If you can find Steve Simon, the disgraced chief of the Women’s Tennis Association (WTA) — earlier this weekend, he dodged public accountability by declining to speak with broadcasters — ask him to take a bow. For the second year running he’s spectacularly bungled the WTA Finals, in which the “elite eight” atop the women’s […]
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In which I discuss this week’s Botox appointment while testing a new microphone. In previous Crankcasts, my voice sounded lower, and Crankenstein’s higher, than they actually are, and this is more accurate, though I’m still learning how to use it. I considered not posting any of this because it’s embarrassing to me lately when I
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Watching Right of Way recently, with Bette Davis and James Stewart as elderly spouses conspiring to end their lives together, I couldn’t help but think of other films with suicidal characters. Two were mentioned unfavorably in my review: Hal Ashby’s Harold and Maude and Tom Moore’s g’night, Mother, adapted by Marsha Norman from her play.
“If it hurts just a little/Be glad of it,” Donna Summer suggested in 1982, the year before the disco queen was caught in an enduring scandal that muddles her memory even today. I’m trying to keep that philosophy in mind while preparing to do all manner of things that are going to pack a punch.
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Special guest Crankenstein joins me in the studio (i.e., at our dining room table) as we discuss Stalked by My Doctor and the first of its many sequels. Muriel also contributes. Apologies for the excessive laughter in Part I — Crankenstein looked quite earnest at times and it kept cracking me up. Here’s the pre-screening
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There wasn’t enough room in my recent Twist of Faith review to accommodate ramblings about Weezer, sexy cantors, Toni Braxton’s A Star is Born moment, and whether my great-grandmother abandoned Orthodox Judaism to spend less time in the kitchen. We can do that here instead. I waffled about whether to include a very special “…But
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You know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and lesbians — they often go astray. In this case, I’d purchased Zuma Beach, one of Suzanne Somers’ very few made-for-TV movies, on DVD last month and intended to post a review of it this week. That’ll probably be delayed now by news
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Trying something new and we’ll see if it works: an audio message from yours truly. I’m not sure that there will be future volumes, so enjoy this future Grammy winner while you can — and note a correction: “Some Enchanted Evening” is the potato reunion post. I must’ve been picturing potatoes dressed as Olivia Newton-John
Another anniversary’s in the books. To commemorate the occasion, Crankenstein and I attended a couple of museum exhibits and enjoyed overpriced carryout under the watchful eye of Muriel, who wedged herself between us on the couch afterward during The Exorcist. We discussed the underwhelming state of our marriage (which does not yet require the services
Have you ever looked across a crowded room and spotted a stranger and fallen so hopelessly in love that it’s like a conductor struck up an orchestra in your heart and “Some Enchanted Evening” began to play? That’s never happened to me with a woman, but for many years it was how I felt about
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