BYOB Sunday
It’s almost time for the all-altered-state World Cup Final.
There is some beautiful irony that two of the most mellow nations on the planet got here. I can’t think of many countries I’d rather be celebrating in than these two.
April 26, 2024
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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
This is the first final not to have Brazil, Germany, Italy, and Argentina. One of those four (and several times two) has played in the previous eighteen.
Whoever wins today, we’ll have a first-time world champion, and only the eighth ever. To me, that’s the best thing about it. A fitting outcome to this final battle of the Eighty Years’ War.
What about… Poland?????
~ducks from tomatoes~
GO ORANJE!
Well that sucked. Once again I can’t get a damn thing when it comes to sports. I hope some German enjoys eating that Octopus.
Gonna see Inception this coming weekend in Chicago and debating whether to see it in IMAX at Navy Pier or sony 4k digital projection at a kick ass theater in Rosemont. What do you guys think?
That was lame like one of those crappy ’80s Super Bowls.
Not a great game, but the right team won the tournament and the right team won on the night. I had high hopes before the kick-off, but sadly and very shockingly, Holland decided to kick the Spanish and rarely kick the ball. They should have had two red cards by half-time. That foul on Alonso is the worst I have seen since the last World Cup Final when Zidane lost his head.
So, delighted the passing, thinking, playing, flowing game won.
Viva Espa
Yeah, kicking your opponent for 120 minutes is not – nor should it be – a winning strategy. De Jong should have seen a straight red. Webb is getting a lot of grief already, but Netherlands deserve the blame. They came to play anti-football. Spain tried to play positively, and they received their just desserts.
NYI – I believe Inception will play pretty well in IMAX, but for a first screening, I would prefer a regular screen. It is more of a character piece and less of a visual spectacular than it seems from the ads, even though it has a lot of great visual spectacle.
INCEPTION was terrific.
My question is this: do these players drink any kind of liquids during the game?? I don’t see them doing that. Running around for 2 hours with only a 20 minute intermission, and no drinking water? Am i missing something?
Yes, they do drink water. There are bottles along the sidelines and the endlines for them. They have to be really quick to get something, so that might be why you don’t see it. They get a few minutes between regulation time and extra time to catch their breath and down some fluids, too. Then, it’s fairly obvious.
Once again, the team that flops wins. Hopefully this is a good rivalry for the next few years and hopefully the Dutch take them out in the Olympics. REVENGE… TONIGHT… YOUR NAME IS ORANJE!
Poking around teh internets I see Inception has some stuff shot in 65mm and Super Vista Vision. Your call.
IO, if you think for a second that the Dutch deserved to win after that shameful display of thuggery, you were watching a different game than the one the rest of the planet saw. The only difference between the Dutch today and the Broad Street Bullies Philadelphia Flyers teams of the 1970s is Bobby Clarke’s missing teeth. That, and the winning. But the orange shirts and the strategy of kicking the crap out of your opponents, those the Dutch had down pat.
Sorry but Robben got impeded by Puyol and the Goalkeeper. That should have been a PK and that should have been the win. The Floppers also threw elbows left and right and most of the time they were not even fouled when they went down in a heap like Paulie Gasol. They were a despicable team and the Dutch did to them what they earned.
The only Spanish athlete whose not a flopper is Nadal. The rest of that country’s athletes are a despicable lot who deserve kicks in the chest and elbows to the face. If you flop. You deserve to get smacked.
If you did not notice, I really like the Broad St. Bullies and the 1995 New Jersey Devils.
Puyol grabbed him outside the box, so at most it would have been a free kick; no penalty. Casillas grabbed the ball and never touched Robben. And until you can show me anything the Spanish did today that was even half as bad as de Jong’s kung fu kick on Alonso, you have no argument to make.
This has nothing to do with anything that has already been posted but: A friend and I tonight were discussing TV series that, despite their enduring popularity in reruns, actually had comparatively short runs as broadcast prime-time offerings. And somehow we got around to The Addams Family and The Munsters — both of which ran only two seasons. But there are 64 episodes of Addams Family, and 70 episodes of Munsters — which helps explain why both shows were on five times a week (or more) in syndication for years and years after their 1964-66 heyday. Got me to thinking: If an average series still ran 30-36 episodes (or more) per season, what recent 2- or 3-season shows would still be in heavy rotation in cable or broadcast reruns?
Blackie, I am of the opinion that if you flop, you deserve a kick or a punch to stop you from flopping. Heck. Throw an elbow. Again, I am not stating that it worked, because it clearly did not, but Spain brought this upon themselves by being the first nation of FLOPPERS.
Again Robben should have got a free kick but once again an English referee screws over that Dutch. Seriously, that guy should be banded from ever entering the Netherlands and if he dares to go into the Netherlands, he needs to be arrested and jailed for 30 days. Webb went into business for himself, like many an Englishman is prone to do on a grand stage, and it cost the Dutch.
Seriously, the Spannies and Gasol both won because of flopping and bad refereeing. I guess this is just the year the Spanish get away with being floppers. Fernando Alonso at least got a drive thru penalty today. That’s something.
That aside, Joe, Firefly would obviously be on SyFy every day. Boomtown maybe? That’s just so hard because it’s so rare that a show does not get a fourth season now, once they succeed for a couple of seasons, that we rarely have the two or three and done show. I will use the google for further info and get back to this, because that is an interesting question.
As a neutral observer and someone who would’ve been perfectly happy to see the Netherlands win: No. The Spanish did not win from flopping. Nor did the Dutch lose because of the ref. They repeatedly and consistently fouled harder and if anything, were lucky not to be playing with 8-9 men. And, of course, the Netherlands had the King of Floppers himself: Arjen Robben (whom I happen to like, but, let’s face it, the man flops like nobody’s business).
The Dutch goal-scoring efforts were denied by talent, not cheap theatrics… and the Spanish goal was scored off skill. While I would very much have preferred an open-ended match like the third place game between Germany and Uruguay, the team that deserved to win did, and did legitimately.
Joe- Arrested Development would be a good example of what you’re looking for. I’m not sure how long Pushing Daisies was on but given the fan response to that it seems like another likely finding a second life in syndication possibility.
But IO is right, networks are so quick to pull the trigger and replace anything with a cheaper reality show most new shows don’t even get a full season (including the delightful Wonderfalls, I would recommend checking out the DVDs) much less 70 shows to establish themselves. And always happy to hear a Boomtown shout-out.