Day: May 18, 2025

Joe Biden is not only a dead man in terms of his reputation as a liar and gaslighter who ushered in Trump’s election. He’s also literally looking at lights-out from prostrate and bone cancer, although who knows how much time he actually has left? A year or two? I’m not an oncologist.

If Joe hadn’t drooled and stammered and old-manned his way to abandoning his presidential campaign last July and had somehow, against all odds and in his dreams, beaten Trump, Kamala Harris would almost certainly be taking the oath of office by late ’25 or certainly in ’26…right?

Science Direct estimates, posted in April 2024: “Of all men with a Gleason score of 9–10, 34% were alive at the end of follow-up, while 43% died of prostate cancer and 23% died of other causes.”

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At an early Sunday screening of Harry Lighton’s sexually graphic, dominant-submissive Pillion, Lighton said he wants the film to “make you laugh, make you think, make you feel and make you horny.”

Translation: He wants Pillion to inspire erections.

Alexander Sarsgaard’s portrayal of the dominant Ray apparently earns him gay-friendly cred; Harry Melling plays Colin, a shorter “bottom”.

So Pillion is a gay Babygirl, only more boner-y or thrust-worthy or whatever?

From Ryan Lattanzio’s IndieWire review:

I just tried and failed to get into a 2 pm showing of Kleber Mendonca Filho’s The Secret Agent (which I have a ticket to see late Monday morning inside the Grand Lumière), and now I’m seated inside the Salle Agnes Varda to see Raul Peck’s George Orwell doc at 4 pm.

But I won’t be able to see the whole thing (it runs two hours) as I have a ticket to see Wes Anderson’s The Phoenician Scheme at 6pm. If I want to avoid the agonizing Debussy balcony I’ll need to line up by 5:30 pm.

And yet, to be honest, I have a vague “problem” with the Varda. Or my eyelids do. The red Varda seats are so soft and cushy that I may wind up drifting off. I’ve caught a couple of great sleeps here before so don’t tell me. The body wants what it wants.