Apparently, like much of the country, I started watching Conan O'Brien again, just to watch him rip into Leno. (Who has always bored me.) It's like watching the class cut-up throwing caution to the wind and going after the BMOC. Heh.
But Conan's kind of strange, you know. Bless his weird little heart.
Also taping the Letterman monologue, for the same reason -- to watch him rip into Leno.
Dave has gotten really kind of creepy looking, you know? Ill fitting suits and pink glasses and all?
Speaking of weird looking.
Watched Bangkok Dangerous last night. Nick Cage has gotten very odd looking, lately, too. I happened to catch Red Rock West the other night, a great film noir, and kept thinking he wasn't your typical looking star, even then. Maybe Bruce Willis has the right idea. Shave your head and be done with it. It's very distracting to watch Cage, and Sting, and other aging stars and their receding hairlines and the various tricks they pull to hide it.
I seem to have developed a sudden taste for vintage movies. Watched the Friends of Eddie Coyle the other night; which has to have the biggest downer of a climax of any mainstream movie I've ever seen.
Robert Mitchum was great, but as Linda said when she walked in the room, "Is that Peter Lorre?" No vanity there.
I shouldn't speak, I suppose. I look in the mirror and see all that gray and wonder.....
But Conan's kind of strange, you know. Bless his weird little heart.
Also taping the Letterman monologue, for the same reason -- to watch him rip into Leno.
Dave has gotten really kind of creepy looking, you know? Ill fitting suits and pink glasses and all?
Speaking of weird looking.
Watched Bangkok Dangerous last night. Nick Cage has gotten very odd looking, lately, too. I happened to catch Red Rock West the other night, a great film noir, and kept thinking he wasn't your typical looking star, even then. Maybe Bruce Willis has the right idea. Shave your head and be done with it. It's very distracting to watch Cage, and Sting, and other aging stars and their receding hairlines and the various tricks they pull to hide it.
I seem to have developed a sudden taste for vintage movies. Watched the Friends of Eddie Coyle the other night; which has to have the biggest downer of a climax of any mainstream movie I've ever seen.
Robert Mitchum was great, but as Linda said when she walked in the room, "Is that Peter Lorre?" No vanity there.
I shouldn't speak, I suppose. I look in the mirror and see all that gray and wonder.....