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By Kim Voynar Voynar@moviecitynews.com

Astonishing

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No embed link for this, so you’ll have to go to this link right here to watch this video of 47-year-old Susan Boyle, hardly the type one would think of for a show like Britain’s Got Talent, blowing away the inherent judgments both the judges and audience viewed her with when she walked out on stage. Wow. What an amazing voice she has.

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4 Responses to “Astonishing”

  1. LexG says:

    UGLY PEOPLE = EPIC FAIL.
    I only root for ATTRACTIVE PEOPLE in life; I’d sure as FUCK never buy an album by an ugly old fat chick.
    HOT CHICKS ONLY NEED APPLY.
    Better luck next time, uglies. Oh, wait. There IS no next lifetime.
    In other words, this old biddy got FUCKING OWNED, who cares about her, LOOKS ARE ALL THAT COUNT IN LIFE.
    And if WOMEN are gonna judge ME by that STANDARD, or the standard of WEALTH, I’m sure as FUCK gonna return the favor and be HONEST and say I have ZERO INTEREST in any chick who isn’t HOT AS FUCK, between the age of 18 and 30, and looks like a fucking mannequin.
    In a world of KINGS, the LEXMAN is a fucking god.
    BOW TO ME. FUCK UGLY WOMEN. They suck.

  2. Kim Voynar says:

    Lex, in spite of your occasional ability to sound intelligent, most of the time you are just a sad, pathetic fucking moron. And I don’t mean that in a nice way.

  3. LexG says:

    Voynar…
    Where’s the review of 17 Again? How hot was Trachtenberg? She has the greatest lips ever.
    Anyway, sometimes I have to concede I wish I didn’t have such issues with women. And could be all casual about such matters.
    Maybe if I’d had a sister growing up or something, I wouldn’t have been conditioned to view them in such reductive terms.
    But basically, being a denizen of L.A., where looks and power count for everything, I have little choice but to respond in kind; Being a broke postproduction douche who drives an American car, I don’t exactly have chicks clamoring for my jock. At least not the kind of women I find arousing.
    Hence my frustration. Basically I am only attracted to dumb, hot women who wear oversized sunglasses and fit the Paris/Nicky/Nicole/Kim archetype that I find “sexy.”
    I do not find everyday plain Janes “sexy.”
    But when I get rich, you can bet your ass that suddenly those chicks who won’t look at me now will be LINING UP for the Lexman.
    It is the way of the world. Both genders are equally complicit.

  4. bunnybeth says:

    Kim, I would have paid money to see that look on Simon’s face. Thanks for the link so I could see it for free.

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It shows how out of it I was in trying to be in it, acknowledging that I was out of it to myself, and then thinking, “Okay, how do I stop being out of it? Well, I get some legitimate illogical narrative ideas” — some novel, you know?

So I decided on three writers that I might be able to option their material and get some producer, or myself as producer, and then get some writer to do a screenplay on it, and maybe make a movie.

And so the three projects were “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep,” “Naked Lunch” and a collection of Bukowski. Which, in 1975, forget it — I mean, that was nuts. Hollywood would not touch any of that, but I was looking for something commercial, and I thought that all of these things were coming.

There would be no Blade Runner if there was no Ray Bradbury. I couldn’t find Philip K. Dick. His agent didn’t even know where he was. And so I gave up.

I was walking down the street and I ran into Bradbury — he directed a play that I was going to do as an actor, so we know each other, but he yelled “hi” — and I’d forgot who he was.

So at my girlfriend Barbara Hershey’s urging — I was with her at that moment — she said, “Talk to him! That guy really wants to talk to you,” and I said “No, fuck him,” and keep walking.

But then I did, and then I realized who it was, and I thought, “Wait, he’s in that realm, maybe he knows Philip K. Dick.” I said, “You know a guy named—” “Yeah, sure — you want his phone number?”

My friend paid my rent for a year while I wrote, because it turned out we couldn’t get a writer. My friends kept on me about, well, if you can’t get a writer, then you write.”
~ Hampton Fancher

“That was the most disappointing thing to me in how this thing was played. Is that I’m on the phone with you now, after all that’s been said, and the fundamental distinction between what James is dealing with in these other cases is not actually brought to the fore. The fundamental difference is that James Franco didn’t seek to use his position to have sex with anyone. There’s not a case of that. He wasn’t using his position or status to try to solicit a sexual favor from anyone. If he had — if that were what the accusation involved — the show would not have gone on. We would have folded up shop and we would have not completed the show. Because then it would have been the same as Harvey Weinstein, or Les Moonves, or any of these cases that are fundamental to this new paradigm. Did you not notice that? Why did you not notice that? Is that not something notable to say, journalistically? Because nobody could find the voice to say it. I’m not just being rhetorical. Why is it that you and the other critics, none of you could find the voice to say, “You know, it’s not this, it’s that”? Because — let me go on and speak further to this. If you go back to the L.A. Times piece, that’s what it lacked. That’s what they were not able to deliver. The one example in the five that involved an issue of a sexual act was between James and a woman he was dating, who he was not working with. There was no professional dynamic in any capacity.

~ David Simon