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Keith’s Theatre, 2/14/25

(Move over Hedda Hopper, Louella Parsons & Adela Rogers St. Johns)

Don’t cha know the latest happenings around Hollywood? I do, even stuck all the way up in San Francisco.  YouTube rules the roost, and is frequently on my menu, as I peruse the latest haps in Hollycyberworld. 

Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. was confirmed on Feb. 13th, as many of you know, and Tulsi Gabbard also.  Both were former Democrats and so was I, once upon a time…light years before the Democratic Party became so horrendously out-of-touch with the average person.

Latest fad on YouTube…The Panic Button! Panic Button channel’s two gals are hysterical, reacting in novel ways to thoroughly bizarre videos.  Check it out.

Worcester, Massachusetts just made the news! It’s the latest, it’s the greatest, it’s the United States’ transexual haven.  A burning question I need answered…who, oh who is Miss Thing with the horrendous blue hairdo propped up in front of the camera? Missy Blue Hair blabbed on and on about her many disabilities.  Oh, the poor little thing! May Jesus, Mary & Joseph have mercy upon your soul.

Miss Thing, get a life, & off the screen and out of my living room! And while you’re at it, do something about your hair and that outfit! Wait, just had a brainstorm! Let’s take up a collection and send Missy Blue Hair to a Paris finishing school.  Clearly America has failed her so maybe France won’t.

Speaking of France, what in the Pope’s name is going on with Candace Owens? Ms. Owens is always so pretty and wears the latest fashions (which everyone knows I adore), but her recent video series on the first lady of France, Brigitte Macron, comes up a bit lacking.  Miss Owens’ exposé may pack a punch in the U.S., but I suspect Candace doesn’t really understand French culture, so it may go over differently there…

On vera!

Even if Candace turns out to be right about the first lady of France, doubt the French would even care and would probably throw a party celebrating Brigitte’s success in Transworldylvania!

Let’s face it…Brigitte is hot!

Lord knows the American version of Brigitte would’ve been busted on their very first foray into the public arena, having sported horrendously oversized shoes (can you say special order, size 15, boys & girls)? Regardless, Ms. Owens is a crackerjack investigative reporter so we won’t hold the fact that she’s an ardent Papist against her, shall we?

Just watched Megyn Kelly’s show, and she’s gorgeous beyond belief and wears the most stylish fashions (which everyone knows I can’t resist).  Adam Carolla was her guest that day; always enjoyed watching him on Fox Network’s “Man Show,” with former partner Jimmy Kimmel.  Those two – quite a different lot these days – wonder if they even speak now? Doubt it very much, don’t cha know!

My oh my! If only I’d been born looking like Megyn Kelly! I’d be counting all my millions now, having buried my most recent husband, and of course, on my way to Hollywood for a screen test – for the remake of Gone with the Wind.  Guess who’ll be playing Scarlett O’Hara?

C’est moi, bien sûr!

Don’t cha know! Until next time…

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Keith’s Theatre – 2/7/2025

(Move over Hedda Hopper, Louella Parsons & Adela Rogers St. Johns)

I often find myself on YouTube (since I have a Roku box, directed to my TV screen), watching a barrage of videos from all manner of content creators.  Just can’t imagine how anyone could bear to watch an itsy-bitsy phone for any length of time.  That would ruin it all for me since I’m hopelessly addicted to this medium…

Especially so when a classic film is being shown, and such was the case this week watching Circe the Enchantress on YouTube (with Czech intertitles & Spanish subtitles).  I had to settle for the Czech/Spanish version since no one’s posted the complete film with English intertitles.  Reference please:

If you don’t understand Czech or aren’t fluent in Spanish (como yo), watching Mae Murray (aka the Princess Mdivani) emote is likely all you’ll need.  Very glad I watched this since it showed me that she was truly one of the greats of the silent era.

Circe, the Enchantress, 1924, starring Mae Murray

I also suggest watching the film jewel in Mae Murray’s crown, 1925’s The Merry Widow, directed by Eric von Stroheim, for anyone who wants to see “poetry in motion.”  Von Stroheim brought out a unique quality in Mae which resonated with filmgoers worldwide.  Reference please this link and incidentally, Miss Murray doesn’t appear until almost 11½ minutes into the film.  Certain there were long arguments between said actress and director von Stroheim about that decision!

1925: Mae Murray (1885 – 1965) stars as dancer Sally O’Hara in the film ‘The Merry Widow’, directed by Erich Von Stroheim for MGM.

The 1950 film, Sunset Boulevard, simply had to be based on Mae Murray’s life.  Sunset Boulevard’s Norma Desmond is the essence of Mae Murray, and since reading Michael G. Ankerich’s biography, “Mae Murray, the Girl with the Bee-Stung Lips,” any lingering doubts I had were permanently dissolved. 

These two women are one and the same.

The Ankerich book is quite well-researched, and next to “Swanson on Swanson,” one of the best accounts ever written on the silent era.  The Jane Ardmore 1959 book, “The Self-Enchanted,” which regrettably relied on the recollections of Mae Murray (still alive and kicking at the time), was the only biographical account I’d previously digested, until the Ankerich offering some 50 years later. 

“Self-Enchanted,” indeed! Clearly more “self-deluded,” which likely explains why Mae was found on the streets of St. Louis, Missouri in 1964, aimlessly wandering about in a state of confusion at age 79.  Reference please, this article: 

https://news.google.com/newspapers?id=YrMyAAAAIBAJ&pg=990,1605441

Hate to think of what’ll happen to me then.  Wait, that’s only 8½ years from now, perish the thought!

Other happenings this week…got to brush up on my latest Hollywood gossip.  Shall I do another movie review? NO! Let’s not and say we did, n’est-ce pas? Think that my Emilia Pérez review from last week will tide me over for quite some time, thank you very much.  

But really, I just gotta trash some other film since there’ve been so many recently.  Guess I’ll just peruse the Oscar nominations and come up with a sufficiently delectable menu.  Don’t cha think?

My mind wanders, or haven’t you noticed? Guess it’s my age…going to be 71 in June.  One of my co-workers not-so-lovingly disparaged my mind as being a “senior citizen brain-dump!”

Evil woman…

Where oh where is Miss Marion Davies when you need her most? WRH’s mistress was much to my dismay (according to Adela Rogers St. Johns, a longtime Hearst columnist), the very person who had NOT wanted dear WR to divorce Millicent (Mrs. Hearst).  I’d always heard differently, all those many claims and memoirs stating it’d been Millicent Hearst herself, not Marion Davies, that had made all the fuss, the former having been so staunchly Catholic. 

Guess time eventually reveals all truths and guess I’ll find out soon enough when it’s time for me to cross over. 

Don’t cha think, or don’t cha? Until next time…

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Keith’s Theatre, 1 /31/25

(Move over Hedda Hopper, Louella Parsons & Adela Rogers St. Johns)

Where, oh where is dear Miss Hedda when you need her most? We don’t miss the hideous millinery, but Keith’s Theatre sure misses her smarts.  She could’ve stopped the release of “Emilia Pérez,” with just one phone call.  So could Louella Parsons & even Adela Rogers St. Johns, as they both had a direct line to Hearst at San Simeon.  But alas, it’s 2025, which brings us to the cause célèbre at the moment, “Emilia Pérez.”

Best Picture, indeed!

I almost always keep my vicious mouth shut where Hollywood is concerned but when I was subjected to several snippets of this musical, well…the film was just screaming for a movie critic, so here goes…

                What in God’s name were you all thinking? Had I been charged with production; this idea would never have progressed past the planning stage.

Let’s see if I’ve got this straight, (70-year-old relic that I am):  a Mexican cartel kingpin decides it’s time to say bye-bye to Mr. Peepee and hello to Ms. V-jay-jay.  The entire thing is then scripted, set to atonic music, then subsequently, perish-the-thought, committed to celluloid!  

Oh, I almost forgot, someone had the bright idea to cast a transexual in the leading role, then nominate Miss Thing for best actress, thinking that’ll somehow redeem this horrendous mess. 

Piffle…

                Suffering through several minutes of this debacle was almost more than I could stomach, cannot fathom how anyone could endure the entire film, and furthermore, I’m amazed the cast could even keep a straight face while shooting.  I would’ve ended up spreadeagled on the floor, in spasmodic laughter.

Forget about potential paychecks, I’d say toodles & do triple-shifts at McDonald’s to pay my rent, thank you very much.  It clearly isn’t furthering the craft…oh wait a minute, there is no more craft! 

Don’t cha think?

Spending a lot of time these days browsing YouTube (the 21st century answer to NBC, ABC & CBS) and love the wit and wisdom of one Blaire White of The Blaire White Project.  Her reaction to selected Tik-Tok videos is especially luscious.

While we’re on the subject, what about the transexual that started it all, Christine Jorgensen? We certainly can’t forget this multi-talented lady who both acted and sang.  Her voice was soft and sultry, her nightclub acts were très chic, and don’t forget her summer stock performances as Madame Rosepettle in Arthur Kopit’s “Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma’s Hung You in the Closet and I’m Feelin’ So Sad.”

Handsome Brad Polumbo has recently appeared on Sky News in Australia on several occasions.  What a catch for someone! You rule, Brad!

                Jon Voight, perennially handsome & a fine actor in many films, is apparently inside the presidential circle.  Oh-so-painfully recalled the 1970 best picture Oscar win for “Midnight Cowboy,” since I was just 16, and remember all too well its initial “X” rating that was later downgraded to “R.”  It didn’t matter, though, since I couldn’t get in then and didn’t until ’72, when I turned 18.  The infamous “X” rating was all the result of one racy (at the time) scene in the men’s room with a male hustler which didn’t surprise me much, and I ended up hustling myself a few years later.  It was simply a matter of fate, or possibly God’s will?

Oh, blessèd memories of my boyhood in the 50s where endless scraps of film ended up on the cutting room floor…who could forget the censorship of the Eisenhower era? Guess we can thank the 1960s “hippie effect” for reversing that trend (yes, I was one of “those hippies”). 

Too bad the subsequent “hippie” liberation got completely out of hand, exponentially, which brings us to the present moment!

Don’t cha think, or don’t cha? Until next time…