"Planes Trains & Automobiles" is the finest Thanksgiving film experience that humans can achieve. We shall not give pause for any discussion or dissent.
"Those aren't pillows" is the finest line of dialogue in the finest Thanksgiving film experience.
"How does he know where we're going?" is the second finest line of dialogue in the finest Thanksgivinpg film experience.
John Candy doing the "Mess Around" with Ray Charles and getting his jacket sleeves caught is the finest physical comedy in tphe fi-nest Thanksgiving film experience.
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Already, I am upset to be living in a world without Carl Reiner and I only know the man his public work and essence. But I have one small remembrance of a random encounter that makes me laugh and I'm gonna share: Long time ago I was a newspaper reporter and I had the chance...
...to write a TV script with another newspaperman and college friend, the late David Mills. Having been partially rewritten by a couple guys who actually knew their business (Thanks, Yosh & Tom) it got an award nom in Hollywood. And so Mills and I rented monkey suits and flew...
...out to LA to attend the ceremony. Carl Reiner was there, as I recall, for a lifetime achievement award and was pretty much the main attraction and I was as awed as any civilian can be. Mills, too. At some point before our category, some elfin, 95-pound female writer...
No evidence that he drank during hostilities; a hyped construct of Southern post-war revisionism. And the strategic and ballistic revolution of rifled weaponry and trench warfare ensured that the combatant's required to exercise the offensive would suffer greater loss in CW...
...Grant's competence was not marred by high casualties while maintaining a perpetual offense. Lee fared no better when he attempted the offensive. No, the competence was in the fact that he finally made overwhelming numbers matter in a necessarily attritive construct...
His greatness is evident in that moment after the ugly stalemate of the Wilderness in which he orders Hancock's corps to turn south at the crossroads and stay on to Richmond. He never again took his hand from Lee's throat and won the war in the East....
A brief Yom Kippur thread: Having worked my way through the regular Al Haytz, the liturgical jeremiad of sins for which one might make atonement ("guilty, guilty, not so much, oh man, unbelieveably guilty, guilty...), I had pause last night to turn the page of my prayerbook...
...and encounter an "alternate" litany of sins which seemed, in this new edition, to have been written explicitly for the very times in which we live. To be clear, these are all accurate listed sins requiring atonement with Yahweh. I am not making this up for Twitter:
1) "We have sinned against You, and Them, by refusing to hear and we have sinned against You, and Them, by betraying friends." Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Kurd... 2) "We have sinned against You by hesitating, and we have sinned by useless conferences..." Hello, Democratic congress.
1) Bullshit. You're avoiding the point here. Willfully. Cynically, perhaps. What I think on Baltimore has been executed in journalism, prose and film -- all of it is readily available. If it's what you seek, it is evident. But it exists because I am seriously engaged...
2) ...with what has happened to Baltimore. In fact, as a resident, I am vested in whatever happens next. Ergo, my criticisms and arguments cannot be partisan stupidities and flippant finger-pointing at lone officials when the systemic affronts to this city and all of rust-belt...
3)...America are deeply historical and complex, arcing back to the profound misuses of race and capital and forces to shape the cities. Everything from federal redlining to the interstate highway system to Plessy-into-Brown to the drug prohibition built Baltimore in ways...
1) If at any point you actually want to have a linear discussion you can stop overtopping me and just reply. But until you do, I'll play by these rules. Since you clearly don't understand the benefits of packaging to writers at the top of the producerial pyramid, here we go:
2) For me, on a development deal that is now almost two decades old, my quotes are my quotes and they are fat. If I allow myself to be packaged, then I don't have to pay 10 percent to my agent. This means that depending on how many hours of TV I produce in a given year...
3) I get to pocket between $200,000 and $500,000 a year in straight cash by letting CAA fail to aggressively fight for anyone else's services and bid-rig all the talent salaries on my show and others. I simply pocket my extra money and let everyone else fend for themselves...
1) Others longer to New Orleans will have more essential memories, but I can desitively muster one worthy tale of the legendary Dr. John from having had the opportunity to write some dialogue for him on an HBO drama some years back. And to be clear....
2) ....trying to write dialogue for Mac is an errand for a fool’s fool. No one talked like him. Even by standards the mangled patois of run-amok Crescent City verbiage, he has his own language. Mac invented Macspeak and somehow, even though the words were being conjured...
3)...in your ears for the first and possibly onliest time in your life, he’d have you nodding as if you were somehow fluent and as if only those words would suffice. He was funny as hell. So, pretending I had a good enough war for the task, I tried to stand next to him for...