Sunday, March 17, 2024

Mixed Reviews: Poor Things

Last week the televised Academy Awards came and went and I never noticed. But I did hear about the winners the next day, and once again I shook my head in disbelief  about who was passed by and who was lauded. Now I like the actress Emma Stone as much as anyone else I've never met, but it seems clear that she won the Best Actress award for her boldness in showing her vagina to the world.

I haven't seen the movie, scared off by the reviews. They all mention that Stone, playing a demented child-woman, sticks all sorts of things into her vagina in her quest for and love of orgasms. Call me old-school, but watching people have orgasms (or sticking stuff into their vagina, for that matter) is not what I look for in a film. Still, hating to rush to judgment and miss out on a cinematic milestone, I read a few reviews. Some excerpts follow:

Rex Reed: "Poor Things, a surreal mix of science-fiction and pornographic fairy tale, may not be the worst commercially intended movie ever made. But it is unquestionably the filthiest. In a chaotic cacophony of mixed reviews, it has been described as weird, exhausting, repugnant, raunchy, garish, demented, twisted and bonkers."

The Guardian: "That cooing note of kindness in the title is misleading- in fact, there is pure vivisectional ruthlessness in this toweringly bizarre epic. Poor Things is a steampunk-retrofuturist Victorian freakout and macro black-comic horror."

The New York Times: "As the story stalls out and all the showy minutiae, the viscera and icky yuks just keep on coming, the cumulative effect becomes bludgeoning. It isn't long into Poor Things that you start to feel as if you were being bullied into admiring a movie that's so deeply self-satisfied there really isn't room for the two of you."

RogerEbert.com: "It's the best movie of the year."





Friday, March 15, 2024

The End of Evolution: Sheeple

Honestly, I can't believe how many people no longer have individual likes, original thoughts and personal opinions about anything and everything. It's frightening, bringing to mind the classic sci-fi movie, Invasion of the Body Snatchers. These days I go around checking the back of people's necks to see if they have a telltale red mark indicating they are not a person but a pod.

How else is it possible that everyone listens to, wonders about and follows the comings and goings of Taylor Swift and her football-playing boyfriend, as if they matter? 

How can fashion trends in clothing and hairstyles come along and appeal to  everyone, regardless of how appropriate they are to their particular body shape and facial structure?

Why do most men have beard these days, when they used to only have mustaches or be clean-shaven? 

What can explain the need, desire or compulsion to watch the latest movie or TV show deemed a "must-see" by the makers of such films?

What inspires so many people to spend so much of their relatively paltry incomes on tattoos, especially those full sleeves on arms and legs that cost from the high hundreds to thousands and serve no purpose whatsoever?

Why is the need to be indistinguishable from everyone else the number one need among our younger generations?

What makes people watch award shows like The Academy Awards, the Grammys, and all the rest, then rush out to see those movies and hear that music in order to feel "with it?" With what?

DO YOU EVER WONDER: WHO IS IN CHARGE?


Thursday, March 14, 2024

Pick A Side!


I am so sick of transgenders! Get over it, be a boy or be a girl, be whatever the heck you ARE. Actually, I am sick of being a human, I'd much rather be any other species, humans are so embarrassing. 

Boo hoo, poor me. 

The Ringling Brothers In the White House

Barnum, at left, and Bailey, yukking it up.
Kamala Harris, our Vice President and appointed Border Czar, has never made it to our southern border overrun by thousands of illegals swarming into our country, but did find the time to visit a Minnesota abortion clinic  yesterday because, as she put it, "We are facing a very serious health issue in the U.S." 

Joe Biden, our President, never said one word about Laken Riley, the 22-year-old nursing student who was murdered by an illegal immigrant on the University of Georgia campus, but today released a statement saying that "he and his wife are heartbroken" about a non-binary teenager who committed suicide in her high-school bathroom because of being bullied. "Every young person deserves to have the fundamental right and freedom to be who they are and feel safe and supported at school and in their communities,” Biden said. “Nex Benedict, a kid who just wanted to be accepted, should still be here with us today.” 

Personally, I think the flood of  incoming immigrants, one of whom killed Laken Riley (who should still be with us here today), poses a greater threat to each and every American than the need for people to change gender.

Remind me: How is it that these two clowns are running our country?

Wednesday, March 13, 2024

What Are Gay People So Proud About?

It takes one male and  one female to make a baby. Can we all agree to that? It's not my opinion, it's a fact and has been a fact since the beginning of time. You know, Adam and Eve and all that.

Yet some people -- a recent Gallup poll concluded that 7.1% of adult Americans identify as LGBT -- feel differently about this. Fine, that's their business. So why does it have to be my business? Or yours, or everyone's? Go ahead and be gay, or bisexual, or abstain from sex altogether-- do whatever you want. But please, just shut up about it. 

Why be so proud about being "different"? Do we really need to celebrate the fact that some men like having sex with other men and some women like having sex with other women and some people hate sex altogether with parades across the country? Why is that a good thing? And who the hell cares?

What I care about is puppy mills and starving children and cancer and war and poverty, not who puts their penis into what receptacle. Come on world, grow up.

Monday, March 11, 2024

Democrats Are High On Something

Typical Democrat voter
Come on, admit it: Biden's State of the Union speech was a freak show. An angry old man high on a speed cocktail that had him yelling insanely from start to finish, he touted his alleged "accomplishments" without actually naming any. Referring to the recent murder of a young woman as an illegal citizen, he added, "But how many have been killed by legal citizens?" Oh well, then never mind. 

Yet somehow his loyal subjects stood and clapped after just about every hollow word, while Republican Speaker of the House Mike Johnson, seated behind Biden, telegraphed his shock and disbelief to the world with subtle facial expressions that bordered on hilarious. 

As odd as that display was, I am most confused by the fact that the Democrats actually believe their lives are better under Biden than they were under Trump! How could they, when the following things were true during Trump's administration: 

Gas was cheap and plentiful. Inflation was low. There were no wars; Putin waited until Trump was out of office to invade Ukraine. Nobody crossed our borders without having been fully vetted. A roaring economy was obvious to the average person buying food and other goods. Our allies worked with us, paying their fair share of joint ventures instead of America footing most of the bill.  

Anderson Cooper, Jake Tapper and Rachel Maddow may hate him, but Trump enjoyed friendly relationships with many world leaders, including those of China, Russia and North Korea. Somehow the left-leaning media painted this as a problem, but I felt a lot safer when Putin was chummy with our president. (I've said it before but it bears repeating: I'd rather we be in Putin's pocket than in his sights.)

So exactly what drugs are the Democrats on? I might need to get some of those to survive these trying times.


Frontier Airlines: Non-stop to Hell

We asked for his name, but he refused.
Yesterday my husband and I embarked on a trip to the Twilight Zone. It was not fun. 

After getting up at four in the morning for a 9:30AM flight a two-hour drive from our hotel, we skipped breakfast, assuming we'd have plenty of time for that at the airport. Wrong. Though we arrived two hours pre-flight, when we went to check in we found a scene reminiscent of the Woodstock music festival, but without the benefit of being high. 

A crowd of about 200 people filled the ticketing area, where all the computers were down and all the agents were standing around doing absolutely nothing. The free-standing kiosks allowing for self-check-in were also not working.

After an hour we reached a ticket agent in order to check our luggage, a service for which we had already paid when booking the flight. The agent was a surly, disrespectful young man whose other job must be an MS-13 gang member. (See photo.) He yelled, "Go away! You're too late! Your flight is already gone. The doors are shut, you missed it." Pointing somewhere off in the distance, he said, "Go re-book another flight."

But how could that be, since it was another 50 minutes until flight time? Being intelligent and of sound mind, unlike that clearly idiotic ticket agent, my husband suggested we run to our flight gate, bags and all, some distance away. We did so and found that boarding had not yet begun! We got on, unaware that our nightmare had.

"WHATEVER ELSE YOU DO IN LIFE, DO NOT FLY FRONTIER AIRLINES."-- Everyone who ever flew on Frontier Airlines

Once on the plane, in our tiny seats barely big enough for a Munchkin (which for extra fun did not recline), we sat there, on the ground, for the next two-and-a-half hours. For the first hour there was dead silence from the cockpit, with no explanation as to what was happening. Finally a voice on the loudspeaker announced that because of a last-minute crew change we were "waiting for a Captain to fly the plane." Oh, good, there was going to be someone flying the plane. At least that.

After another half-hour the Captain finally arrived, but then we were told that one of the two runways was closed so it would take about 20 more minutes before we could be cleared for take-off. Next we learned that we were cleared for take-off but behind many other planes, so it would be awhile. At no time did any flight attendant of any gender offer us water, coffee, tea or anything at all. They remained out of sight, I guess for fear of their lives, what with unruly passengers the norm these days.

Once airborne we were permitted to buy a bottle of water for $4.49, and some other things like cheese and crackers and almonds for an arm and a leg. Not having eaten since dinner the night before, and it was almost noon, we indulged. (The $12 Bloody Mary helped.)

Early this morning my husband received an emailed survey from Frontier asking him to rate his experience. He's still writing.



Mixed Reviews: Poor Things

Last week the televised Academy Awards came and went and I never noticed. But I did hear about the winners the next day, and once again I sh...