This week on the Substandard (subscribe! Leave a review!), JVL, Vic, and I spent a lot of time talking about gambling and gambling movies; if you listen, you’ll discover just how big a degen online poker junkie I was in my college days (spoiler: not a very big one). But we also talked a bit about Bill Paxton, the widely beloved actor who suddenly died last weekend. A few thoughts on his best performances below.
Today I read the worst story.
In this week’s episode of The Substandard, JVL, Vic, and I discuss the Oscars! Not what’s going to happen this year, really—La La Land is going to win best picture, director, and actress; the only real drama revolves around Casey Affleck and Denzel Washington duking it out for best actor—but what’s happened in past years. JVL chose the five worst winners of all time, Vic picked the five best, and I picked the five worst omissions. It was a lot of fun to record and I think you’ll really enjoy it too. Subscribe! Leave a review.
Big news people: We are
almost definitely still alone not alone! According to the Science™:
Life may have evolved on at least three planets in a newly discovered solar system just 39 light years from Earth, NASA has announced.
Astronomers have detected no less than seven Earth-sized worlds orbiting a cool dwarf star known as TRAPPIST-1.
As someone who has a.) bought a couch and b.) shopped at West Elm, but c.) never bought a couch from West Elm, I found this piece on the shoddiness of the West Elm couch “Peggy” to be rather entertaining. Entertaining and informative! Because people are ginormous spendthrifts, apparently.
An executive at a major company dies, alone, in his darkened office: a heart attack. He was an associate of the year or some such, a real hard-charging type. A letter from a health spa in central Europe sent by the man’s mentor, the CEO, sits unopened on his desk. Starkly shot—with crisp close ups, slow pans, slower reveals, and a perfectly framed collage of screens pumping out stock data as the film’s title appears above them—and modestly tense, and a teensy bit funny, this prologue sets the stage for the film’s 146 minutes.
Well, impending heart attack. If we keep shoving fried-chicken-covered tacos down Vic’s gullet, he’s not going to be with us much longer. Subscribe! Leave a review! Every time you leave a review, Donald Trump promises to do a 77-minute press conference. You don’t … hate the press, do you?