THE NEWS HACK'S CREED:
I know more than you.
I make lots more money than you.
I'm smarter than you.
I'm sexier than you.
I appear on TV all the time.
I work ten minutes a day.
I rule the universe.
I'm going to live forever.
You are an idiot.
THE NEWS HACK'S CREED, No. 2:
A lie isn't a lie when it tells THE TRUTH.
THE NEWS HACK'S CREED, No. 3:
I've come to realize that the looseness of the journalistic life, the seeming laxity of the newsroom, is an illusion. Yes, there's informality and there's humor, but beneath the surface lies something deadly serious. It is a code. Sometimes the code is not even written down, but it is deeply believed in. And, when violated, it is enforced with tribal ferocity.
--JOHN "OMERTA" CARROLL.
THE NEWS HACK'S CREED, No. 4:
News isn't news when we don't report it.
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Friday, November 26, 2010
And to roll out another of our golden oldies, as updated last year:
WHY ARE POP CHRISTMAS SONGS INTOLERABLE?
The standard explanations won't do -- that the Christmas season's one long shopping spree, and the platitudes of the songs are the platitudes of corrupt businessmen; that they're overexposed and inescapable, especially now with FOREGROUND MUZAK. Certainly the notion of America enveloped in DOOM and GLOOM and ENNUI won't do; Tom Lehrer and Stan Freberg wrote their very sour takes on Christmas in the late fifties, before our favorite assassination. No, the best explanation is that the songs are FLAT-OUT BAD. Christ was born to provide fodder for Lawrence Welk. Consider that none of the truly top Broadway songwriters ever wrote a hit Christmas tune -- save Irving Berlin; the holiday perfectly fit a lyrical style that at its worst echoes a rhyming dictionary ("Where the treetops glisten,/And children listen,/Stand beside her,/And guide her," etc., etc., etc.). The songs also brought out the most crass in the record industry as it entered its fat years in the fifties, a time when Mitch Miller thought it cute to have Ol' Blue sing a duet with a dog. You can't think of Meredith Willson's utterly corny "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" without the cute pizzicato strings and the cute flutes and the cute xylophone and Johnny Mathis with a two-second reverb and a clothespin on his larynx. (When Willson wrote his Christmas musical Here's Love twelve years later his depleted inspiration made him re-use it, proof that the holiday does not bring out the best in musicians.) Even the very few good Christmas tunes suffer from guilt by association. Arthur Fiedler turned Leroy Anderson's "Sleigh Ride" into an exciting, bracing mini-tone poem, but everywhere else Mitchell Parish's lyrics kick in, with their fakery of farmers and pumpkin pie and Currier and Ives, and it's back to the land of hack arrangements by Ralph Carmichael and the ooohing and aaahing of the angelic chorus. "The Christmas Song" (not great, but pretty good) marks the beginning of Nat "King" Cole's transformation from a jazzman of the first rank to an automatic molasses dispenser. Elvis, who frequently performed bad songs at half-mast, was the perfect pop Christmas singer, oozing the drivel out like a particularly unctuous undertaker soothing a dead body's relative, or a relative's dead body. And let us not forget the KIDDIE TUNES written for television though it didn't yet exist, sound-alike songs like "Frosty the Snowman" (you can hear the songwriters cutting a deal on the tune) and "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," whose title character originated at a now-defunct department-store chain (Montgomery Ward). One of the great mysteries of popular music is how Haven Gillespie and J. Fred Coots survived a piece of junk like "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" to write the immortal "You Go To My Head"; by rights their next tune should have been written by Bob Merrill. (Look up the tune in ASCAP's ACE directory and you find a veritable army of the tiresome acts that buried it: the Ames Brothers, Brenda Lee, Ray Conniff, Liberace, Guy Lombardo, the Mills Brothers -- and yes, I include Bruce.) While it is true that familiarity breeds contempt, the contempt starts early when those familiar notes in your brain are so contemptible.
P. S. There are exceptions: something like "The Chipmunks' Christmas Song" is cheesy, but nostalgic fun. And I have a weakness for Sing Along's seminal renditions (can I type for Stale.com or what?) as The Gang knew perfectly just how corny it was, and didn't try to escape it. But when ACTS must add MELISMAS to the "traditional" songs they ensure they're unlistenable too.
P. P. S. I wasn't quite right about "the top Broadway songwriters"; I should have mentioned the superb Jule Styne, who alas with the equally superb Sammy Cahn wrote two top $MA$ nuisances, but the first came before Styne went to Broadway, and the second went to Ol' Blue, with no thought of it being a nuisance.
WHY ARE POP CHRISTMAS SONGS INTOLERABLE?
The standard explanations won't do -- that the Christmas season's one long shopping spree, and the platitudes of the songs are the platitudes of corrupt businessmen; that they're overexposed and inescapable, especially now with FOREGROUND MUZAK. Certainly the notion of America enveloped in DOOM and GLOOM and ENNUI won't do; Tom Lehrer and Stan Freberg wrote their very sour takes on Christmas in the late fifties, before our favorite assassination. No, the best explanation is that the songs are FLAT-OUT BAD. Christ was born to provide fodder for Lawrence Welk. Consider that none of the truly top Broadway songwriters ever wrote a hit Christmas tune -- save Irving Berlin; the holiday perfectly fit a lyrical style that at its worst echoes a rhyming dictionary ("Where the treetops glisten,/And children listen,/Stand beside her,/And guide her," etc., etc., etc.). The songs also brought out the most crass in the record industry as it entered its fat years in the fifties, a time when Mitch Miller thought it cute to have Ol' Blue sing a duet with a dog. You can't think of Meredith Willson's utterly corny "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" without the cute pizzicato strings and the cute flutes and the cute xylophone and Johnny Mathis with a two-second reverb and a clothespin on his larynx. (When Willson wrote his Christmas musical Here's Love twelve years later his depleted inspiration made him re-use it, proof that the holiday does not bring out the best in musicians.) Even the very few good Christmas tunes suffer from guilt by association. Arthur Fiedler turned Leroy Anderson's "Sleigh Ride" into an exciting, bracing mini-tone poem, but everywhere else Mitchell Parish's lyrics kick in, with their fakery of farmers and pumpkin pie and Currier and Ives, and it's back to the land of hack arrangements by Ralph Carmichael and the ooohing and aaahing of the angelic chorus. "The Christmas Song" (not great, but pretty good) marks the beginning of Nat "King" Cole's transformation from a jazzman of the first rank to an automatic molasses dispenser. Elvis, who frequently performed bad songs at half-mast, was the perfect pop Christmas singer, oozing the drivel out like a particularly unctuous undertaker soothing a dead body's relative, or a relative's dead body. And let us not forget the KIDDIE TUNES written for television though it didn't yet exist, sound-alike songs like "Frosty the Snowman" (you can hear the songwriters cutting a deal on the tune) and "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," whose title character originated at a now-defunct department-store chain (Montgomery Ward). One of the great mysteries of popular music is how Haven Gillespie and J. Fred Coots survived a piece of junk like "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" to write the immortal "You Go To My Head"; by rights their next tune should have been written by Bob Merrill. (Look up the tune in ASCAP's ACE directory and you find a veritable army of the tiresome acts that buried it: the Ames Brothers, Brenda Lee, Ray Conniff, Liberace, Guy Lombardo, the Mills Brothers -- and yes, I include Bruce.) While it is true that familiarity breeds contempt, the contempt starts early when those familiar notes in your brain are so contemptible.
P. S. There are exceptions: something like "The Chipmunks' Christmas Song" is cheesy, but nostalgic fun. And I have a weakness for Sing Along's seminal renditions (can I type for Stale.com or what?) as The Gang knew perfectly just how corny it was, and didn't try to escape it. But when ACTS must add MELISMAS to the "traditional" songs they ensure they're unlistenable too.
P. P. S. I wasn't quite right about "the top Broadway songwriters"; I should have mentioned the superb Jule Styne, who alas with the equally superb Sammy Cahn wrote two top $MA$ nuisances, but the first came before Styne went to Broadway, and the second went to Ol' Blue, with no thought of it being a nuisance.
WHAT WE WILL NOT MISS WHEN THE LORD GOD PINCH ERECTS HIS WALL: Several years ago, as he completed his transformation to a zillion-dollar Web consultant and total bullhockey outlet, B. S. DEFENDER ran a post on his blog saying he detested Black Friday stories because they were all the same. Well if this isn't more of the same:
Many stores and malls were reporting that there were more customers, and longer lines, than last year.
...and may we guess The Paper of Re-CORD has the means of determining whether this is so? Well, it must be so -- doesn't it run "All the News That's Fit to E-Mail"? It's bad enough that at times like these we feel we're the sole inhabitant of another planet, but it's worse to have to feel compelled to do something, whether or not it's worth doing. We'd guess the hacks helped create Black Friday as much as the retailers as a form of mutual backscratching, and for this they deserve a special place in perdition.
P. S. Thankfully this sort of story about how all those promotions don't work seems to be slightly more common too. (Via Seeking Alpha)
P. P. S. Ditto here for excitement -- and Lord knows where else.
Many stores and malls were reporting that there were more customers, and longer lines, than last year.
...and may we guess The Paper of Re-CORD has the means of determining whether this is so? Well, it must be so -- doesn't it run "All the News That's Fit to E-Mail"? It's bad enough that at times like these we feel we're the sole inhabitant of another planet, but it's worse to have to feel compelled to do something, whether or not it's worth doing. We'd guess the hacks helped create Black Friday as much as the retailers as a form of mutual backscratching, and for this they deserve a special place in perdition.
P. S. Thankfully this sort of story about how all those promotions don't work seems to be slightly more common too. (Via Seeking Alpha)
P. P. S. Ditto here for excitement -- and Lord knows where else.
AP NEWSALERT!!!!!
DUBLIN (AP) -- The Standard & Poor's credit ratings agency downgrades Ireland's banks.
Don't you HATE to be the last to know?
DUBLIN (AP) -- The Standard & Poor's credit ratings agency downgrades Ireland's banks.
Don't you HATE to be the last to know?
Thursday, November 25, 2010
We did not post on SNIDELY WHIPLASH's verdict because we're past the point of caring, and that's because we're long past the point of knowing.
Even if it was "political" that doesn't mean he wasn't GUILTY.
Con-SER-va-tives are using Thanksgiving as an excuse to keep their mouths shut. Oh liberals, we wouldn't gloat too much after your recent TREMENDOUS VICTORY.
Even if it was "political" that doesn't mean he wasn't GUILTY.
Con-SER-va-tives are using Thanksgiving as an excuse to keep their mouths shut. Oh liberals, we wouldn't gloat too much after your recent TREMENDOUS VICTORY.
An updated version of a post from last year, itself updated:
We celebrate NATIONAL AIRPLANE CRAMMING, TURKEY GORGING, FOOTBALL GAZING AND BANGING DOWN THE STORES' DOORS AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT DAY because 147 years ago some president issued a proclamation. That we haven't the foggiest idea why a president would issue such a proclamation makes it easier to gorge on the turkey and camp out at Wal-Mart. Indeed if we had the least idea why a certain president issued this proclamation we might not see this day as just another justification for mindless spending and family arguments. We can so easily forget our great traditions' antecedents because they mean virtually nothing to us. Christmas ceased to have a connection with anything religious decades ago, and the similar justification to this day -- some folks in funny clothes with funny guns colliding with a rock someplace -- would seem laughable except it had something to do with us becoming the Superman of nations. Inevitably we would forget past struggles; The "Good" War was so increasingly long ago it may have happened on another planet. But we're so blind to the past now that when it comes history's time to repeat itself we'll just do as His Omnipotence does, flail, make a platitude, and hope the government mindlessly spending can save us. We could do worse than humble ourselves to God, as Lincoln did, and hope He is still prepared to save our nation, as unworthy as we've more often become of it.
In the original, typed as Dubya played out his increasingly frazzled string, "people" preceded "mindlessly spending", and we're not sure given what runs government these days there's any difference.
We celebrate NATIONAL AIRPLANE CRAMMING, TURKEY GORGING, FOOTBALL GAZING AND BANGING DOWN THE STORES' DOORS AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT DAY because 147 years ago some president issued a proclamation. That we haven't the foggiest idea why a president would issue such a proclamation makes it easier to gorge on the turkey and camp out at Wal-Mart. Indeed if we had the least idea why a certain president issued this proclamation we might not see this day as just another justification for mindless spending and family arguments. We can so easily forget our great traditions' antecedents because they mean virtually nothing to us. Christmas ceased to have a connection with anything religious decades ago, and the similar justification to this day -- some folks in funny clothes with funny guns colliding with a rock someplace -- would seem laughable except it had something to do with us becoming the Superman of nations. Inevitably we would forget past struggles; The "Good" War was so increasingly long ago it may have happened on another planet. But we're so blind to the past now that when it comes history's time to repeat itself we'll just do as His Omnipotence does, flail, make a platitude, and hope the government mindlessly spending can save us. We could do worse than humble ourselves to God, as Lincoln did, and hope He is still prepared to save our nation, as unworthy as we've more often become of it.
In the original, typed as Dubya played out his increasingly frazzled string, "people" preceded "mindlessly spending", and we're not sure given what runs government these days there's any difference.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Another filmic masterpiece:
Removing Maggie’s and Jamie’s pajamas, however, does little more than make us wonder what, if anything, Hathaway eats, and how often Gyllenhaal goes to the gym.
Removing Maggie’s and Jamie’s pajamas, however, does little more than make us wonder what, if anything, Hathaway eats, and how often Gyllenhaal goes to the gym.
We suspect in no small way National Opt-Out Day was a WALTER WINCHELL!!!!!!!!!! production, built of boldface headlines and hype, and as such it will fizzle at the security lines.
Sorry, Mogul's Friend, we've heard better from Rex Reed -- much better. But we knew when we first heard of it this remake of an 83-year-old play would be one of the great cinematic excre -- MASTERWORKS of all time. Now slay 'em at the B. O.! If there's anything left to slay with.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
MIND-NUMBING DISASTER STRIKES THE TEEVEE EDITOR OF ADAGE: You may recall when GE BANCORP's experiment with JUTJAW failed teevee writers rubbed their hands gleefully raw as this would unleash a wave of DRAMATIC GENIUS at 10. Unfortunately genius isn't what it used to be on the networks, when it was FRED SILVERMAN, and Brian must console himself with the notion that "these guys are running a business", which thankfully for those of us who aren't TEEVEE EDITORS means running it into the ground.
When we saw this press release proclaiming THE WHINER BROTHERS ARE BAAAAAAAAACK!!!!! we thought, Mogul's Friend. Close: Claudia and Ben. I know most of your show-biz PR staff is always looking for work but why is this good news?
And they're under tight constraints, which Claudia and Ben, being fine PR pros, smoothly paper over.
And they're under tight constraints, which Claudia and Ben, being fine PR pros, smoothly paper over.
We did not mean to neglect Jerry Bock's death, but Steven Suskin's excellent cast-album column affords us a perfect opportunity to correct this, for he comes up with a typically fine observation: Bock and his partner Sheldon Harnick
were basically dramatists, who wrote scenes with music. Scenes with music don't make, and aren't intended to make, pop hits. Fiddler, oddly enough, proves the point.
He confirms what we said about Tevye, the first-rough-draft version of Fiddler: the two men "were thinking things through in music", and they thought up enough inspired moments to make a great musical. It is true Bock virtually retired when he fell out with Harnick, but Fiddler never did, and that is monumentally enduring enough.
were basically dramatists, who wrote scenes with music. Scenes with music don't make, and aren't intended to make, pop hits. Fiddler, oddly enough, proves the point.
He confirms what we said about Tevye, the first-rough-draft version of Fiddler: the two men "were thinking things through in music", and they thought up enough inspired moments to make a great musical. It is true Bock virtually retired when he fell out with Harnick, but Fiddler never did, and that is monumentally enduring enough.
North Korea’s shelling today of a South Korean island has reminded the world again of the perennial problem of what to do about the nuclear-armed state.
No problem: it will do what it's done before -- NOTHING!
No problem: it will do what it's done before -- NOTHING!
And speaking of PEOPLE WARNER and RETARDS, its once cable unit is charging people at least four arms and three legs so they won't have to wait for the twelve thumbs of the cable guy!
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!
Sorry for all the PEOPLE WARNER but it IS THE WORLD'S GREATEST COMPANY!
(Via I Want Media)
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!
Sorry for all the PEOPLE WARNER but it IS THE WORLD'S GREATEST COMPANY!
(Via I Want Media)
Are the Courts Ahead of the Public on Gay Rights?
Is PEOPLE WARNER better than the RETARDS who finance it? We should say SO!
Is PEOPLE WARNER better than the RETARDS who finance it? We should say SO!
The late USELESS NEWS soldiers on:
● Asked to evaluate the U.S. News rankings on a scale of 1 to 100, with 1 as "strenuous objection," 50 as complete neutrality and 100 as "strong support," the average score given by college admissions officers was 38.5 while the average score of high school counselors was 28.7.
● Asked whether the title the magazine uses for the rankings, "America's Best Colleges," is accurate, only 2.4 percent of high school counselors and 3.3 percent of college admissions counselors said they agreed. Majorities (51.3 percent for college admissions officers and 61.9 percent for high school counselors) said that it was not accurate at all, with the remainder seeing it as somewhat accurate.
● In several questions, the respondents suggest that the rankings do damage of various kinds. Solid majorities of respondents (68.4 percent of high school counselors and 54.2 percent of college admissions officials) agreed that the rankings offer "misleading" information to the public. Very similar majorities agreed that the rankings encourage "counter-productive behavior" by colleges. And large majorities (more than 80 percent for each group) agree or somewhat agree that the rankings end up creating "greater confusion" for students and families.
USELESS folding was the right thing for the wrong reason. And its publicity-seeking ghost lives.
● Asked to evaluate the U.S. News rankings on a scale of 1 to 100, with 1 as "strenuous objection," 50 as complete neutrality and 100 as "strong support," the average score given by college admissions officers was 38.5 while the average score of high school counselors was 28.7.
● Asked whether the title the magazine uses for the rankings, "America's Best Colleges," is accurate, only 2.4 percent of high school counselors and 3.3 percent of college admissions counselors said they agreed. Majorities (51.3 percent for college admissions officers and 61.9 percent for high school counselors) said that it was not accurate at all, with the remainder seeing it as somewhat accurate.
● In several questions, the respondents suggest that the rankings do damage of various kinds. Solid majorities of respondents (68.4 percent of high school counselors and 54.2 percent of college admissions officials) agreed that the rankings offer "misleading" information to the public. Very similar majorities agreed that the rankings encourage "counter-productive behavior" by colleges. And large majorities (more than 80 percent for each group) agree or somewhat agree that the rankings end up creating "greater confusion" for students and families.
USELESS folding was the right thing for the wrong reason. And its publicity-seeking ghost lives.
Monday, November 22, 2010
“There was a presumption that financial innovation is socially valuable,” Woolley said to me. “The first thing I discovered was that it wasn’t backed by any empirical evidence. There’s almost none.”
Now is the time for seven or eight columns from GEKKO KUDLOW -- and at least twelve editorials from INVESTORS BUSINESS DAILY!
(Via Seeking Alpha)
Now is the time for seven or eight columns from GEKKO KUDLOW -- and at least twelve editorials from INVESTORS BUSINESS DAILY!
(Via Seeking Alpha)
A "longtime game JOURNALIST" proves video-game cri-ti-CI-sm has supplanted rock-mu-SICK cri-ti-CI-sm in the annals of BULLHOCKEY:
"Part of the game's appeal is the fact that it delves into the Disney CANON and brings back some of the more shadowy, less pristine aspects of the Disney MYTHOS." [MYTHIC overemphasis added]
Thankfully in typical ad-campaign we-do-our-part we save the less-than-mythic bad news for the TWENTY-SEVENTH of TWENTY-EIGHT GRAFS:
But the game already has one important drawback — its graphics on the Wii look crude when stacked up against games developed for the more powerful Xbox 360 or PlayStation 3 consoles, Keighley said.
It won't happen -- but anyone for the mythic ET?
"Part of the game's appeal is the fact that it delves into the Disney CANON and brings back some of the more shadowy, less pristine aspects of the Disney MYTHOS." [MYTHIC overemphasis added]
Thankfully in typical ad-campaign we-do-our-part we save the less-than-mythic bad news for the TWENTY-SEVENTH of TWENTY-EIGHT GRAFS:
But the game already has one important drawback — its graphics on the Wii look crude when stacked up against games developed for the more powerful Xbox 360 or PlayStation 3 consoles, Keighley said.
It won't happen -- but anyone for the mythic ET?
You're ROGER, the biggest-earning thumbs-upping movee flack in history. He's LEGENDARY SCORSESE, the GREATEST MOVEE DIREC-TOR IN HISSSSSSSSSSSTORY -- and He LOVES 3-D.
What do you do?
(Via VULTURE!!!!!)
What do you do?
(Via VULTURE!!!!!)
Terrorists do not need to hijack a plane, or blow one up in mid-air, to wreak havoc on civilian air travel and the American economy: All a terrorist needs to do to bring the American transportation system to a catastrophic halt is to detonate a bomb while waiting on a TSA line. No need to conceal such a bomb in your rectum, of course -- you could join the pre-screened line with a bomb in your knapsack. Or in a shopping bag.
Where does all this lead? Back to the observation -- again, one made incessantly in this space -- that by the time a terrorist conspiracy matures to the point that it is ready for execution, it is, generally speaking, too late to stop it. If a cavity bomber reaches the airport without detection, he will have a high-likelihood of success in carrying out his mission. Which means, obviously, that much of the money we spend on airport security could be better spent on intelligence collection, and on the breaking up of terror cells overseas.
But no, we must engage in national self-flagellation, and the further ossifying of our caste system.
Where does all this lead? Back to the observation -- again, one made incessantly in this space -- that by the time a terrorist conspiracy matures to the point that it is ready for execution, it is, generally speaking, too late to stop it. If a cavity bomber reaches the airport without detection, he will have a high-likelihood of success in carrying out his mission. Which means, obviously, that much of the money we spend on airport security could be better spent on intelligence collection, and on the breaking up of terror cells overseas.
But no, we must engage in national self-flagellation, and the further ossifying of our caste system.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Here's another bedtime tale con-SER-va-tives can enter the land of nod to, knowing the unions are finally getting THEIRS, and there'll always be a happy ending for CEOs and the other rich people they worship.
Every con-SER-vative blogger will come crawling out of the woodwork in highest dudgeon over ST. WARREN's latest bromide, to which we say, you keep sticking up for the hyperrich and Babs waves the gavel again.
TSA chief says no change in screening policy
TRANSLATION: His Omnipotence talks out of both sides of His mouth, as usual.
P. .S. at 10:40 p. m. Somebody got some phone calls.
TRANSLATION: His Omnipotence talks out of both sides of His mouth, as usual.
P. .S. at 10:40 p. m. Somebody got some phone calls.
MAYBE EVEN $150M!!!!! YOWZA!!!!!!!!!! [Maybe overemphasis added]
I can't get from this tradin' range,
I ain't goin' nowhere.
Just set me here grabbin'
At the flies round this $125 million rockin' chair.
I can't get from this tradin' range,
I ain't goin' nowhere.
Just set me here grabbin'
At the flies round this $125 million rockin' chair.
Hey Harold, why don't you have a fundraiser on your show?
Imagine some working stiff who's just been laid off saying this and you can see what a royal horse's behind Horace is.
Ignore this; I misread it -- I thought it was HERMAN gassing on the air; it's just one of His producers. That doesn't make Hyman less of a horse's you-know-what, nor am I less apt to think Herbert WOULDN'T say something like that.
We presume LUKE SPIELBERG instructed His press ministry to order Yahoo! into campaigning for His Nobel.
And since it CRIBBED from the WAX:
Filming is expected to begin in the fall of 2011 for release in the fourth quarter of 2012 through Disney’s Touchstone distribution label.
That means that Spielberg may make the presidential biopic his next project after World War I drama "War Horse."
Spielberg was slated to begin principal photography on "Robopocalypse," in January 2012, following the December 2011 releases of "War Horse" and "The Adventure of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn."
LUKE is very much a God of His time. He makes these Weighty Historical Dramas so He can make His CARTOONS.
Who won the first Best Direc-TOR Os-CAR®?
Although Devon rural locations were used, scenes in the main village in the story were filmed at the Wiltshire village of Castle Combe. Filming began there on 21 September 2010 and continued through to 1 October.[8][9][10] Some residents of Castle Combe became angry at the imposition of tightened security within the village, claiming they could not enter the village without waiting at perimeter barriers until breaks in filming. [11]
Who knew the God was a RENDELLIST?
And since it CRIBBED from the WAX:
Filming is expected to begin in the fall of 2011 for release in the fourth quarter of 2012 through Disney’s Touchstone distribution label.
That means that Spielberg may make the presidential biopic his next project after World War I drama "War Horse."
Spielberg was slated to begin principal photography on "Robopocalypse," in January 2012, following the December 2011 releases of "War Horse" and "The Adventure of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn."
LUKE is very much a God of His time. He makes these Weighty Historical Dramas so He can make His CARTOONS.
Who won the first Best Direc-TOR Os-CAR®?
Although Devon rural locations were used, scenes in the main village in the story were filmed at the Wiltshire village of Castle Combe. Filming began there on 21 September 2010 and continued through to 1 October.[8][9][10] Some residents of Castle Combe became angry at the imposition of tightened security within the village, claiming they could not enter the village without waiting at perimeter barriers until breaks in filming. [11]
Who knew the God was a RENDELLIST?
TRANSLATION: The poor, uneducated and easily commanded made up the Republicans' gains.
Oh -- we're not supposed to TELL THE TRUTH?
The Obama coalition remained intact. Democrats remained strong in areas with the party's core of minorities and higher-educated whites.
Just so long as they're the right people.
Oh -- we're not supposed to TELL THE TRUTH?
The Obama coalition remained intact. Democrats remained strong in areas with the party's core of minorities and higher-educated whites.
Just so long as they're the right people.
I guess it's time for Hillary to make a...statement.
They build nukes, we make statements. Fair trade.
They build nukes, we make statements. Fair trade.
Ireland will request EU and IMF bailout package
DOW UP TWENTY GIGAHYPERMEGA...oh, never mind.
France, Germany and other EU countries have moved to force Ireland to abandon its low corporate tax rates as a condition for aid to fix its debt crisis.
Meaning lots of that famous new industry to help the Irish!
DOW UP TWENTY GIGAHYPERMEGA...oh, never mind.
France, Germany and other EU countries have moved to force Ireland to abandon its low corporate tax rates as a condition for aid to fix its debt crisis.
Meaning lots of that famous new industry to help the Irish!