So, there’s a lot of odious stuff in the New York Times‘ hard-hitting piece on film executive Harvey Weinstein’s decades of scummy behavior. You should really read the whole article. I don’t feel the need to highlight any individual part of it. It’s all amazing, especially his fixer Lisa Bloom’s remarkable hypocrisy. I do want to …
The latest episode of the Substandard (subscribe! review!) is, I’m told, quite funny. I take my revenge on JVL for his Scorsese heresies and we had a great chat about, um, Legos. I dunno, man, I’m surrounded by dorks.
But one non-dorky thing we discussed was booze, and after the embed of the show, I want to talk just a bit more about that.
In the latest mini-episode of the Substandard (subscribe, review, etc), JVL, Vic, and I discussed the life and legacy of Bobby “The Brain” Heenan, who, sadly, passed away on the 17th. Give it a listen and make sure to tweet your thoughts about professional wrestling to @jvlast; he loves hearing from you.
In the latest episode of the Substandard (subscribe, review, whatever, it don’t matter, none of this matters) we talked a lot about ice cream and then a lot about movies we hated, or movies we loved but never wanted to see again, or … I dunno, JVL had a bunch of categories. You’ll have to listen to find out.
Anyway, since I love ranking things and you love ranking things and then we love to fight about the rankings of things, I figured since the episode is kinda-sorta about Darren Aronofsky’s latest, mother! I’d rank his films. Sounds like fun, right? RIGHT? Pour yourself a stiff one and then step on in to my parade of sadness.
In the latest mini-episode of the Substandard—to which you should subscribe and for which you should leave a review (five stars, please)—JVL wanted to talk about pumpkin spice. So we did. But he also suggested that “grapefruit” is the official flavor of summer. This is, of course, nonsense. However, it does give me an excuse to talk about one of my all time favorite unnecessary inventions: the double-blade grapefruit knife. After the embed, let’s talk about this for a moment, shall we?
I don’t think American Assassin is a good movie, exactly—it’s a bit too long; it’s shot with a workmanlike competence that succinctly relays information without interesting or exciting the viewer; its twists and turns are all a bit too predictable, never a good sign for a would-be thriller—but it does have a pair of my favorite performances of the year.