…the private plane freak-out scene, in which everyone confesses something deep down in order to clean their slate, the Stillwater drummer would blurt out “I’m a woman!”

…the private plane freak-out scene, in which everyone confesses something deep down in order to clean their slate, the Stillwater drummer would blurt out “I’m a woman!”

[Initially posted on 4.21.21]: My vocabulary isn’t sophisticated enough to describe the alternating tempos, sudden slowdowns and shifting rhythms in “Stop” (’66), a standout single from the Moody Blues and cowritten by Denny Laine and Justin Hayward. (Or was it Laine and Mike Pinder?)
The song reportedly reached #98 in the Billboard charts during April 1966 after getting lots of airplay on NYC AM rock radio (WABC, WNEW), and then it kind of slipped away.
Relatively unknown to even hardcore MB fans — i.e., the ones who only know them from the ’67 to early ’70s period of Days of Future Passed (“Nights in White Satin”, “Tuesday Afternoon”), In Search of the Lost Chord and On the Threshold of a Dream.
I know that a lot of breakthroughs happened in ’66, and this, in its own small way, was one of them.
Selena Gomez is a multiple Emmy nominee for her conributions to Only Murders in the Building. If she wins something, great, but OMITB is a chore to watch and about as insubstantial and surface-skimmy as it gets,
Emilia Perez has two headliners — Best Actress contender Zoe Saldana and Best Supporting Actress humdinger Karla Sofia Gascon. Gomez plays Jessi del Monte, the clueless trophy wife of cartel monster Juan “Manitas” Del Monte (Gscopn) who HAS somehow never noticed that her husband was undergoing pre-surgical hormone therapy for a long period. Her character is inconsequential, doesn’t add up, etc.
…that floods your system when you realize that certain canine bruthahs from Ohio may (I say “may“) have been killed, carved up, barbequed and eaten by Haitian immigrants.
THEY'RE EATING THE DOGS pic.twitter.com/lQqMW5l8pT
— Tarquin (@Tarquin_Helmet) September 11, 2024
This was my favorite moment in the debate.
It was 100% true and Trump couldn’t handle it. pic.twitter.com/i6EGN90JdC
— Ed Krassenstein (@EdKrassen) September 11, 2024
Deadline‘s Mike Fleming is reporting that Judd Apatow has inked to direct Cola Wars. Steven Spielberg is onboard as a producer.
It’ll be a presumably straightforward, dryly humorous account of the intense rivalry between Coca-Cola and Pepsi during the mid 20th Century but mainly, I’m gathering from Fleming’s article, during the mid ’80s. The script is being written by Jason Shuman and Ben Queen.
I’m sorry but what’s where’s the fun or fascination in this saga? I’m not intrigued by the idea of watching soft-drink marketing guys try to out-hustle each other.
The only hook I can think of is the strategy of Pepsi Cola execs to focus on the African American market, starting in the 1940s.
According to a 1.18.13 N.Y. Times op-ed piece, Coke’s recipe was heavily influenced by white supremacy and it was marketed mainly to the white middle class. Throughout the 1920’s and 1930’s, the company “studiously” and purposely ignored the African-American market.
What was the first major commercial film to dig into the Coke-vs.Pepsi thing? Obviously Billy Wilder‘s One Two Three (’61). It contains two scenes that riff on the rivalry.
The second most noteworthy acknowledgment of Pepsi branding was that Pulp Fiction scene when drug dealer Eric Stoltz says that when it comes to the quality of Cholo, the Harz mountain heroin that he’s trying to sell to John Travolta, he’ll “take the Pepsi challenge” alongside any other heroin on the market.
What other cinematic references?
I respectfully reserve comment on the white pearl necklace, but the pinstripe jacket is cool.

Kamala Harris won the election last night. There’s no way that “undecided” voters (i.e., those who are generally too lazy to pay attention on a day-to-day basis) had a neutral or shoulder-shrugging reaction to the obvious dichotomy — an obviously well-rehearsed Harris sounding steady, sensible, strategic and attuned, delivering good jabs and taunts while Trump sounded triggered, defensive, impulsive and undisciplined in his constant spewing of untruths. Trump-Harris may or may not have another debate, but my clear impression is that a Harris victory is all but locked in.

I SAID IT FOR HER. Lmfaooo https://t.co/A9lccokRLk pic.twitter.com/JbYHXI3JRj
— Scottie (@ScottieBeam) September 11, 2024
78 seconds of pure art pic.twitter.com/xvpOgo0eCk
— Kat Abu (@abughazalehkat) September 11, 2024

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8:37 pm: We live among morons…among millions of rural, red-state yokels who are actually intending to vote for a proven liar and sociopath who has no apparent investment in the democratic process…a power-hungry beast who is basically Viktor Orban, Kim Jong Un, Vladmir Putin…a swaggering pig in a Brioni suit and a red tie.



Sasha Stone has posted what seems to me like a reasonably perceptive montage of ten likely Best Picture Oscar contenders. I don’t agree that the respectable, earnestly acted Sing Sing belongs in this group and all the indicators suggest that Blitz doesn’t quite get there, but there’s no question that Anora and Conclave are, presently speaking, at the top of the list. I won’t be seeing The Brutalist, Hard Truths, The Room Next Door or Queer until later this month.

Matt Walsh’s Am I A Racist? isn’t quite as compelling or is slightly less guns blazing that What Is A Woman?, which I also streamed and wrote about with a certain fairness of mind. But it makes some fair points. The HE commentariat can hiss and howl all they want, but any documentary that gives the spiritually suffocating race-relations grifter Robin DiAngelo a hard time is doing something right. Walsh’s Christian dude principles are a bit of an issue, but he wouldn’t squeal like a falsetto bitch and might even nod with a certain low-key appreciation when reminded that back in the old hippie days “spade cat” was a term of sincere respect — a subterranean term that cool cosmic dudes and Bhagavad Gita hepcats might use to loosely refer to Pharoah Sanders, Miles Davis, Jimi Hendrix, Dick Gregory, etc.
