This is going to get ugly fast.
48 hours ago I posted the first part of this article:
Response was swift, from outright denials of the existence of a toxic fanbase, to adamant, admittedly wistful agreement that true fans should come together in solidarity and “celebrate” the saga that once fired their collective imaginations.
Before we get to Disney and the relatively recent canon that many believe irreparably split the fans, I will touch upon a small, cultish project that touched some nerves.
Three years after the release of 2005’s “Revenge of the Sith,” 2008 brought us “Star Wars: The Clone Wars,” the theatrical precursor to the long-running 3-D animated series (not to be confused with Genndy Tartakovsky’s 2003 traditionally animated series of the same name) which itself spun off 2014’s “Rebels” and the upcoming “The Bad Batch” for Disney. …
“Star Wars.” At once my greatest geek pleasure, and the bane of my existence. No work of pop-culture before or since has fired my imagination to the degree of 1977’s original work, and the collective of the series — in whatever form — has remained appointment viewing.
So how then could something so grand, so mythic that nearly everyone seemed to rave about over 40 years ago descend into a whirlpool of negativity and, well, abject hatred?
Read on …
My family and I stood on line in the early summer of 1977 at a tiny theater in Monticello, New York. …
“Say good-bye to all of this. And say hello… to oblivion.” — Riff Raff (Richard O’Brien), “The Rocky Horror Picture Show”
Such promise … unfulfilled.
“The Rocky Horror Picture Show” is by any measure one of the most financially successful motion pictures ever made, playing continuously in several theaters around the world since its 1975 premiere.
Adjusted for inflation, the film is domestically #85 of all-time on the Box Office Mojo index, with a gross of $503,793,228 which, of course, increases daily. The film’s unadjusted domestic gross is $112,892,319.
Not bad for a film estimated at having cost $1.2 …
I have been told I am not enlightened enough to believe otherwise, but to my mind blindly forgiving everyone in death is disingenuous.
For example, I will not forgive a killer, defined in this context as one whose singular intention is to take an innocent life in offense, as opposed to self-defense. That individual is irredeemable to me. Mental illness is a complex topic, and it can certainly be argued one is not in their “right mind” if they set out to deliberately claim a life. I don’t disagree. We can also blame upbringing and environment.
Regardless, intentional killing, potentially rife with reasons or excuses, is unapologetically a personal line. …
It was reported earlier today that Harvey Weinstein is ill with a fever and doctors suspect he has Covid-19.
I have some thoughts on the matter.
I’ve spoken with Harvey on all of three occasions over a three-year period, which makes me neither an expert, nor enables me to offer much in the way of anything other than what follows.
During each impromptu meeting we were at the Sundance Film Festival. Two of the scenarios took place at parties, the other at a ski lodge.
He was with disarmingly young women at each event.
Harvey and I had a professional relation in common, which broke the ice when I initially approached him. …
I would have accepted the money. Let’s get that out of the way first. I am not going to position myself here as holier than thou.
Confirmation of the long-standing rumor hit this morning: Actor George Clooney gifted 14 surprised friends with $1 million for helping him during his starving actor days.
In a new interview with GQ, Clooney said, “I thought, what I do have are these guys who’ve all, over a period of 35 years, helped me in one way or another. I’ve slept on their couches when I was broke ... They loaned me money when I was broke. They helped me when I needed help over the years. And I’ve helped them over the years. We’re all good friends. …
The following is one of my very favorite quotes …
These words first appeared in Henry James’ short story, “The Middle Years,” in 1893. From Wikipedia: It may be the most affecting and profound of James’s stories about writers. The novelist in the tale speculates that he has spent his whole life learning how to write, so a second life would make sense, “to apply the lesson.” Second lives aren’t usually available, so the novelist says of himself and his fellow artists: “We work in the dark — we do what we can — we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. …
First, there is nothing easy about it. Any of it.
You’ll need to work. There is no “get rich quick” parallel to earning money from your writing, or every writer would be doing it.
Second, these are not insider strategies per se; they are, though, strategies of which every aspiring writer for television and film should be aware because those who make a living at this game regularly work within these guidelines.
We’re in a dream business. All of us. Every writer and artist of any stripe. The hunger to create and sell your creation becomes at times unbearable, to the point where rejection — endemic to the artistic game — becomes personal. …
Whether we elect to be quiet about our political leanings on social media, or use our platforms to loudly and prolifically express them, who among us does not have opinions?
I personally made a promise to someone close. I told her when a new president is finally voted in, I would relax my own outspoken views online and share them in a more effective manner, as necessary.
But this post is about a fellow writer, not about me. This post is about a peer who writes on Medium, has written a novel, and daily works on her craft. She’s a Canadian with a strong social conscience who has expressed horror about my country’s current circumstance, specifically regarding the ugliness that is presently pervasive. …
I promised someone I love I would stop posting about this president once he lost.
The election, that is.
I’ve never been happier to keep a promise in my life.
This is my last Donald Trump social media/internet/Medium post ever, as promised.
Right now, at the time of this writing, he is golfing. Earlier today, one of his chief cronies, Matt Gaetz, who months ago mocked Covid-19 was diagnosed with it. An hour ago, Trump posted the tweet that leads off this article.
I’m done. I’m so done. I don’t have to repeat my myriad reasons now.
Oh, I’ll still post about politics and most especially social issues here. But Donald John Trump has been permanently evicted from my social media platform. I’ll deal with emotional triggers as they come. …