Topical stoop on our block.
The three stooges. Kavanaugh with Corona beer. Gay pride flag for Gorsuch. A Hanger for Barrett. RIP RBG. And. Melania’s coat.
Well done, neighbor!
Literally off the trail. What Biden & Harris usually are. And. Why does Kamala laugh at every question? It’s silly.
Ruth Ware’s new thriller One by One is set in a chalet in the French Alps. A small UK startup getaway turns into murder and mayhem. Lots of harrowing off-piste ski drama and salopettes.
David E. Kelley’s HBO The Undoing premiere entices. Nicole Kidman and Hugh Grant. Set in NYC before Covid. However, in every exterior shot there’s scaffolding. No matter where in the City.
Speaking of Hugh Grant, his lover in A Very English Scandal, Ben Whishaw is the star of Fargo as the Irish Rabbi.
Totally off the trek. Tom Brady still throws a football better than most.
The Searcher by Tana French
Old Guys Tom & Gronk trounce Rogers & Co
Giants post their first W
Extra points are no longer a given
Games all times and days
mAd Ben returns to the office after 7 months
Holier-than-thou Jeff Toobin master debater
Fargo’s continued gorgeous stagecraft
Covid clusters continue to grow and more government anti-masked succumb. Could delay if not derail SCOTUS play.
Meanwhile. Chris Rock is everywhere. The first episode of Coen Brothers’ Fargo was gorgeously choreographed theater. Almost felt like we were in our orchestra seats. So far. Great.
SNL returned as irreverent as ever despite the Prez in hospital. Jim Carrey nailed Biden without gushing to debate Baldwin’s less sharp Trump. Mostly funny nonetheless. Chris Rock hosted and was a little nasty but got enough laughs. Megan Thee Stallion. Talent-less.
Traveling through current parts unknown, it is fitting that we remember Anthony Bourdain today. Lamenting the loss of this visionary poet, raconteur, chef as we pass by shuttered bistros and shattered dreams.
Nostalgic for Tony’s New York of debauchery and mystery. What would he do to resurrect the City and its dining scene.
Once Upon A Time in Hollywood. Quentin Tarantino’s re-writing of the Manson Family murder spree. Brad Pitt a happy-go-lucky hero.
Ryan Murphy’s Hollywood. Period piece with anachronistic wish-list of political correctness. Rock Hudson as his true Roy Fitzgerald. Pedantic message-laden editing that re-casts racial, social & Oscar history.
But. Happy endings are necessary now more than ever.
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?