Posts Tagged ‘entertainment’
Kirk Douglas, R.I.P.
The last living icon of the Golden Age of movies has died, aged 103. The actor portrayed heroes and heels with equal passion and flair. He received many awards, both for his career as an actor, and for his humanitarian works.
Don Imus, R.I.P.
Don Imus made fame and fortune with his mouth, and that same mouth cost him much of it. He had little filter between what he thought and what he said. It made for interesting radio listening, but sometimes disaster. I was an occasional listener and found him entertaining, but can’t claim to have been a faithful fan. He was very intelligent, and by all accounts a loyal friend, but he clearly enjoyed courting controversy. He was a shock jock before Howard Stern was a twinkle in this father’s eye. Most of all, he was sort of crazy and a complete originalist.
Oscar week…
I didn’t waste more than three seconds contemplating the dwindling in importance Oscars, but I found this piece on Jimmy the Raven quite interesting and well-worth a couple of minutes to read it. I will henceforth refer to the hollywood snots, not as bird-brained, which is an insult to a very intelligent avian actor, but as just plain stupid and unaware.
As it turned out, sore losers were featured, along with category winners. Even the critics were displeased. Would it have seemed better with a host? Aren’t you glad you watched something else last night?
Charles Aznavour, R.I.P.
In my youth I spoke French well enough to enjoy listening to the man many called the Sinatra of France. He wrote many of his own songs, everything from love songs to political and cultural protests. He was rather humble about his talents, and his looks. The latter was justified; not the former.
Burt Reynolds, R.I.P.
Burt Reynolds was a flawed man, one of many drawn to Hollywood, and one of the many whose character flaws were exacerbated and magnified by that town. By all accounts he was an incorrigible flirt who cameras loved, especially when he played the loveable rogue, which was often the case.
That was a bit much…
I didn’t mind the miles of pink Cadillacs parked near the church in tribute to Aretha Franklin’s hit song, though I found changing her burial outfit three times a little over the top, though one could have guessed she would have made an entrance befitting her life as a entertainer.
I didn’t watch the actual funeral services, so I happily missed a preacher fondling one of the performers, Bill Clinton ogling a performer, the anti-Trump rhetoric, and racist Louis Farrakhan sitting smugly in the front row.
The most charming thing is that Buckingham Palace played “Respect” at the changing of the guard to honor her.
