Oh. The Oscars. Inane Red Carpet Questions. It’d be great if interviewers actually knew the people and their movie. Basic homework. Ryan does his. Even if his dinner jacket is ill-fitted. Seems to be black & white fashion night. All the stars look AMAZING! Thesaurus anyone?
Haven’t seen the films, with a couple of exceptions. They weren’t so hot. So. It’s off to Homeland. Later return to the inanity on fast-forward.
A white ball appears from the sky in the midst of Torrey Pines on the Southern California coastline. Tiger! Rory! Ricky! Even Phippy! Huh? Yes. Golf saves us from impeachment droning for four days. Praise the Lord.
Speaking of God. The New Pope is a bizarre arty trip which should be watched under the influence of something. And. Messiah continued to stretch spiritual and geopolitical boundaries. Season 2 assured.
Okay. So. Pats were topped by Titans. Too bad. Ish. Brady on the loose as Kraft takes a back seat to Weinstein.
Trump’s clumsy wag-the-dog Iran strike has changed the subject. The Chaos Doctrine. Mandates a fresh look at the Dem candidates. Who can best take back the reins as a global leader?
Most of Golden Globe winners. Never saw the movies. Nor shows. However. Brad Pitt is more gorgeous than ever. Classy stands out. Some orbs. Others not. Ricky Gervais anti-elite shouts. Well done.
Schitt’s tonite. And. How will Ray Donovan get out of this one?
Joe Pesci best in The Irishman. Van Zandt nailed Jerry Vale and Bo Dietl was well himself. It was an intimate slice of the big bad Giancana mobster world which took out Jimmy Hoffa and a President. Reminded me of the old days with my father’s cousins.
Worth mention. Kirsten Dunst as a working class cult survivor in Central Florida. And. The noms for Unbelievable. An outstanding riveting series with Dever & Wever & Collette all winners for their great performances.
Streep brought a compellingly complicated new character to Big Little Lies. Brian Cox & Kieran Culkin faves for Succession. Jeremy Strong robbed. Adam Driver is good in anything. Waller-Bridge of course.
Two on my Worst of the Year List have nominations. Season 3 of Mrs. Maisel and Mirren as Catherine the Great. Bad writing and editing the former and ditto plus creepy the latter. So. Nope.
Pats will top the Titans.
The Two Popes. Light fare. Tour-de-force from two legendary actors. Anthony Hopkins as the self-deposed Benedict and Jonathan Pryce who transforms into Francis. Sweet if mostly fiction.
The Report. Pedantic look back at the failed Brennan CIA-Cheney terrorist torture doctrine. And its coverup. Adam Driver good as the stalwart investigator. Annette Bening captures the stolid Senator Feinstein. However, more preachy critique than entertainment.
Marriage Story. A completely different Adam Driver shows up in this film. His multi-layered depth of performance as the husband in this bleak study of a marriage coming undone is worthy of its accolades. Scarlett Johansson is raw in her vulnerability.
None of the three outstanding. Each more about the acting than the stories. Barry’s girlfriend and Sheldon’s math teacher keep popping up.
Watching Tiger win The Masters with Gary & Ben
mAdBen’s crazy cool career & interview
Killing Eve & Fleabag, Phoebe Waller-Bridge
The Affair, Series Finale – The Whole of the Moon
Peter Dinklage as Cyrano
Brothers Wright by Colby Herchel
Miranda Devine, Steve Cuozzo NYPost & West Side Rag
Shining the bright if futile light on the scaffolding cabal
Mayor Mike joins the Dem race
A Decade of The Side Trek
Hotels have become kennels
Sheds shroud the entire City
If everything is a bombshell breaking news story,
nothing is a bombshell breaking news story
NFL IR List
Bryson de Chambeau’s robot golf
Mueller Report fizz
Schiff Show bore
Dem Scrum – too many meh candidates
Mrs. Maisel Season 3
Catherine the Great
Peter Dinklage as Cyrano de Bergerac.
In a league of his own. Stage actor par excellence. Evocative mesmerizing powerful performance. True to Edmond Rostand’s French oeuvre. Black box intimate venue in Union Square. Un cadeau de la saison.
Game of Thrones Tyrion Lannister’s passion and pathos came through up close. It’s all in his eyes.