Entertainment Lasso – Scary Stuff
October 31, 2009 in Cinema
Using an even older picture than Nikki Finke’s, here is the very biased, incomplete, selective Wordsmoker Entertainment Lasso. While it’s not fiction, it’s still scary.
Roundup sounded too complete.
Hugh Jackman will not be hosting the Oscars this year as there has been an epidemic of “Jazz Hands” amongst tween Wolverine fans.
At the Doha/Tribeca Film Festival, Mira Nair said “If we don’t make our own stories, nobody else will,” about Amelia. This quote is totally taken out of context but is ridiculous even in context.
The shot perforated the silent fall morning. Creatures scattered and birds flurried away at the sound, a cannon-blast to little ears, a commandeered sense of respect.
Oh, they still came. They were everywhere he looked. Everywhere. They were on the streets, at the office, at the gym. In the rear-view in his car, he saw them walk backwards, caper, jump, point and scream. They hopped and scrabbled, babbling and moaning. Everywhere he went.
It was a dark night but that’s not unusual around here. I had started to drift off, maybe I even slept for a short while but my eyes jerked open and suddenly I was wide awake, not sure why. My boyfriend lay half on top of me, scrunched in on the single bed that had been mine when I still lived at home. I rolled out of bed without waking him and felt for my clothes on the floor, automatically flipping the light switch before remembering that the power was out.
The mere appearance of a ghost was nothing out of the ordinary for Andrew. He was a medium, after all, and not one of those predatory flimflam con artists that exploited the inner turmoil of the weak. During his first year of college, he had crashed his automobile through the fence of a cemetery while trying to avoid a drunk driver. It had been a bad wreck, and the paramedics told him later that he had died for a brief time before they were able to bring him back. The experience had left him with the ability to see and interact with the souls of dead people by touching one of their personal possessions.
Giant Halloween stores have opened in my neighborhood, two of them! One sits in what used to be Gristedes, a terrible supermarket chain. The other occupies space formerly leased by J & R Music which went Chapter 11 earlier this year and left. I was indifferent to the departure – prices were okay but service was iffy. I bought my Toshiba laptop from them and 2 years ago I succumbed to an HDTV for my bedroom. I’ve lived in Manhattan for 23 years and harbor neither nostalgia for nor relief from commerce past. Some folks are passionate about changes to the neighborhood. I’m not.
You know, of course, that 
Starting November 1st, if you’re a woman and you wish to act upon your right to obtain a legal abortion in the state of Oklahoma, you will have to sacrifice your privacy to do that and the medical provider you choose to perform the abortion will face criminal charges if they refuse or neglect to gather your private information and hand it over to the internet where it will be posted for all to see. 
