and the Girl(1949) in films during her heyday
of the 1940s and 1950s. She also gave Frank Sinatra his first screen
kiss in the 1944 musical Step Lively. Ms. DeHaven was a fantastic
singer. I love her version of “An Occasional Man” from Girl
Rush(1955) and “Down Among the Sheltering Palms” from the 1953
film of the same title and her French version of “I Can't Give You
Anything But Love”
from
So This is Paris (1954)
I
worshipped at the alter of glamorous Zsa Zsa Gabor and her sister Eva
Gabor who was on the 1960s TV show Green Acres and later was the
beard of TV mogul Merv Griffin. I went to college with his son Tony
Griffin. Yes Mincy Merv actually fathered a child.
Many
probably don't know that one of Zsa Zsa's many husbands was debonair
actor George Sanders from All About Eve, who committed suicide
because he was bored. Zsa Zsa's last husband was the no account Count
Fredrick von Anhalt who while his wife was on deaths doorknob was
running around West Hollywood adopting sexy gay boys at his Starbucks
office on Santa Monica Blvd and Robertson.
Still
can't believe that Carrie Fisher and her mom Debbie Reynolds are
dead. My favorite Debbie film was Mary, Mary (1962) from the play by
Jean Kerr. I also liked her in Hit the Deck (1955) and Athena (1954)
both co-starring one off her oldest girlfriends the underrated Jane
Powell.
Carrie
Fisher in the 1970s was a wild child who I hung out with at clubs
like The Mirror-Go-Round, The Odyssey, The Other Side,Ginos 2 and The
Sugar Shack. Carrie, Tracy Granger(daughter of Stewart Granger and
Jean Simmons) and Elektra Anderson whose father owned the Beverly
Hills Hotel were three Hollywood teen girls who lived like no others
sexing and drugging in ways that make Lindsey Lohan seem like a tea
toddler. That was just the rauckus spirit that made the 1970s so
incredible. I'd better clap my trap as I am publically dating myself
as a fossil of antiquity.
Had
a nice time hanging out at the end of last year with baby diaper Joel
Gibb of the Hidden Cameras. If you havent purchased his latest album
Home on Native Land you must do so NOW! You will go crazy for his
songs “Counting Stars” “Log Drivers Waltz” “Twilight of the
Season” and “Dark End of the Street” which is this centuries
homo ballad “Strangers in the Night”. Mr. Gibb gets some ample
support on the record with guest appearances by Neil Tennant of the
Pet Shop Boys, Ron SexSmith,Rufus Wainwright, Feist and Mary Margaret
Ohara.
Have
to also mention that my old original gangster comrade in arms Alice
Bag scored a hit debut solo album that has been also critically
acclaimed as a modern classique. The self titled lp is on Don
Giovanni Records and boasts some incredible songs like “Little
Hypocrite” the Ronette style “He's So Sorry”, “Modern Day
Virgin Sacrifice” and my fav “Incorporeal Life”.
