Let’s say those stories about Mohammed being a bloodthirsty Jew-hater really were “backdated” to “justify” the “murderous acts” of Muslim kings.
Those Muslim kings were still “murderous,” right?
Daniel R. Budnik writes:
So, if Fonz jumping the shark is a “jump the shark” moment, then five episodes later, with the introduction of Leather and a very good two-part story, it righted its own errors. I don’t know if there is as ubiquitous a term for this—“Polishing the Leather?” “Singing with Quatro?” Or, perhaps most fittingly given the show in question, “Punching the Jukebox”?
Not surprisingly, Rita Hayworth makes the Top 10, at AllThingsKevin:
Margarita Cansino, as she was born, was one of the most desired pin-up girls of the WWII era, and of course then there was that performance of Blame it on Mame in Gilda. Though her natural hair colour was dark brown, almost black, and she famously went blonde for hubby Orson Welles in The Lady from Shanghai, Rita was mostly known as a knock-out redheaded beauty. Hell, the lady even married a prince (more than a decade before Grace Kelly) and according to some stories, had the cocktail (the Margarita!) named after her by a lovestruck bartender-cum-drink inventor.
I re-watched Gilda the other day — it gets weirder, and therefore better, all the time.
How many times has David Lynch watched it, I wonder…
Marked by the distinctly cynical viewpoint and shadowy ambiance of film noir, Gilda could be described as a “hate story.” By focusing on the polluted, venomous relationship between Gilda and Johnny, Vidor gives the film its slightly perverse – some have said sadomasochistic – feel. Ford showed remarkable insight into the film’s racy themes when he pronounced “the picture was about hate being as exciting an emotion as love.” Johnny and Gilda seem to delight in hurting and humiliating each other, making this one of the oddest film romances ever made.
In reality, Ford and Hayworth were great friends and even lived next door to each other for a time in Hollywood. Gilda was Ford and Hayworth’s second pairing after The Lady in Question (1940), which some said began Ford’s screen infatuation with Hayworth. Ford admitted to having an affair with Hayworth, though he was a man of discretion and never gave details about his involvement with the luscious movie star in his autobiography.
But what keeps it from greatness is the same problem I have with Rio Bravo:
The almost farcical door-slamming — characters constantly running back and forth from Location A to Location B.
It’s the sort of thing I expect from a high school play written by a talented but less-than-confident student; in a “serious” movie, all that “action” grates on my nerves.
Mark Steyn writes:
The freedom to hate is part of what makes us human, and what makes us free, and therefore “without Contraries is no progression” – which is why those places most advanced toward Zach Traynor’s utopia (American college campuses, say) seem most stagnant. I wouldn’t necessarily want to argue that Jian Ghomeshi, the impeccably liberal, progressive CBC radio host of plonkingly correct attitudes Tweeting out his support for #EndViolenceAgainstWomenDay all year long while cheerfully punching their lights out in his apartment every night, is a testament to the strain of living under such a regime, but the strange, increasingly vicious urge to ban, silence, forbid, exile, obliterate even the mildest disagreeement that now characterizes “liberal” institutions such as the academy suggests that the formal proscription of “hate” only leads it to find other outlets. The world Traynor’s generation is ushering in will be be bloodier than one of Mr Ghomeshi’s dates.
No, this isn’t about that old publishing saying that a book called Hitler’s Golfing Dog would outsell the Bible.
Instead, Steve Sailer writes:
The surprisingly common Jewish-American preoccupation with vague family legends of a grandfather being blackballed at a country club has led me to study up on the history of private clubs. It turns out that most of what we think we know is a retconning of American social history. (…)
Why have a higher proportion of Jews than gentiles belonged to country clubs? Because, with the possible exception of a couple of decades around 1900, Jews in America have always tended to be richer on average than gentiles. For instance, Hillcrest was said to be the most expensive club to join in the country during the Gatsby era.
Jewish clubs tend to have surprisingly dull golf courses relative to the lavishness of their facilities for socializing. The WASP urge to invest in the golf course rather than the clubhouse surprised even the Quaalude-hindered brain of Belfort. (…)
Although it’s almost universally claimed that the only reason Jews formed their own clubs was because of discrimination by gentiles, that seems increasingly like a tendentious talking point. After all, they had separate ideas of what was fun: WASPs and Irish Catholics liked golf and drinking, while Jews liked dining and entertainment.
On this day in 1978, ‘progressive’ Democrat Jim Jones killed more black people than any rightwing ‘redneck’ you can name
John Fund wrote in Dec 2013:
I was living in San Francisco during the period when Jim Jones was a Democratic power broker, known for his ability to deliver thousands of votes. I recall that in 1976, Assemblyman Willie Brown, later the longtime speaker of that body, compared Jones to Martin Luther King, Angela Davis, Albert Einstein, and Chairman Mao in an introduction.
That same year, Walter Mondale, Jimmy Carter’s vice-presidential candidate, met personally with Jones. So did Jimmy Carter’s wife, Rosalynn.
Among dozens of accolades from leading Democrats that Jones collected was this one from Joseph Califano, who was secretary of Health, Education and Welfare under Jimmy Carter: “Knowing your commitment and compassion, your interest in protecting individual liberty and freedom have made an outstanding contribution to furthering the cause of human dignity.”
Jones basked in the glow of praise his People’s Temple garnered from gullible politicians, and San Francisco mayor George Moscone, later tragically assassinated in 1978, even appointed him to San Francisco’s housing commission. Jones had been responsible for an incredible vote-harvesting operation that may have made the difference in Moscone’s narrow 4,000-vote victory over conservative John Barbagelata in 1975.
After Jones’s death, the national media briefly reported on the massive vote-fraud operation that Jones conducted on behalf of Moscone.
Meanwhile, speaking of dead people…
“One night there was some sort of temple event that the mayor attended. The next morning I heard that Jones phoned Moscone and told him it was a pleasure to see him the night before and to see him having such a good time. ‘But I want to let you know that the young lady you went off with is underage,’ Jones told him. ‘Now don’t worry, Mayor, we’ll take care of you — because we know that you’ll take care of us.’”
Milk, a perennial candidate for office until he finally won a supervisor’s seat in 1977, aggressively sought Jones’s political blessing. “Our paths have crossed,” Milk wrote Jones during an earlier campaign for supervisor, in a letter filled with the kind of awed reverence that the cult leader demanded from his followers. “They will stay crossed. It is a fight that I will walk with you into . . . The first time I heard you, you made a statement: ‘Take one of us, and you must take all of us.’ Please add my name.”
To so many of us, Powers Boothe WAS Jim Jones.
Should have staged some kind of “act-off” between him and Steve Railsback…
CNN: That irritating noise you hear at the airport — and your moral and intellectual superiors.
He was always yellow, and then they painted him wrong once. That’s all…At the time, we didn’t have enough money to do retakes, so when there were glitches and mistakes, they stayed that way.”