Humans strange. Walk down the street Christmas Eve. Or New Year’s Day, visiting the wine shop you swore the night before alone one would’t. Thinks of that so not aweful job once blessed without small talk. Ricky Gervais springing to mind roebuck. Yeah, we know. Stairs to heaven. No escalator. Bah humbug. Where ya going’? Stop. Everything’s great! Course not…how?..was…fffing crap! Did we expect. Nirvana! Hey’s a tip: when anyone asks you that [at least next 3 months before discover, again, Spring’s crap hanging’ you up also with a rhythm section no less the most], play this YouTube vid. Ho ho [ho]! Guaranteed no more talk! Until Labor Day/ Thanksgiving aHHHH 28 Days Later!
Treading water here. Not seen most of the Golden Globe nominations. The Diplomat [S3]: now we have realpolitik real like you ain’t seen in a wwhile-rryrr. Feline joke! The White Lotus so so long ago. A year. Didn’t everyone die from TV [streaming] typhoid? Not sayin’ virus ain’t DOPE! No wonder u dropped me as a writer meeny ol’ Nik;)! Have no idea where I’m goin’ only …Worth noting: Sarah Snook [Critic’s Choice Award] ‘we’re dressing up’ and “just playing pretend”. Ain’t that far from The Diplomat! Or Hacks! Than knowing more letting on. Stephen Colbert: let’s rate the ANGST! But that’s….When folk demand censoring the arts and film, maybe should they think more censorship of real life! Freedom of speech. Boring. Know. No less present! Whatever happened to movies, oh: Frankenstein. We talked about that. But did we?
Strangely this song redolent of: Bill Clinton. What…!!
Golf. Always a ‘leveller’. We ain’t talkin’ panties showin’ at the ankles. Thus spake: what are we talking about? Pray tell. Now a President is watching. How good does it ever faffin’ get! Ratings or ratatouille?
Dites-moi?.. Meowwww:
Such a ‘feeling’. No PR beholden. Unseen zeit. Thing, maybe so, for that? That moment? Reflection?
Oh, ‘Kitty’ Battle! Claudio Abbado. How good does life ever get! That great director Jonathan Miller spoke so highly. So, oh: forget the bullshit/philistines. New world. Created. Somehow. Somewhere. Surely. Richard Strauss: grit in an oyster? I know. 1992 wan’t a haphazard choice.
Alien:Earth so bingable. New season greened. Course: that may well be re-thunk if there wasn’t a harp playing cat placating alien intelligence and a lost child…
That said: remember Bob Shay reading John Waters’ script with cockroaches crawling outta hair? ‘What is this?! Buñuel?!
Mmmmm: Francine Maisler, could you cast a feral feline as Nile Jarvis [The Beast in Me]? What fly on wall that read with Claire Danes! Surely, no animal worth their scent would…never know!
Seems so so longer ago the apocalyptic LA fires last year. This time. Jean Smart demanding the canceling of The Golden Globes. [Loved her 2026 Critics Choice quotes about critics!] Moving on. Hmmm..there was an origami ‘go to’ - lost everything. Time.
“It became for me a kind of Golden Age-almost literally, for I think of it as being the colour of gold. I didn’t want to go back to it but I wanted it to come back to me, and I still do.”- L.P. Hartley
Golden Globes 2026 Red Carpet quotes: Stellan Skarsgård on watching cinema: you realize you have the same pulses as everyone else in the room. Absolutely. A bit worried about that pulsing blood in the cinema…!
“we are our own narrators to our life”- Kate Hudson
You nailed it Nikki! Though, some American coffins simply can’t be nailed down. Can they?! Reminds me of a Pablo Larraín film, El Conde. WHAT?!!! Not Netflix agin! Get it: Netflix-Frankenstein surely there’s a missing link here! Sure distracts Nietzsche’s herd from the reality befalling them….
Seem remember something Seymour Hersh, saying that London public telephone booths were bugged by ….go figure! How times have changed….Ho Ho Ho….
After Hiroshima the American government banned any mention of Japanese civilian suffering. John Hersey.
Writer and artist, James Stevenson was one of The New Yorker Magazine’s most prolific cartoonists though when you Google seemingly not one of the greats! Go figure…
Meanwhile….
A 1990's cinema GOD is in the Criterion Closet! Hello! Do anyone but cinephiles remember ATOM EGOYAN? So wanted to assist on the Dr. Ox's Experiment opera..blah blah blah the THEM not HIM! The Sweet Hereafter [1997] adapted from Russell Banks' novel. As if from nowhere...!!! Devastating experience. Ignorance such not bliss. Unarguably one of Ian Holm's greatest performances. Memories, the frontal lobe of my mind...
1st Sundance Film Festival Without Robert Redford
And the minute Mr Egoyan exits the Criterion Closet there’s Jodie Foster! Like she needs the whiff of independent ‘European’ cinema luring her down an alleyway!;) All her life cohabiting. MEAOW! Speaking fluent French in her latest. Of course ‘foreign “art house” film’ isn’t foreign if you speak the vernacular. Then again: how many French watched Driving Madeleine instead of a Marvel or Disney movie? It’s Green Book, Driving Miss Daisy yet beholding, owning sadness and beauty. Cinema lies with its many other artistic bedfellows; or is that inmates, giving strength and courage where appears none.
Did this post know where was goin’ all along? Meowbe. No fast track, only stairs. I swear there’s a little voice on high whisperin’: it took you this long figurin’ it all out?
The joke’s on us. Is there a better choice?
One may bask at the warm fire of faith or choose to live in the bleak uncertainty of reason - but one cannot have both. - Robert A. Heinlein, Friday
