In exactly seven days (3.20.16) I’ll be celebrating four years of sobriety. Not a big deal in AA circles or in the eyes of the usually disapproving Glenn Kenny, I realize, but it sure feels good on this end. I thought about this last night, and it ushered in, ironically, memories of how happy I was in my partying days (late teens to late 20s) and…really, just how blissful things felt from time to time. Sporadically blissful, I mean. Little kisses and shots and caresses.

Not in any grounded or substantive sense — profound spiritual contentment was a long way off — but I was having so many good and happy times in the evenings (and over occasional straight-through weekend marathons). Daytime and work was another thing, but when the sun went down the adventures began! So much laughter and great sex (although the bulk of my luckiness happened between 25 and 35) and hilarious adventures and great craziness with friends.

It began to hit me around 24 or 25 that all this happiness couldn’t last, and that grimming up and getting down in the world of journalism, however satisfying or rewarding this would prove in the long run, would signal the end of my ecstasy period. It was hard, all right. “The page is turning and the joy I knew is slipping away but I have to let it go so I can start the next phase,” I told myself over and over. But God, it was so sad.

The growing awareness that my off-and-on nocturnal delight had to come to an end felt like a virus…as if a kind of spreading melancholia had taken over my system. It was around this time when terms like “the grim slide” (a term coined by Tom Wolfe) and “Hollywood Weltschmerz” became my mantras. I remember sharing the former with Jack Nicholson during a 1982 interview for The Border and Nicholson chuckling and getting it immediately, or at least in a cultural-political sense….”the grim slide!”

It all started this morning when Sasha Stone tweeted that Mary Elizabeth Winstead‘s performance in 10 Cloverfield Lane contains nods to Sigourney Weaver‘s performances in the two Alien films. To which I replied: “Pour it on for one of the most irritatingly ‘acted’ performances in recent memory. Gasping, wide-eyed, wimpering.”

Within the hour a small army of obsequious little twitter bitches jumped in to defend Winstead’s honor and gallantly protect her from the HE dragon. Key HE/Winstead tweet: “How to flagrantly ACT terrified with calculated ACTING tricks as opposed to naturally exuding the real thing….being, not ACTING.”

Mary Elizabeth Winstead in 10 Cloverfield Lane.

At some point Winstead herself jumped in. Her first remark asked in a chiding way if I also thought she was fat. (Answer: Nope.) I told her there’s a moment at the end of 10 Cloverfield Lane when she realizes that a certain above-ground reality that has been alluded to is quite real, and she says “c’mon” — THAT was good, I told her.

A couple of the little twitter kiss-asses thought this constituted harassment on my part. The monkey-obeisance instinct always kicks in…”We love you, pretty movie star! That guy who said those mean things?…we’ll defend you!”

I dropped into Book Soup last night and, for a reason I’ll shortly disclose, decided to buy a $20 trade paperback of Scott Eyman‘s “John Wayne: The Life and Legend.” The Vietnam trip begins late Wednesday night (12 1/2 hour flight from LAX to Seoul and then another five hours from Seoul to Hanoi) and there’s no wifi across the Pacific so I’m figuring a nice comfortable biography will fit right in. Yeah, the irony of Wayne and Vietnam…I get it, I get it.

The following excerpt, an anecdote from Wayne pally Rod Taylor (who died a little more than a year ago) is why I bought the book. It explains that Taylor invited Wayne to “one of his marriages at a church in Westwood.” Taylor was married three times — once in ’54 and once after Wayne died so it had to be a June 1963 wedding to model Mary Hilem, with whom Taylor had a daughter, former CNN financial reporter Felicia Taylor, in 1964. Anyway, here it is:

I’ve been faintly, floatingly aware of Ariana Grande, of course. Not the donut-shop thing but her performing chops. I knew she could sing pretty well but I never cared enough to listen, no offense. And I damn sure never watched Sam & Fucking Cat. But everything changed last night when she did her awesome JLaw on SNL. Now she’s on the HE map and will stay there until further notice.

Tapper: “You’ve had problems attracting African-American voters. Why is that?” Sanders: “Probably because I look like someone who at some point told them ‘get out of my store.’ They say they don’t know me but they don’t want to know me because I look like I do and I’m from Vermont. That’s it. That’s as deep as it goes. Tribal instinct. Plus…you know, the fact that a lot of African-American voters, no offense, seem to find it hard to pick up a smart phone and read stuff. It’s comforting, I guess, to stay curled up in that low-information foxhole. What are ya gonna do? That guy’s grandma said she ‘don’t know no Bernie’ because she doesn’t wanna know. Plus the gender thing.”

Once again I fucked myself because I didn’t take the time to do the research. The sound-synch issue wouldn’t go away and so I finally decided I had to junk the Samsung 60″ 1080p that I’ve had for about three years and get a newbie. Well, the big stores don’t sell 1080s any more — you pretty much have to buy a 4K. Being a cheap-ass and insufficiently temperate in these matters, I decided to buy the most reasonably priced 4K that had first-rate approvals on CNET and elsewhere — a Samsung 65″ 4K (UN65JU65OOF) for $1700 and change.

They delivered it last weekend. The 4K was set up after an hour or so, and I was pretty damn delighted with the resolution. It really does seem to pop a bit more than 1080p. But then I was told by a guy who knows all about this stuff that the “cheap” Samsung I’d purchased doesn’t have HDR (high dynamic range) and therefore it won’t be able to interface with and/or derive maximum visual benefit from a 4K Bluray player.

Do I have the slightest interest in purchasing a 4K player? No, but sooner or later you have to succumb to what’s happening and available and current. Yes, it’s all streaming these days (I also got a new Roku 4 because it’s 4K-friendly) but I can’t completely divorce myself from the comforts of physical media.

I’m flabbergasted that the Best Buy guys have the balls to look people in the eye and sell them 4K TVs that can’t play 4K Blurays. Which is roughly analogous to selling customers 1080p flatscreens six or seven years ago and then telling them the next day that their sets can’t play Blurays. But that’s exactly what they’ll do if you let them.

The older I get and the more I attempt to arrest the gradual weathering, creasing and flabification (by way of sobriety, healthy eating, astringent facial creams, regular exercise and the wearing of studly leather motorcycle jackets), the more beautiful I find photos like these. Snapped in 1946 at age 22, about a year before the Broadway debut of A Streetcar Named Desire.

Speaking to press this morning in Largo, Florida, Marco Rubio — over, finished, probably on the brink of withdrawing from the race — hedged on whether he would support Donald Trump as the Republican presidential nominee. “It’s called chaos, anarchy and that’s what we’re careening toward,” Rubio said. “We are being ripped apart at the seams now, and it’s disturbing. I am sad for this country. This country is supposed to be an example to the world.” Asked if he’ll still support Trump, Rubio responded: “I don’t know. I intend to support the Republican nominee, but [it’s] getting harder every day.” — from a 3.12.16 Guardian report by Sabrina Siddiqui.

Marco Rubio on Trump and violence. Sat. March 12, 2016. from Omar Moore on Vimeo.

I shared the following last June: “I regard all raves of all films shown at South by Southwest as highly suspect. Way too many easy-lay geeks attend this Austin-based festival, and when they see something half-decent they all go ‘wheee!…we’re totally in love with this film and the filmmakers and distributors who allowed us to see it early because this makes us look necessary and important in the overall scheme!'”

Yes, I tend to trust Variety‘s Justin Chang as a rule or at least most of the time, but even Chang, I fear, might be affected by the SXSW ether. Yes, Trainwreck was wildly praised last year and I wound up feeling the same way, but I’ve been to SXSW and it’s just too much of a celebration of itself. Almost every movie finds some kind of love there. Too much generosity can be a bad thing.

Chang on Richard Linklater’s Everybody Wants Some: “This is the rare mainstream movie that, rather than treating its characters’ sex drives as an opportunity for crass cynicism or mindless vulgarity, wears its libido bravely, and thoughtfully, on its sleeve.

During a CNBC discussion about the U.S. economy two days ago, Wall Street analyst Asher Edelman contended that four out of five Americans have been grappling with recession-like conditions for the last 15 years. Soon after Adelman explained why a Bernie Sanders presidency would be better for the economy.

“I think it is pretty straightforward,” Edelman said. “The average American has not had an increase in pay in over 15 years. But things cost more in the marketplaces. He has been in a recession for 15 years. Nothing’s changed for him. On the top, we are not in a recession. But 80% of Americans have been in a recession for at least 15 years.”

After Adelman’s recession remark the CNBC host argued that “nobody” believes the U.S. is in a recession. Adelman: “Who is your nobody?” 

Another panelist suggested that Adelman was discussing economic justice rather than strict economics. “That’s a social issue,” Adelman responded. “I am talking about money and economics. People can buy less for what they have now than they could 15 years ago. In their lives, that’s a recession.”

Adelman was then asked, among other panelists, who would make the best candidate for the economy, and he said without hesitation that Bernie Sanders would be that person.

The above quote is from a Lucia Graves Guardian piece about violence against protestors at Trump rallies. The article was posted before tonight’s clashes in Chicago between pro- and anti-Donald Trump forces following the Republican contender’s decision to cancel a rally.

Best Twitter comment: “Maybe she was just trying to hail a cab?” The woman has been identified as Birgitt Petersen, an anti-tax activist. Pic was taken by Chicago Tribune photographer E. Jason Wambsgans (@ejwamb); the guy on the left is Michael Joseph Garza (@ampersandcastle).

I’m sorry but “Dirty Love“, a track from 1973’s Over-Nite Sensation, is the only Frank Zappa song I know the lyrics to. It’s the only Zappa song I know, period. I always loved his humorous album and song titles — “Dog Breath,” “Weasels Ripped My Flesh,” “We’re Only In It For The Money” — but it never got much further than that.