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Are You Ready For The JBU?
Depending upon where , when and how you may have been raised into your appreciation for Hollywood and movies, yesterday was either merely a newsworthy day or a day of mourning, No less than three surviving Penske reporters (on a day when the leadership of INDIE WIRE was gutted, that’s also newsworthy)–Justin Kroll, Mike Fleming Jr
His Master’s Voice Of America?
MEMO TO: SUSIE WILES, WHITE HOUSE CHIEF OF STAFF/KAROLINE LEAVITT, WHITE HOUSE PRESS SECRETARY CC: FAT ORANGE JESUS, E. MUSK, X. MUSK RE: AN IN-HOUSE SOLUTION TO YOUR SELF-INFLICTED “PROBLEM” Mornin’, ladies. Congrats on your one-month anniversaries as adversaries–er, advisors–to the Ki–er, President of the United States. Forgive me for my confusion; given what comes
A House Divided Cannot Stand. Except When It’s On A Prairie
It’s both reassuring and daunting to realize that I’m often not alone when it comes to media musings that, in the immortal words of that noted Quahog 5 commentator Peter Griffin, “really grind my gears”. Richard Rushfield does that regularly as one of the founding fathers of THE ANKLER, and TOO MUCH TV’s Rick Ellis
A Questionable NYC Mayor? Like This Is News?
So if I’m to believe the screaming headlines both local and national that dominated my news feeds yesterday today’s gonna be a pretty monumental day in the history of my home city and state. No less than four NEW YORK POST reporters–pretty impressive considering the overall size of its staff–contributed to this breaking news story
Lotus Operandi?
I have to admit for the past few months I’ve had little reason to watch any of HBO’s scripted series with any urgency. I thought THE PENGUIN was fine, but it was a short season and ultimately, at least for me, not zeitgeisty enough for me to feel a need to set an alert or
Still Live. Still From New York. Why Not Still Saturday Night?
It might be Sunday, but don’t tell that to Lorne Michaels and the minions at NBC and Comcast that he arguably has more savvy, experience and clout than the majority of them have–collectively. Being the overlord of what is still their most-viewed program–in any daypart–allows you to dictate when you get to celebrate your golden
This Is My Life. Such That It May Be.
Well, I finally made it to immortality. Sorta. In the early days of TV, and even before that in radio, there was a show called THIS IS YOUR LIFE, which the noted game show pioneer Ralph Edwards sold on the heels of a popular segment of his hit game show TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES–one that was
Can He Be Captain Of THIS America?
I try to remain indifferent about content that I have nominal personal interest in, and in the case of the Marvel Cinematic Universe that’s usually been my approach. I concede that I’ve never really gotten into all of the myriad and complex tapestries woven over the past 15 years in the various reimaginings and reiterations
No, It’s NOT The End Of The World As We Know It.
I can’t help but wonder if there’s a significant part of America that think that if you were born in the 20th century you are literally a fossil unworthy of even having a valid opinion. And as we get deeper into the 21st the ability of those with such an arrogant attitude–even if technically they