Category: Entertainment

Huzzah. Love it.

Here is the uncensored scene, courtesy of commenter Nyl Ohro (great job!) This is the first time I have ever seen it – a real treat for McGovern fans, like me. Many thanks to Nyl.

I loved it so much that I let AI take a shot at colorizing it. It did a great job on the video, demonstrating what a great scene it could have been. (Sample below)

Chinney pointed out in the comments that this is a watered-down version of the scene in the book:

The scene is a very highly sanitized version of the account in the book itself. It has been many years since I read the book, so my memory may be faulty, but if I remember correctly, in the original written account, Emma Goldman ends up stripping McGovern’s character entirely out of her clothes, gets her to recline on the bed, gives her a massage including, eventually, a massage of her pussy, all while the male character watches from the wardrobe. The scene in the book ends as the man masturbates while he watches, loses control, and stumbles out of the wardrobe as he shoots his wad all over the reclining McGovern character. Great book.

I wish we could have seen that in the film, but it’s still a good scene, thanks to McGovern’s body and Brad Dourif’s special brand of creepiness, which revealed that the character was too naive to be considered really creepy. He was more like a child in an adult body. I can see why Milos Forman cut this scene from the theatrical release. In its entirety of nine minutes, the scene was too long to include in the film because it would have spent too time focusing on a minor subplot, and would therefore have slowed the main narrative to a crawl. I get that, but I wish we could have seen a short version of it.

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By the way, the theatrical release of Ragtime was rated PG, despite a nude scene that was more than three minutes long and showed most of the fun stuff. I like that scene. I like the film as well.

Presumably without nudity?

I’m excited to join OnlyFans because it offers the opportunity for a more personal and direct connection.

My, those years do slip by.

This is the first time I have seen a detailed article about Lohan in which she seems like a normal person. Good for her. As the saying goes, better late than never.

Who knows, maybe even Britney will re-join the human race some day.

It’s an interesting question. Which films have caught, if not the essential nature of America, at least the zeitgeist of America at a particular time.

There are some odd selections among these ten, including some mediocre-to-poor films, and films that say absolutely nothing accurate about America.

I’ve always argued that Casablanca is the film that best reflects what we want to be, and Idiocracy is the one that portrays what we really are.

I would include, as a joint entry of films that accurately portray America as I knew it in the time of my youth and childhood, two comedies by Bob Clark: Porky’s and A Christmas Story.

We want to show the world the Hitler you knew, the Hitler you loved – the Hitler with a song in his heart!

– Max Bialystock, The Producers

Sure, I knew Jesus. He came in the store all the time. Never bought anything.

– The 2000-year-old Man

I’m going to bother you a bit with the reminiscences of an old man, albeit one much younger than Mel. There may be some things from his early career that you don’t know, or have forgotten. In the 1960s, although Mel was already known for his records with Carl Reiner, and mainstream appearances on big-time venues like The Tonight Show, it was not at all surprising to see him drop in on local talk shows, or syndicated shows. On those less formal shows, he was a loose cannon like Robin Williams, totally impossible for the host to control. They just had to go with his improvisations, and try to build on his ideas if they were witty enough (Steve Allen was good at this). Mel would break into absurd song parodies, obscure showbiz stories, bizarre impersonations (Jimmy Cagney’s Aunt Hilda), and even a spot-on Frank Sinatra where he crooned America the Beautiful as a saloon song. (Although it was rarely demonstrated, Mel was a remarkably good singer, and an accomplished drummer.)

By the time the audience caught up with one of his odd concepts, he would be off to another, impersonating Humphrey Bogart’s sister, or singing a risque version of a Lestoil commercial.

As I mentioned, he was Robin Williams before Robin was.

He moved from Brooklyn to Hollywood around 1960, but for people from the Outer Boroughs, Mel was our guy, and his success was our success.

And, as Sid Caesar, Peter Sellers and Steve Allen readily conceded, Mel was the funniest mofo on the planet.

A great comedy bit from Amazon Women on the Moon (1987). David Alan Grier did a great job at singing the whitest songs ever written. The premise behind it was a benefit to support the cure for the black people who were tragically born without soul. John Landis, director of Animal House, created the segment.

TRIVIA: How did David Alan Grier learn to be so white? He has a Master’s degree from Yale where he studied Shakespeare, and presumably, had ample opportunity to study white people in their natural habitats, like Sunday brunches, yard sales, antiquing, and performing in barbershop quartets.

I wonder whether he was a Wiffenpoof, possibly the whitest thing in human history.