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Italian coming-of-age rom-com. It has not yet been widely distributed. Original title: L’amore, in teoria
Recounting the growth of a young idealist, it is a delicate exploration of youthful feelings, intertwining philosophy and real life in a bittersweet coming-of-age story.
French-language drama, AKA The Vanishing.
Reda seemingly has a life of privilege in Algiers, in his late twenties still living at the family home, with a father who has arranged a job and a fiancée. Reda is eager to please, yet the more he tries the more he veers off course. Original literary source: “L’Effacement”, novel by Samir Toumi
Horror. USA. (4.3 at IMDb, based on just 94 votes.)
A great credit: Seabold Krebs writer (as Patrick Clement).
By either name, he’s one scary-lookin’ mofo. I’d say he’s more of a Seabold than a Patrick.
After failing to keep his wife’s dying wish, a series of tragic events leads Henry to believe she’s returned to get revenge.
Johnny Moronic’s film clips are here
I’ve decided to spin my failure by saying that I chose to write yesterday’s page as a realistic portrayal of what pirates really talked like, instead of creating a larger-than-life character. Just think of it in terms of Dennis Quaid playing Doc Holliday.
Long John Silver and Doc Holliday have something in common – roles that are more successful when overacted. Dennis Quaid portrayed Doc Holliday as a real person. Nobody wants to see that shit. That’s like portraying a medieval bridge-keeper without one decent riddle, or playing Richard III as a thoughtful man with perfect posture.
Or portraying a Yarrr-less pirate.
That reminds me of a story my sons told me. When they were kids, they watched some show about a local news announcer who had to fill in when the local kiddie-show guy got sick. He didn’t enjoy acting and he didn’t understand the characters. When he played Cap’n Jack the pirate he would just read the cue cards in his news-announcer voice. “Avast me hearties, it be time for a cartoon. Yar, kids.” (Just pronouncing “yar” to rhyme with “bar,” with no rolled “r.”) The part of the story I liked best was how he hosted the Horror Theater as Ghost Jack, reading his evil laugh off the cue cards in a flat, toneless voice as “Mewy, mewy, ma ha-ha, kids.” I never saw that show, whatever it was, but I remember how much the kids and I loved to talk about it and would make up other larger-then-life characters to be played by the substitute Something Jack: Cowboy Jack, Vampire Jack, Gabby Jack, Sonny Jack (who had a sensible appreciation of Cocoa Puffs), Jack the Tiger (“Frosted Flakes are great, I suppose. Well, let’s just say to be fair that they’re quite tasty, kids.”), Yosemite Jack, Jack Ventura (Pet Detective), etc.
Now that I think about it, I would love to see how Dennis Quaid would play Sonny the Cuckoo.
No disrespect meant to Dennis Quaid. He was very entertaining as Gordo and Remy McSwain, and in many other productions.
AKA Scheda
Zuzanna was also topless in episode two. That link include a brief summary of the show.
Zuzanna’s nudography is here
This is a documentary about a couple that want to start a webcam empire in Eastern Europe.
Emma and Eddie live two lives: one on social media and one in real life. The webcam couple is out to save their marriage by starting their own adult web-studio in Eastern Europe.
Emma Lovett
Shona River
It’s a hell of an illusion.
Promoted from the comment area.
This is Kate Hepburn in a production of Antony and Cleopatra presented by the American Shakespeare Festival. It ran July 12 to July 17, 1960, at the Elizabethan Theatre in Stratford, Connecticut.
Robert Ryan played Marc Antony.
Thanks to the commenter for this link.
