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I've never seen any of those tropes, thank goodness...the last time I was in a cinema was 1980...and even back then it was very rare for me to go. There was never anything that interested me. I only watch pre-1970 films on dvd with the fifties being my favorite decade...and lately for some reason I find it hard to sit through an entire film. I prefer to read (my current book is: The Last Kings of Shanghai, by Jonathan Kaufman- about the two Jewish families that had an iron grip on China for more than 100 years before WWII and completely controlled the Chinese with finance and opium). I don't know why you torture yourself, Donald.
One of the reason people have become so resistant to boredom these days, is that most Americans have lead extremely soft lives. People who have really suffered welcome boredom...because boredom beats the hell out of suffering. Just wait until the system falls apart in the near future...those stimulation seekers will be pining away for their boring life
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I prefer old British films to old American films. My great find in the past 15 years was : I Know Where I'm Going...a true classic with Wendy Hiller. I love the "American goes to Europe and finds romance" films... favorites; It started in Naples, Three Coins in the Fountain , and Summertime... the last two featuring Rossano Brazzi. Now THAT is a sexy guy. Italy used to be the place thought of as the ultimate romantic destination. Now it's tropical islands. When did that switch happen?
Yep, those "patriotic" WWII propaganda films are hard to take...Although I do like: Since You Went Away.
Agreed about WW2. As a Brit, I even dislike the British ones like In Which We Serve, or Mrs Miniver. Lovely to watch, but the propaganda is off-putting.
He was. “The Wild Bunch” has to be one of the greatest Westerns ever & to those critics who said he was all about blood, gore, & slo-mo, \go watch “Junior Bonner” (1972) with Steve McQueen; all about the trials & tribulations of a Rodeo rider in a family splitting apart.
Back when VHS first came out, I told a friend I thought "The Honkers" was the best rodeo cowboy movie there was. He said Junior Bonner was better...so I watched it. I still think The Honkers was better and more realistic. At the end of the film, Slim Pickens gets killed rescuing James Coburn from being killed by the bull. Coburn had cheated by tying his hand to the rope on the bull (I actually have seen that happen twice at rodeos...bull rider's hand gets tangled in the rope and rider is flung around like a rag doll...but nobody died when I saw this for real).
"When the Legends Die" is also a great rodeo movie, except for some of the actors apparently refusing to cut their hair for the part. I found seventies hairstyles, in a film supposed to be set in the fifties, to take away from the film.
Never seen “The Honkers” so I can’t credibly comment; concur though on ‘70’s hairstyles. They were THE WORST!!! Early/mid ‘60’s (especially the Beatle-inspired “mod” period) were terrific! But by the ‘70’s everything fell apart. How do you go from A+ to F- in 12yrs?
I'm with you on 'The Wild Bunch'. Although I love many different film genres, my favorite (and specialty) is the Western. I put Peckinpah's 'TWB' at the very top! It was just the most richly textured character study I've seen in that genre.
Interestingly though, it's not my *favorite* Western. That would be 'Monte Walsh' (1970), because in some ways it almost feels like it's telling my own story -- almost my biography on film, in a sense. But 'The Wild Bunch' is really The Best Of The West on film, in my opinion.
Oh so well said. Above I wrote about my profound disappointment with Star Wars- The Phantom Movie in 1999. I was never much of a movie goer either, even back in the '80's. For one thing- just too darned expensive. Even the matinee was $2.00 in the '80's, which could buy a whole meal at McDonalds then. And then they hit you another $1.50 for the popcorn- and anything else- forget it.
As for TV- stopped watching that in 1989. Didn't miss anything.
Indeed I would recommend this book. It's non fiction...I don't read fiction. Even though it is written by a Jew, it is a fair treatment of the subject.
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"Let me know if there's anything I can do." I said to my girlfriend whose 99 year old grandmother just died in her house. Grandma sat in her chair in the living room all day drinking coffee and eating bacon and toast. She was a Tsimshu Indian. Grandma died on Christmas Eve, the day before her 100th birthday.
So I asked my girlfriend the question above and she said, "Sure. come over here with your Jeep (Grand Wagoneer) and load up Grandma's chair. Take it to the dump."
I drove over to my girlfriend's house, loaded the smelly green fabric chair into the back of the Jeep, and drove to the dump. I kept the windows open.
At the dump I was putting the ugly chair on the ground ready to throw it into the abyss when a dump worker came up and asked me if he could have the chair.
"I think I could reupholster it." He said. (Shades of Cousin Eddie).
I'd check Grandma's birth certificate, it might possibly been a day late and a dollar short. my daddy 90 next year. bros and sis's have been dying 60 or 62.
As an aside this thought occurred to me several weeks ago and has been circulating through mi mind constantly. I have read that male testosterone levels are falling drastically, about half of what they were forty years ago. I wonder if this is why we so many simpering effeminate people of the male sex now. Is this part of the deliberate plan for population reduction? If we can lower the testosterone levels and feminize men this would be a great way to depopulate. Put bluntly I don't put it past these evil bastards to try and pull off a stunt like this. Then the movies just herd the sheep along this path to self destruction. Anybody have any thoughts on this?
Yes, testosterone levels have been dropping for the pasts few decades, Peter. Who knows what they've been putting in the water alongside the poisonous fluoride? Thanks!
but found zero sperm in the jabbed. and then there is the shedding issue, which Jeff and Erica rense.com cover a lot. anecdotal, but still. same agenda. here is one from Jim Stone's School of Justified Paranoia voterig.com ... that they are feeding us something that makes our fat cells fill up and retain water. so we are all a bunch of wetheads, not fatheads. to demoralise us .. more. or maybe when full of it (water) their microwave weapons work better on the protesters (Canberra a couple of years ago)
Where I live was suddenly invaded by a species of male I've never seen before: beta males with wispy beards and big thick glasses biking their kids too and from school. WTF did they all come from?
The effeminization of the men began long before testosterone levels started falling off. I think that since at least 1850 being effeminate was a requisite for being a bishop or a politician, certainly a pope.
In broader society, the sissification of the men began about 1900. The factory economy breeds sissies. Real men stick to agriculture, know how to use a shovel, and can put down a dog when needed. They don't cry in their beer about the passing of attachments, and don't get bogged down in sentimental pursuits.
Real men know how to put their trust in God above, and utilize what they have on hand to solve their own problems. And they are not constantly looking for a terrestial savior.
I will add this, dogs exhibit the purest unconditional love imaginable.
Oh, they were my eyes and ears in the woods and prairies of Minnesota . hiking and hunting.
They had a sense of humor too. They just exhibit things we wish humans could imitate.
They would accompany me on long hikes up the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi river and Wisconsin in sub-zero temps. My labs were happiest when the temp was sub-zero and the moon was full. It couldn't have been just luck that we acquired these dogs. To this day I can't hike these trails. If people only knew such natural love...
every action movie on netflix is featured with a woman in the lead like you said beating up big white guys. this is life under jewish rule where they program the people to go against nature. then in a cop movie the woman cop works 24 hrs a day doesnt sleep or eat until she gets her man while making idiots of all the male cops. every CIA FBI or a top cop boss is a woman with the women bossing around the men while thy grovel before her. dont these male actors realize the life they are making for their young sons? they will have to live with these witches who watch those movies
It's not that it is hard to make male cops look like idiots. All the ones I know would be running from any confrontation they are not absolutely confident they could win.
In the Dogman movie I recommended, from 2012, the cop in the movie is a young lady.
She's acting tough like in all the dumb lady cop tropes, but in this movie she screws everything up. In the sequel she's tending bar. They fired her ass. LOL!
I try not to watch anything modern at all but I feel the same way Dan I can’t help myself when I see all the predictive programming and bull crap in today’s television. My lady does not like my commentary either.
You and I must be psychically connected because I have been spending time watching older movies, many are the B ones. Dopey and stupid but they destress me. Some of your comments I had to laugh at because I've witnessed these same scenes in older movies myself. Women standing idly by screaming instead of running like hell. The end of life nose bleeds (grab the Kleenex box!) or spittle as they gasp for their last breath. Good old vomit scenes - real class. Watching a man and woman shoot up, with pistols that never need reloading, 15-20 fully armed dudes and come out with nary a scratch. How is that possible in real life? I don't like full nudity on screen; leaves nothing at all to the imagination. Although, I am not going to ignore good kiss scenes. Have to admit some have given me flashbacks (not PTSD). I don't like watching two women or two men sucking face and even going farther than that. Broken Back Buddies was way too much for me. Ruined my image of a real cowboy. Women do not and should not feel the need to act like a man. In real life, they fail miserably as street cops. Sorry ladies, you can't cut it. God didn't build you that way. This gal likes real men and will always like real men. I don't want to prove I can lift 50 lbs., thats your job. But I can open a bottle of beer for you and cook a good steak. Maybe I'll even offer to do your laundry. Great writing, Don!
Mine too. I have a sibling that throws out food, then she complains because of the cost. Go figure. Homeless people do their dumpster dives, what a disgusting way to have to live when there are resources. I'd love to have a compost pile, but where I live, we have rats and the City tells us its impossible. Right, like I should believe what government tells me when I've seen one myself, neighbors too. Can't wait to get the hell out of Dodge. City living is the pits.
Oh so I’m not the only one who notices these things. On the cop shows, we’ll say “Bosch”, the female cop easily outruns the perp, catches him in a dive tackle, cuffed in a heart beat. Gets acolytes from those all around. Just part of the job. I’ll continue down this vein. The perps are never black, like never! It’s not allowed to show black this way. Perps are scuzzy whites or some ethnically ambiguous dude. And am I the only one who notices the only food allowed to be eaten is Chinese take out!! And only the utensils are chop sticks which are never really used. They poke around with them never bringing the food to their mouths as they chatter away. Is this suppose to make is feel stupid? Hey, someday I’m going to master the chop stick! Someday.
To make it in "Kosher Valley" (Hollywood), you must not only give sexual favors but you must also be a Tranny. " People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame" from the Kink's song, "Hollywood Boulevard" should instead say, "People who changed their gender for fortune and fame." The aesthetic prop has always been used in films. In those old World War Two movies, the evil Nazis were always played by hideous, beady eyed, hook-nosed Yids while the noble and persecuted Jews were portrayed by attractive Aryans. The jury system was designed for an intelligent, critically thinking people of the same basic race and culture. It can never work for the idiotic, brainwashed, mongrel masses that inhabit the U.S. today. I agree with Balzac, behind every fortune lies a crime. Usually more than one. The scumbag policy of everybody being punished for the actions of one is exemplified in military boot camp. Repeat offenders are gagged so they can't yell for help at night after "lights out" and severely worked over by guys in the company, just body punching so no marks are visible. That usually solves the problem. I can't count how many times I've left a job and co-worker hypocrites shook my hand, hugs from the females, taking my contact info bleating, "Oh, we must stay in touch." I laughed inside because I knew they wouldn't. This is a Kali Yuga and one of its countless, sick symptoms is that people don't say what they mean and don't mean what they say. Owney Madden, the notorious Irish gangster of New York City in the early 20th century, said that nothing makes a woman drop her knickers faster for a guy than when she sees he carries a gun. As this was well before the advent of TV, it indicates that females have always had a predilection for tough and violent guys. Once there was a young man trying to impress a very attractive woman to get a date. He kept emphasizing that he was such a nice guy that everyone likes, he never even had an enemy in his life. She asked incredulously, "You've never had a single enemy in your life?!" "Nope, not one" he smiled. She looks at him with contempt and derision saying, "What a little nothing you must be!" Much truth there. These stupid girls brainwashed by Jew produced movies into thinking they can fight and beat men, and actually try it, pay for their imbecility with trips to emergency rooms and battered women's shelters. Thank you, Don, for a very stimulating and interesting piece.
Each woman thinks, "It will be different for me!" So they sleep with the fringe Hollywood guy who gives their screenplay to his script reader friend who gets it to the low-level, Nepo baby with woman's name long ago removed. Then the great ideas are stolen and made into a film, woman gets nothing, but is passed around to all fringe Hollywood friends and everyone does the same thing over and over again hoping for a different outcome because, hey, it's Hollywood.
Except for the woman who says, "No," and then everything comes to a screeching halt. Although the fringe Hollywood guy still sends her script everywhere, her name long ago removed, the great ideas stolen, movie is made, everyone makes $$$$ but her, because hey, it's Hollywood.
I always was dubious of the famous actresses who said they never visited a casting couch. Just two many attractive women out there, with similar talents. Men are going to be men, and when they have power, they will abuse it. Thanks, Cindy!
Mario Puzo, who authored the "Godfather", and was involved in the making of the film, had this to say about movies and casting. In movies you see many people with tiny bit parts, usually no dialogue, just for a moment or so, sitting in innocuous scenes in a crowd, restaurant, bar, walking down the street, whatever. Many an attractive, aspiring actress has had sex with the casting director to get in one of these brief, nothing scenes. They do it because they are hoping against hope that some big shot director or producer watching the film will notice her and say, "Hey, she looks really good. Let's find out who she is and give her a screen test for a possible, bigger role in a film." Very much a long shot. However, what these women don't know is that there is a position known as the cutting editor, and when the movie is finished, before it is released, he scrutinizes it very carefully, cutting it down, like trimming a tree, a few scenes taken out here, a few scenes shortened there, and so on. According to Puzo, somewhere between 95% & 99% of the time, the scene that hopeful, aspiring actress was in will be eliminated. Ergo, these women gave their bodies for nothing. The casting directors know about this but naturally they are not going to spoil their fun by talking. So it goes in, Trannywood. (or Hellywood)
So, true, Hereticdrummer. I think the industry, more than say even modeling, is so corrupt because of the power and the money it brings in. Why do they treat people this way? Because they can and there is never any consequence. They're too powerful to touch. I had lunch with a very successful screenwriter when I was aspiring (I was the "No" person), and he said in order to be successful in Hollywood you have to be male, Jewish or gay. Ideally all three. Two is good, one is non-negotiable. The actors/actresses don't have to fit the category criteria, they can just be attractive, but it still helps to at least have one. He didn't mention the casting couch. He didn't have to. He invited me to his home to read the script. I declined. The rest they say, is history. Of the end of a career that is.
When I was starry-eyed, I still believed you could break through and succeed, but I was living in 1930's Hollywood which never even existed anyway. When I was staying in a Santa Monica hotel in the late 1980's, there was a famous restaurant below. You wouldn't believe all the very beautiful women standing around outside it. I made a comment to someone who lived there and they said it was the wannabes and the has-beens. Now they were just escorts.
Another incident was in San Diego, same time period. I was having drinks at this beautiful restaurant by the ocean (I'm nobody so I can just afford drinks :) ) and a girl I went to Film School with in Washington, DC came up to me. She was drunk, but very nice and glad to see me. She had moved out to Hollywood and I asked her how it was. "Don't move here," she said. "They treat you horribly. It's not like back home. I wish I never came." I thought of the escorts in Santa Monica. I bet they'd tell me the same thing and more.
When I was in San Diego in the late 80's a strange phenomena kept occurring. If I waited for my boyfriend in a lobby say, undercover security would come and tell me to move along. After having dinner in a restaurant, I waited outside the bathroom for my boyfriend, and it happened again. "You can't stand here," he said. At first I didn't get it, then I understood. They thought I was a hooker. A wannabee. A has-been. And believe me, I don't dress provocatively, I was just a blonde. I was pissed.
My last visit was alone and the plane landed late. I drove to the LA hotel at around 1 AM and the front desk wouldn't look at me. I waited for a few minutes and tapped on the counter bell with the man standing right in front of me. His back turned. "Excuse me, I need to check-in." He looked at me dubiously and asked if I had a reservation. I said I did and luckily I'd printed out the info. "You do?" he said incredulously. I guess he just saw another wannabe. An escort. A whore. Someone who they cut out of the final picture.
It's a horrible industry. I was so hard-headed it took me years to see it. But I still love the old films. My Fantasyland.
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Hello, Cindy Lynn ~
I just noticed your comment and was curious about which hotel and restaurant that was. I grew up in Santa Monica (graduated from Santa Monica High School), and in the late '70s / early '80s I was trying to get an acting career started. By '89 or '90 I began concentrating more on writing, and by October of 1992 I was so fed up with L.A. in every possible way that I moved completely out of the state.
However, having been born and raised in helL.A., I knew the city very well, and particularly the Westside. So your remark piqued my curiosity about which hotel & restaurant you were alluding to.
Did you ever see the 1996 movie 'Swingers'? That was after my time in Hellywood, so the scene was a bit different in style from what it was like when I was there, but that movie still cracks me up! They captured that youthful ambition and starry-eyed delusion so humorously!
It was on the road right by the ocean . . .? Shutters? I'm not sure. It was late 1980's. Was it the one Schwarzenegger owned? Did he own one? I'm looking at the Google map to jog my memory . . . I'm not sure.
When I first went to LA in the 1980's, Santa Monica, I ran to the ocean and put my feet in. I started crying, I was so excited to be there. I made it! Stardom was only weeks away! LOL On another trip I was walking around Will Rogers State Beach, and walked into a camera crew. "Excuse me, could you move please? We're trying to film." I must have been in a daze not noticing, so looked up and saw what may have been Pamela Anderson standing off in the distance. I was in her shot. They were filming Baywatch! I apologized and left quickly. What a goof, I was.
Sorry you left. Totally understand. The last time I went by myself, I stayed near Burbank. Had a beer at the non-defunct Steven Spielberg restaurant, DIVE, but mostly stayed in and ordered Dominos Pizza. The Mexican delivery guys were the nicest people I met. "Miss Cindy! Another pizza!"
I did see Swingers! It was funny and uncomfortably true! Thanks for the message.
Howdy, CINDY! Thanks for your response. It was a real gem! (That line about stardom being only weeks away literally made me chuckle-out-loud!) I had to Google "Shutters" because the name didn't ring a bell. According to at least one site, Shutters opened in '93. So it may not have been that place. But I noticed that Shutters is directly north of a swanky hotel called Casa Del Mar. (I don't think I've ever written the word "swanky" before.) In '85, that hotel was the Pritikin Longevity Center, where I worked as the front desk manager. It was a place for celebrities and other wealthy folks to change their lifestyles and lose weight.
Because I was born and raised in L.A., my story is a bit different from yours. And, sadly, I was too young and naive to appreciate what I had then. I wish I could get a do-over, while knowing what I do today.
However, like you, I was a person who said "No". Right out of high school I managed to get into the Screen Extras Guild (yeah, they had a union then) and for 7 years, by day I worked 'Background', and at night I studied acting in a few different professional schools. I was *VERY* serious about the art!
If memory serves, it was a made-for-TV movie (1978?), and I worked for at least two days on the beach (Paradise Cove in Malibu, I believe). During set-ups, the director started chatting with me, asking about my background, hopes & dreams, etc. On day two, he told me he had what he felt would be a good role for me in his next film project. All I needed to do was take an all-expenses-paid trip to Australia with him when this current project wrapped. I said no because: A) I've always been a "confident heterosexual" (hat tip to the criminally underrated comedy 'Rustler's Rhapsody' for that term), and B) I won't be bought.
Over the years I did manage to score a few very small bit parts - a line or two of dialogue - in popular shows (which I now have on DVDs). Unfortunately, I took too much for granted, because I was sure bigger fish were in my future. Young & stupid was I. However, I now know that there was a Plan underway, to which I was not privy.
I spent years telling people "There is no God in Los Angeles!" And in '92, when I couldn't stand the place any longer, I moved to Prescott, a small town in Arizona (as seen in the 1971 movie 'Billy Jack'). I told all my friends that if I ever moved back to L.A., they were to put a gun to my head and end my misery. I still remember driving East on the 10 freeway, pulling a U-Haul trailer behind my car and flipping "the bird" at downtown L.A. as I drove past it. Ha!
I experienced *massive* culture shock in Prescott, and after about a year and a half... I moved back to L.A. I had NO IDEA why I was going back, and was mad at myself for doing so. Logic dictated that I probably should have moved to Phoenix but... no. I recall getting gas at a station just outside of Palm Springs, and while the gas was pumping, I kept asking myself: WHY am I doing this?! WHY am I going back to helL.A.?! I had no desire to act anymore, so I couldn't understand why I was returning. Thankfully, none of my old friends put a gun to my head. :^D
One month to the day, after having moved back, I was alone one afternoon in my girlfriend's L.A. apartment when I inexplicably had a heart-changing 'Saul-On-The-Road-To-Damascus' Spiritual experience which permanently changed me. To put it another way: I found God in Los Angeles! (Wow! He hears, He directs, He has a sense of humor.) The irony was unmistakable. (When I think back on that day, I'm always reminded of Frasier Crane saying, "Well played, God!" in an episode of that show.)
So, I'm not at all sorry that I didn't wind up a big star in Hellywood / Hollyweird. It would have been a disaster for me. I strongly believe I am where I'm supposed to be right now. And at times when I feel like reminiscing, I just drag out a few old DVDs and pop them into my player and go back in time, to a galaxy far, far away.
Sorry about all this yakking, but your gem of a reply sparked my memories and inspired this bit of keyboard mania.
Great commentary, Cindy Lynn. With all respect, you omitted one vital prerequisite for success in, "Kosher Valley", one that transcends all of the others in these times. You must be a transsexual androgyne, male to female, or female to male. The tranny virus is so ubiquitous now it has permeated politics and big business along with the entertainment racket. Further, it is important to realize that the entertainment industry (which includes politics) is owned and run by dark magic, occultists. Sure, some of the lower echelon sycophants are not but they're just expendable tools. And these sorcerers are directly interfaced with high level military and civilian Intelligence agencies, who in turn are answerable to those at the apex of the pyramid of power, the money printers. Ultimately, I'm certain that those satanists are under the heel of non-human entities. At any rate, I can draw a parallel with much of my life and aspirations with yours. Other than serving 4 years in the Red, White, & Blue Murder Machine, from my mid teens through most of my adult working life I struggled as a rock n' roll drummer. I was damn good, considered by my peers to be the best. ("no brag, just fact"). I knew the odds were extremely long regarding, "making it" but I thought if I persevered I had a "chinaman's chance." I've long since known that like with Hellywood, the music business is a closed system and all of its stars and luminaries are from bloodline, connected families, more often than not blue-bloods, and/or members of Secret Societies. There is nothing natural or organic about it. They are placed on top to promote the Cryptocracy's insidious agendas, which are the antithesis of our well being. Such is part and parcel of the great American, Slobocracy. Be well, Cindy Lynn.
I'm sure the trans people were there, HD. I was just too young and naïve to recognize it. Many of the unbelievably beautiful escorts in Santa Monica were probably guys!
Fantastic that you were/are a drummer! You can always still play. My cousin, Ken, plays the bass guitar in a band after retiring from a government job and loves it. It's just bars in North Carolina, but at least he doesn't have to sell his soul for it.
Thank you, Cindy Lynn. Regarding Trannys, they go back centuries. The difference now is that the satanic Controllers are promoting them full throttle and they are so numerous, it has become a de facto Tranny takeover. These monsters just love shoving perversion in our faces. Further, they now possess the medical technology to effectuate gender change more convincingly. Here is a tale I think you'll find interesting. When I joined my first band at the age of 15, the bassist, also 15, was originally from Manhattan, New York City. An only child, he and his mother moved to NJ when his parents divorced. (his mother was a former, European, concert pianist). Alex was a dynamite bass player and we made a real, kick ass rhythm section. Musicians and singers much older than we were wanted us to join their groups. Anyway, Alex and I rapidly became best friends, I was closer to him than I was to my own siblings. The years went by and after our last band together, a video production company he formed took off like a rocket. Alex was quite brilliant and his company segued into the digital revolution with digital imagery. Located in Manhattan, NYC, under his vision and leadership they were at the cutting edge of this field. His company obtained super contracts from some of the biggest corporations in the world as well as the federal government. He became fabulously wealthy, a mega-millionaire many times over. He won media awards, was interviewed on TV talk shows and featured in national magazines. He jet-setted all over the world. Unfortunately, his great wealth and status ended our friendship. Such is invariably the case in an age of rampant materialism. Many years later, about 5 years ago, his 3rd wife, a lovely Swedish lady, contacted me and told me he was dying of cancer and really wanted to see me. They sent a driver to NJ to bring me to their residence, which was the famous Dakota building. Recall they made the demonic flick, "Rosemary's Baby" there and John Lennon of the Beatles with his wife Yoko Ono lived there when Lennon was assassinated. Ironically, Alex's apartment was next to Yoko's and they became friends. When I got there and saw him, I was horrified. The cancer had so eaten him away he barely looked human. It was difficult to speak to him as he was on heavy doses of morphine for his pain but gradually his mind cleared. We spoke of many things and then the conversation turned to celebrities. I will quote him: "Johnny, you know I've been a great success in my media business for many years. During this time, I've met and worked with countless celebrities and celebrity wannabees, men and women. Let me tell you, without exception, all of them would do anything, and I mean anything, for celebrity fame and fortune. Without hesitation they would sell their own mothers, wives, husbands, daughters, sisters, whoever, into prostitution and sexual slavery. They would willingly be filmed having sex with quadruped animals. Anything! ... " That man was in a position to know. Hardly surprising, is it Cindy Lynn?
The last time I was enthusiastic about a movie was 1999 for "Star Wars- The Phantom Menace". They should have called it "The Phantom Movie". I mean, how can you possibly screw up Star Wars. Even a mediocre movie would have been refreshing. But no, it seemed like they were actually trying to wreck the Franchise. A lot of people complained about Jar Jar Binks, blaming him for the dump. But Binks was really the only character that had flair- he was supposed to be the comedy relief normally reserved for R2D2 and C3P0, mainly because the latter "droid" was still half assembled on Anakin's workbench.
Anakin was just not believable. A 7 year old being romantically interested in the queen? Puh-lease. I remember when I was 7. My interest was Speed Racer's Mach 5 Race Car and Jet Planes. Women were boring associates that played with dolls, and wanted you to play house.
Meanwhile, the movie kept hinting at a plot, but one never broke out. And George Lucas absolutely flunked screenplay. HEY GEORGE, YOUR CHARACTER QUI GON IS GOING TO BE DEAD MEAT IN THREE MINUTES. Obi Wan is in the other room, cut off by the force field. Here is your golden opportunity for Darth Maul to spill his guts, tell Qui Gon all about the clone conspiracy, the plot by Palpitine to take over the Senate, and all those other intriguing plot detailsyou kept hinting at because Obi Wan is never going to know. All the secrets are going to die with that main character. But no...
And the trial on Coruscant. Are you kidding me? I kept wanting to shout- Hey, Qui Gon, your Trade Federation is out one Space Cruiser. Remember the Nimoudians casually blowing it up at the beginning of the movie? How many "Dear Jane" letters did you have to write to the wives and mothers of the deceased? And yet you just sit there while the criminals protest their innocence?
And, of course, we get treated to 10 Minutes of Galactic Nascar that has no real bearing on the overall plot. You might as well have had a ten minute scene of Qui Gon bargaining with that Galactic Winged Jewish Junk Dealer for the part.
And, oh yeah, that part where Qui Gon uses the Force to fudge a "random" roll of dice. What a great example to all the kiddies concerning chivalry and resignation to Providence.
And when mama Schmi tells Obi Wan that "Anakin has no Father..." Wow George. Talk about the gaff of the century...
That whole Train Wreck appropriately ended by Anakin blowing up the Nimoudian Base Ship totally by accident. "I wonder what this Button Does" should have been the byline for the whole flick.
In fact, it could serve as the Byline for everything Holywood post 1985. So far as this Wolf is concerned, the last thing Hollywood did that was truly original was Ghostbusters. After that, Hollywood went retro. In the '90's everything returned, from Star Trek to Gilligan's Island to Lassie. (And at least in the 1960's they were pretty good with camera angles. In the 1990's you could clearly see that "Lassie" was sporting a pair.)
I guess the destruction of Christendom was pretty much accomplished by the 1980's, and New Sodom no longer really needed to maintain its Hollywood Wind-up Toy. Mission accomplished.
Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us. You are our only hope!
My childhood friend, Patrick, and I wrote a screenplay together 11 years ago. It took a whole year. Every Sunday we'd talk about the script scenes we'd written that week and laugh our asses off. It was great fun. The story was about us redneck Nebraska hippies in 1971 or so. The infamous Jethro Tull concert at Red Rocks, CO was in there along with firework battles on campouts and other funny mayhem.
Patrick had some connections in LA and shopped the script around but no takers. Hippie comedies were out of date and who the hell is Jethro Tull?
But Patrick and I had a great year that year writing the script together. A good friendship is hard to find and better than any fame or fortune.
DJ: We had scenes in Colorado and South Dakota as well but you are right, movies about the Midwest are rare. Still, we wrote the screenplay mostly for ourselves.
Dec 1, 2023·edited Dec 1, 2023Liked by Donald Jeffries
Calling every citation of Jewish malfeasance an anti-Semitic trope is a trope all its own. If I go to primary sources, I'll read that Jews in Medieval Spain faked their conversion to Christianity to subvert the throne. Jewish duplicity is precisely what launched the Inquisition.
The ADL and SPLC will have none of that. They insist such accounts of Jewish duplicity are cut from whole cloth. Anybody who repeats them is guilty of propagating--you guessed it--an anti-Semitic trope.
Meanwhile, it's perfectly acceptable to say Medieval Catholics persecuted Jews for no good reason. A maniacal hatred of Jews motivated them. Don't call that an anti-Christianist trope. That's just vanilla history.
Excellent piece of writing as usual, Don. Really enjoyed it. As usual I agreed with everything you said. It's getting harder and harder to watch anything now without feeling patronized and angry during and afterwards. Is there any way that this rotten trend can be reversed? Dunno. Anyway, thanks!
And the obligatory women singing pop songs scene! Usually using mops or brushes as microphones. So cringe. And you're right about the guys in films now too. Most look like gay Chippendale (I repeat myself) dancers at bachelorette parties. Unless, of course, the guy is ex-military/special ops who is sort-of like Jason Bourne, but more earthy, hairy, less intellectual. Usually has a dog. Or he's the chubby black friend, non-sexual, usually funny, but always there and who takes the first bullet.
Maybe I could write a screenplay using all the things I just mentioned. The women singing would be left behind, girlfriend and little daughter, when Mr. Earthy goes to kill Mr. Chippendale for some ex-psyop reason, and Chubby Black Friend stays to protect the family, but takes a bullet for Fluffy the lovable Golden Retriever in the second act. OSCAR!
It is possible that you're right although I only go an what I observe personally these days. I wasn't around in the 1800's. My grandfather was a man. At the age of 13 he followed the planting and harvests from Manitoba to California and back. Most of this trek was done on foot. During the 1905 Russian revolution My uncle hopped a freight train and ended up in a sea port where he stowed away on a ship. The ship ended up in the St. Lawrence seaway which is how he ended up in Canada. He never saw any of his family again for fifty years before they were reunited. He was 9 years old when he hopped that first train. They were real men. Most people think I'm a pretty tough old guy. By those standards I am a wimpy little man. However, I can and do use a shovel and I can put a sick dog down. I also grow a garden and hunt my own meat. I also know there is only one person I can always relay on other than myself and that is my wife. I've known men who worked in logging and mining that I would defy you to call sissies. They too were real men.
I've never seen any of those tropes, thank goodness...the last time I was in a cinema was 1980...and even back then it was very rare for me to go. There was never anything that interested me. I only watch pre-1970 films on dvd with the fifties being my favorite decade...and lately for some reason I find it hard to sit through an entire film. I prefer to read (my current book is: The Last Kings of Shanghai, by Jonathan Kaufman- about the two Jewish families that had an iron grip on China for more than 100 years before WWII and completely controlled the Chinese with finance and opium). I don't know why you torture yourself, Donald.
One of the reason people have become so resistant to boredom these days, is that most Americans have lead extremely soft lives. People who have really suffered welcome boredom...because boredom beats the hell out of suffering. Just wait until the system falls apart in the near future...those stimulation seekers will be pining away for their boring life
1940’s Film Noir are good. Also some pre-code.
There are some excellent old British films too
Avoid anything about WW2
Yes, I love film noir. The WW2 films are very transparent propaganda. Thanks, Stefatanus!
I prefer old British films to old American films. My great find in the past 15 years was : I Know Where I'm Going...a true classic with Wendy Hiller. I love the "American goes to Europe and finds romance" films... favorites; It started in Naples, Three Coins in the Fountain , and Summertime... the last two featuring Rossano Brazzi. Now THAT is a sexy guy. Italy used to be the place thought of as the ultimate romantic destination. Now it's tropical islands. When did that switch happen?
Yep, those "patriotic" WWII propaganda films are hard to take...Although I do like: Since You Went Away.
At this point, I find those "patriotic" WW2 films comical. Total role reversal.
I've been watching those too. Some aren't too bad. They relax me and I usually fall asleep. LOL
Sounds like Wifey - she has seen the !st half of a lot of great movies, ha ha
I don't even make it that far.
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Agreed about WW2. As a Brit, I even dislike the British ones like In Which We Serve, or Mrs Miniver. Lovely to watch, but the propaganda is off-putting.
I’m with you there. I’ve got a feeling that we weren’t the good guys.
Old England is beautiful 👍
Why? “Cross of Iron” is an underrated Sam Peckinpah classic.
He was. “The Wild Bunch” has to be one of the greatest Westerns ever & to those critics who said he was all about blood, gore, & slo-mo, \go watch “Junior Bonner” (1972) with Steve McQueen; all about the trials & tribulations of a Rodeo rider in a family splitting apart.
Back when VHS first came out, I told a friend I thought "The Honkers" was the best rodeo cowboy movie there was. He said Junior Bonner was better...so I watched it. I still think The Honkers was better and more realistic. At the end of the film, Slim Pickens gets killed rescuing James Coburn from being killed by the bull. Coburn had cheated by tying his hand to the rope on the bull (I actually have seen that happen twice at rodeos...bull rider's hand gets tangled in the rope and rider is flung around like a rag doll...but nobody died when I saw this for real).
"When the Legends Die" is also a great rodeo movie, except for some of the actors apparently refusing to cut their hair for the part. I found seventies hairstyles, in a film supposed to be set in the fifties, to take away from the film.
Never seen “The Honkers” so I can’t credibly comment; concur though on ‘70’s hairstyles. They were THE WORST!!! Early/mid ‘60’s (especially the Beatle-inspired “mod” period) were terrific! But by the ‘70’s everything fell apart. How do you go from A+ to F- in 12yrs?
"Shane" is the best western imho. "Once Upon a Time in the West" had its moments too.
Dutchmn007 ~
I'm with you on 'The Wild Bunch'. Although I love many different film genres, my favorite (and specialty) is the Western. I put Peckinpah's 'TWB' at the very top! It was just the most richly textured character study I've seen in that genre.
Interestingly though, it's not my *favorite* Western. That would be 'Monte Walsh' (1970), because in some ways it almost feels like it's telling my own story -- almost my biography on film, in a sense. But 'The Wild Bunch' is really The Best Of The West on film, in my opinion.
~ Stephen T. McCarthy
(or, D-FensDogG)
He was a great director!
Need you ask ? Yes, I really like Peckinpah, especially "The Getaway"
The book by Willi Heinrich is a classic. I liked the film but as always with Peckinpah, the violence ends up dominating everything else.
Oh so well said. Above I wrote about my profound disappointment with Star Wars- The Phantom Movie in 1999. I was never much of a movie goer either, even back in the '80's. For one thing- just too darned expensive. Even the matinee was $2.00 in the '80's, which could buy a whole meal at McDonalds then. And then they hit you another $1.50 for the popcorn- and anything else- forget it.
As for TV- stopped watching that in 1989. Didn't miss anything.
Would you recommend the Last Kings book? Sounds interesting. Is it fiction or non-fiction?
Indeed I would recommend this book. It's non fiction...I don't read fiction. Even though it is written by a Jew, it is a fair treatment of the subject.
"Let me know if there's anything I can do." I said to my girlfriend whose 99 year old grandmother just died in her house. Grandma sat in her chair in the living room all day drinking coffee and eating bacon and toast. She was a Tsimshu Indian. Grandma died on Christmas Eve, the day before her 100th birthday.
So I asked my girlfriend the question above and she said, "Sure. come over here with your Jeep (Grand Wagoneer) and load up Grandma's chair. Take it to the dump."
I drove over to my girlfriend's house, loaded the smelly green fabric chair into the back of the Jeep, and drove to the dump. I kept the windows open.
At the dump I was putting the ugly chair on the ground ready to throw it into the abyss when a dump worker came up and asked me if he could have the chair.
"I think I could reupholster it." He said. (Shades of Cousin Eddie).
So I gave him the chair.
Thanks for sharing that, Timmy!
It really makes zero difference what the old upholstery smelled like.
Everything is new except the frame , and the older it is, the better quality it is likely to be.
It's not really a strange thing to do at all.I have a friend who raised five kids in a lovely 5,000 sq ft suburban home doing nothing else.
John: Ol' Grandma had been peeing and shitting in that old chair for years. It will be tough for the dump guy to get out the smell I would imagine.
A new Christmas Story!
Cindy Lynn; LOL! Thanks.
I'd check Grandma's birth certificate, it might possibly been a day late and a dollar short. my daddy 90 next year. bros and sis's have been dying 60 or 62.
Peter: LOL! Tsimshu Indians in the 1800s didn't have birth certificate. LOL!
I'd double check those Leap Years,,, like the Great Leap Forward (Cheyenne Death March, shouldn't joke though)
As an aside this thought occurred to me several weeks ago and has been circulating through mi mind constantly. I have read that male testosterone levels are falling drastically, about half of what they were forty years ago. I wonder if this is why we so many simpering effeminate people of the male sex now. Is this part of the deliberate plan for population reduction? If we can lower the testosterone levels and feminize men this would be a great way to depopulate. Put bluntly I don't put it past these evil bastards to try and pull off a stunt like this. Then the movies just herd the sheep along this path to self destruction. Anybody have any thoughts on this?
Yes, testosterone levels have been dropping for the pasts few decades, Peter. Who knows what they've been putting in the water alongside the poisonous fluoride? Thanks!
but found zero sperm in the jabbed. and then there is the shedding issue, which Jeff and Erica rense.com cover a lot. anecdotal, but still. same agenda. here is one from Jim Stone's School of Justified Paranoia voterig.com ... that they are feeding us something that makes our fat cells fill up and retain water. so we are all a bunch of wetheads, not fatheads. to demoralise us .. more. or maybe when full of it (water) their microwave weapons work better on the protesters (Canberra a couple of years ago)
no use having testosterone and firing blanks... thru rense.com https://rense.com/general97/spike-replacing-sperm-burkhardt.php https://rumble.com/v2eybmg-dropping-sperm-counts-and-poisonous-ejaculate.html
Where I live was suddenly invaded by a species of male I've never seen before: beta males with wispy beards and big thick glasses biking their kids too and from school. WTF did they all come from?
The effeminization of the men began long before testosterone levels started falling off. I think that since at least 1850 being effeminate was a requisite for being a bishop or a politician, certainly a pope.
In broader society, the sissification of the men began about 1900. The factory economy breeds sissies. Real men stick to agriculture, know how to use a shovel, and can put down a dog when needed. They don't cry in their beer about the passing of attachments, and don't get bogged down in sentimental pursuits.
Real men know how to put their trust in God above, and utilize what they have on hand to solve their own problems. And they are not constantly looking for a terrestial savior.
Putting down my dog was one of the hardest things I ever had to do.
Nuff said, I guess.
I will add this, dogs exhibit the purest unconditional love imaginable.
Oh, they were my eyes and ears in the woods and prairies of Minnesota . hiking and hunting.
They had a sense of humor too. They just exhibit things we wish humans could imitate.
They would accompany me on long hikes up the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi river and Wisconsin in sub-zero temps. My labs were happiest when the temp was sub-zero and the moon was full. It couldn't have been just luck that we acquired these dogs. To this day I can't hike these trails. If people only knew such natural love...
every action movie on netflix is featured with a woman in the lead like you said beating up big white guys. this is life under jewish rule where they program the people to go against nature. then in a cop movie the woman cop works 24 hrs a day doesnt sleep or eat until she gets her man while making idiots of all the male cops. every CIA FBI or a top cop boss is a woman with the women bossing around the men while thy grovel before her. dont these male actors realize the life they are making for their young sons? they will have to live with these witches who watch those movies
It's not that it is hard to make male cops look like idiots. All the ones I know would be running from any confrontation they are not absolutely confident they could win.
The pattern is clear, SPQR70AD. Thanks.
In the Dogman movie I recommended, from 2012, the cop in the movie is a young lady.
She's acting tough like in all the dumb lady cop tropes, but in this movie she screws everything up. In the sequel she's tending bar. They fired her ass. LOL!
A little anti-semitic, are we?
no I am a lot aunty semight. but you are right jews do not control hollywood and the film industry.
I try not to watch anything modern at all but I feel the same way Dan I can’t help myself when I see all the predictive programming and bull crap in today’s television. My lady does not like my commentary either.
I think most women would feel that way, AT. Thanks!
Why do you guys torture yourselves? Stick to literature. Lord of the Rings comes to mind.
You and I must be psychically connected because I have been spending time watching older movies, many are the B ones. Dopey and stupid but they destress me. Some of your comments I had to laugh at because I've witnessed these same scenes in older movies myself. Women standing idly by screaming instead of running like hell. The end of life nose bleeds (grab the Kleenex box!) or spittle as they gasp for their last breath. Good old vomit scenes - real class. Watching a man and woman shoot up, with pistols that never need reloading, 15-20 fully armed dudes and come out with nary a scratch. How is that possible in real life? I don't like full nudity on screen; leaves nothing at all to the imagination. Although, I am not going to ignore good kiss scenes. Have to admit some have given me flashbacks (not PTSD). I don't like watching two women or two men sucking face and even going farther than that. Broken Back Buddies was way too much for me. Ruined my image of a real cowboy. Women do not and should not feel the need to act like a man. In real life, they fail miserably as street cops. Sorry ladies, you can't cut it. God didn't build you that way. This gal likes real men and will always like real men. I don't want to prove I can lift 50 lbs., thats your job. But I can open a bottle of beer for you and cook a good steak. Maybe I'll even offer to do your laundry. Great writing, Don!
Great points, Fran. Thanks!
And never finishing their meals or drinks.
I love to eat. It usually freaked out my dates. What I couldn't finish, I'd take home. I don't believe in wasting food.
That might be one of my biggest pet peeves too.
The food that is thrown out by all the institutions and restaurants is a crime.
We don't waste anything. All the peelings go in the compost too.
Mine too. I have a sibling that throws out food, then she complains because of the cost. Go figure. Homeless people do their dumpster dives, what a disgusting way to have to live when there are resources. I'd love to have a compost pile, but where I live, we have rats and the City tells us its impossible. Right, like I should believe what government tells me when I've seen one myself, neighbors too. Can't wait to get the hell out of Dodge. City living is the pits.
If I were raising a hog on table leftovers, he would starve. The few scrapes I have I give to the crows.
Oh so I’m not the only one who notices these things. On the cop shows, we’ll say “Bosch”, the female cop easily outruns the perp, catches him in a dive tackle, cuffed in a heart beat. Gets acolytes from those all around. Just part of the job. I’ll continue down this vein. The perps are never black, like never! It’s not allowed to show black this way. Perps are scuzzy whites or some ethnically ambiguous dude. And am I the only one who notices the only food allowed to be eaten is Chinese take out!! And only the utensils are chop sticks which are never really used. They poke around with them never bringing the food to their mouths as they chatter away. Is this suppose to make is feel stupid? Hey, someday I’m going to master the chop stick! Someday.
If you can learn to use a single chopstick we will call you Master Kelley!
Good points, Dennis. Thanks!
I could have written that opening paragraph myself.
I have noted for some time that "You have to check your brain at the door" to watch most of what Hollywood produces.
To make it in "Kosher Valley" (Hollywood), you must not only give sexual favors but you must also be a Tranny. " People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame" from the Kink's song, "Hollywood Boulevard" should instead say, "People who changed their gender for fortune and fame." The aesthetic prop has always been used in films. In those old World War Two movies, the evil Nazis were always played by hideous, beady eyed, hook-nosed Yids while the noble and persecuted Jews were portrayed by attractive Aryans. The jury system was designed for an intelligent, critically thinking people of the same basic race and culture. It can never work for the idiotic, brainwashed, mongrel masses that inhabit the U.S. today. I agree with Balzac, behind every fortune lies a crime. Usually more than one. The scumbag policy of everybody being punished for the actions of one is exemplified in military boot camp. Repeat offenders are gagged so they can't yell for help at night after "lights out" and severely worked over by guys in the company, just body punching so no marks are visible. That usually solves the problem. I can't count how many times I've left a job and co-worker hypocrites shook my hand, hugs from the females, taking my contact info bleating, "Oh, we must stay in touch." I laughed inside because I knew they wouldn't. This is a Kali Yuga and one of its countless, sick symptoms is that people don't say what they mean and don't mean what they say. Owney Madden, the notorious Irish gangster of New York City in the early 20th century, said that nothing makes a woman drop her knickers faster for a guy than when she sees he carries a gun. As this was well before the advent of TV, it indicates that females have always had a predilection for tough and violent guys. Once there was a young man trying to impress a very attractive woman to get a date. He kept emphasizing that he was such a nice guy that everyone likes, he never even had an enemy in his life. She asked incredulously, "You've never had a single enemy in your life?!" "Nope, not one" he smiled. She looks at him with contempt and derision saying, "What a little nothing you must be!" Much truth there. These stupid girls brainwashed by Jew produced movies into thinking they can fight and beat men, and actually try it, pay for their imbecility with trips to emergency rooms and battered women's shelters. Thank you, Don, for a very stimulating and interesting piece.
Thanks, Hereticdrummer!
You're welcome, Don. Thanks again and be well.
Each woman thinks, "It will be different for me!" So they sleep with the fringe Hollywood guy who gives their screenplay to his script reader friend who gets it to the low-level, Nepo baby with woman's name long ago removed. Then the great ideas are stolen and made into a film, woman gets nothing, but is passed around to all fringe Hollywood friends and everyone does the same thing over and over again hoping for a different outcome because, hey, it's Hollywood.
Except for the woman who says, "No," and then everything comes to a screeching halt. Although the fringe Hollywood guy still sends her script everywhere, her name long ago removed, the great ideas stolen, movie is made, everyone makes $$$$ but her, because hey, it's Hollywood.
I always was dubious of the famous actresses who said they never visited a casting couch. Just two many attractive women out there, with similar talents. Men are going to be men, and when they have power, they will abuse it. Thanks, Cindy!
Mario Puzo, who authored the "Godfather", and was involved in the making of the film, had this to say about movies and casting. In movies you see many people with tiny bit parts, usually no dialogue, just for a moment or so, sitting in innocuous scenes in a crowd, restaurant, bar, walking down the street, whatever. Many an attractive, aspiring actress has had sex with the casting director to get in one of these brief, nothing scenes. They do it because they are hoping against hope that some big shot director or producer watching the film will notice her and say, "Hey, she looks really good. Let's find out who she is and give her a screen test for a possible, bigger role in a film." Very much a long shot. However, what these women don't know is that there is a position known as the cutting editor, and when the movie is finished, before it is released, he scrutinizes it very carefully, cutting it down, like trimming a tree, a few scenes taken out here, a few scenes shortened there, and so on. According to Puzo, somewhere between 95% & 99% of the time, the scene that hopeful, aspiring actress was in will be eliminated. Ergo, these women gave their bodies for nothing. The casting directors know about this but naturally they are not going to spoil their fun by talking. So it goes in, Trannywood. (or Hellywood)
So, true, Hereticdrummer. I think the industry, more than say even modeling, is so corrupt because of the power and the money it brings in. Why do they treat people this way? Because they can and there is never any consequence. They're too powerful to touch. I had lunch with a very successful screenwriter when I was aspiring (I was the "No" person), and he said in order to be successful in Hollywood you have to be male, Jewish or gay. Ideally all three. Two is good, one is non-negotiable. The actors/actresses don't have to fit the category criteria, they can just be attractive, but it still helps to at least have one. He didn't mention the casting couch. He didn't have to. He invited me to his home to read the script. I declined. The rest they say, is history. Of the end of a career that is.
When I was starry-eyed, I still believed you could break through and succeed, but I was living in 1930's Hollywood which never even existed anyway. When I was staying in a Santa Monica hotel in the late 1980's, there was a famous restaurant below. You wouldn't believe all the very beautiful women standing around outside it. I made a comment to someone who lived there and they said it was the wannabes and the has-beens. Now they were just escorts.
Another incident was in San Diego, same time period. I was having drinks at this beautiful restaurant by the ocean (I'm nobody so I can just afford drinks :) ) and a girl I went to Film School with in Washington, DC came up to me. She was drunk, but very nice and glad to see me. She had moved out to Hollywood and I asked her how it was. "Don't move here," she said. "They treat you horribly. It's not like back home. I wish I never came." I thought of the escorts in Santa Monica. I bet they'd tell me the same thing and more.
When I was in San Diego in the late 80's a strange phenomena kept occurring. If I waited for my boyfriend in a lobby say, undercover security would come and tell me to move along. After having dinner in a restaurant, I waited outside the bathroom for my boyfriend, and it happened again. "You can't stand here," he said. At first I didn't get it, then I understood. They thought I was a hooker. A wannabee. A has-been. And believe me, I don't dress provocatively, I was just a blonde. I was pissed.
My last visit was alone and the plane landed late. I drove to the LA hotel at around 1 AM and the front desk wouldn't look at me. I waited for a few minutes and tapped on the counter bell with the man standing right in front of me. His back turned. "Excuse me, I need to check-in." He looked at me dubiously and asked if I had a reservation. I said I did and luckily I'd printed out the info. "You do?" he said incredulously. I guess he just saw another wannabe. An escort. A whore. Someone who they cut out of the final picture.
It's a horrible industry. I was so hard-headed it took me years to see it. But I still love the old films. My Fantasyland.
Wow. Thanks for sharing such a fascinating personal account, Cindy!
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Hello, Cindy Lynn ~
I just noticed your comment and was curious about which hotel and restaurant that was. I grew up in Santa Monica (graduated from Santa Monica High School), and in the late '70s / early '80s I was trying to get an acting career started. By '89 or '90 I began concentrating more on writing, and by October of 1992 I was so fed up with L.A. in every possible way that I moved completely out of the state.
However, having been born and raised in helL.A., I knew the city very well, and particularly the Westside. So your remark piqued my curiosity about which hotel & restaurant you were alluding to.
Did you ever see the 1996 movie 'Swingers'? That was after my time in Hellywood, so the scene was a bit different in style from what it was like when I was there, but that movie still cracks me up! They captured that youthful ambition and starry-eyed delusion so humorously!
~ Stephen T. McCarthy (D-FensDogG)
Hi, Stephen,
It was on the road right by the ocean . . .? Shutters? I'm not sure. It was late 1980's. Was it the one Schwarzenegger owned? Did he own one? I'm looking at the Google map to jog my memory . . . I'm not sure.
When I first went to LA in the 1980's, Santa Monica, I ran to the ocean and put my feet in. I started crying, I was so excited to be there. I made it! Stardom was only weeks away! LOL On another trip I was walking around Will Rogers State Beach, and walked into a camera crew. "Excuse me, could you move please? We're trying to film." I must have been in a daze not noticing, so looked up and saw what may have been Pamela Anderson standing off in the distance. I was in her shot. They were filming Baywatch! I apologized and left quickly. What a goof, I was.
Sorry you left. Totally understand. The last time I went by myself, I stayed near Burbank. Had a beer at the non-defunct Steven Spielberg restaurant, DIVE, but mostly stayed in and ordered Dominos Pizza. The Mexican delivery guys were the nicest people I met. "Miss Cindy! Another pizza!"
I did see Swingers! It was funny and uncomfortably true! Thanks for the message.
Howdy, CINDY! Thanks for your response. It was a real gem! (That line about stardom being only weeks away literally made me chuckle-out-loud!) I had to Google "Shutters" because the name didn't ring a bell. According to at least one site, Shutters opened in '93. So it may not have been that place. But I noticed that Shutters is directly north of a swanky hotel called Casa Del Mar. (I don't think I've ever written the word "swanky" before.) In '85, that hotel was the Pritikin Longevity Center, where I worked as the front desk manager. It was a place for celebrities and other wealthy folks to change their lifestyles and lose weight.
Because I was born and raised in L.A., my story is a bit different from yours. And, sadly, I was too young and naive to appreciate what I had then. I wish I could get a do-over, while knowing what I do today.
However, like you, I was a person who said "No". Right out of high school I managed to get into the Screen Extras Guild (yeah, they had a union then) and for 7 years, by day I worked 'Background', and at night I studied acting in a few different professional schools. I was *VERY* serious about the art!
If memory serves, it was a made-for-TV movie (1978?), and I worked for at least two days on the beach (Paradise Cove in Malibu, I believe). During set-ups, the director started chatting with me, asking about my background, hopes & dreams, etc. On day two, he told me he had what he felt would be a good role for me in his next film project. All I needed to do was take an all-expenses-paid trip to Australia with him when this current project wrapped. I said no because: A) I've always been a "confident heterosexual" (hat tip to the criminally underrated comedy 'Rustler's Rhapsody' for that term), and B) I won't be bought.
Over the years I did manage to score a few very small bit parts - a line or two of dialogue - in popular shows (which I now have on DVDs). Unfortunately, I took too much for granted, because I was sure bigger fish were in my future. Young & stupid was I. However, I now know that there was a Plan underway, to which I was not privy.
I spent years telling people "There is no God in Los Angeles!" And in '92, when I couldn't stand the place any longer, I moved to Prescott, a small town in Arizona (as seen in the 1971 movie 'Billy Jack'). I told all my friends that if I ever moved back to L.A., they were to put a gun to my head and end my misery. I still remember driving East on the 10 freeway, pulling a U-Haul trailer behind my car and flipping "the bird" at downtown L.A. as I drove past it. Ha!
I experienced *massive* culture shock in Prescott, and after about a year and a half... I moved back to L.A. I had NO IDEA why I was going back, and was mad at myself for doing so. Logic dictated that I probably should have moved to Phoenix but... no. I recall getting gas at a station just outside of Palm Springs, and while the gas was pumping, I kept asking myself: WHY am I doing this?! WHY am I going back to helL.A.?! I had no desire to act anymore, so I couldn't understand why I was returning. Thankfully, none of my old friends put a gun to my head. :^D
One month to the day, after having moved back, I was alone one afternoon in my girlfriend's L.A. apartment when I inexplicably had a heart-changing 'Saul-On-The-Road-To-Damascus' Spiritual experience which permanently changed me. To put it another way: I found God in Los Angeles! (Wow! He hears, He directs, He has a sense of humor.) The irony was unmistakable. (When I think back on that day, I'm always reminded of Frasier Crane saying, "Well played, God!" in an episode of that show.)
So, I'm not at all sorry that I didn't wind up a big star in Hellywood / Hollyweird. It would have been a disaster for me. I strongly believe I am where I'm supposed to be right now. And at times when I feel like reminiscing, I just drag out a few old DVDs and pop them into my player and go back in time, to a galaxy far, far away.
Sorry about all this yakking, but your gem of a reply sparked my memories and inspired this bit of keyboard mania.
~ D-FensDogG
Great commentary, Cindy Lynn. With all respect, you omitted one vital prerequisite for success in, "Kosher Valley", one that transcends all of the others in these times. You must be a transsexual androgyne, male to female, or female to male. The tranny virus is so ubiquitous now it has permeated politics and big business along with the entertainment racket. Further, it is important to realize that the entertainment industry (which includes politics) is owned and run by dark magic, occultists. Sure, some of the lower echelon sycophants are not but they're just expendable tools. And these sorcerers are directly interfaced with high level military and civilian Intelligence agencies, who in turn are answerable to those at the apex of the pyramid of power, the money printers. Ultimately, I'm certain that those satanists are under the heel of non-human entities. At any rate, I can draw a parallel with much of my life and aspirations with yours. Other than serving 4 years in the Red, White, & Blue Murder Machine, from my mid teens through most of my adult working life I struggled as a rock n' roll drummer. I was damn good, considered by my peers to be the best. ("no brag, just fact"). I knew the odds were extremely long regarding, "making it" but I thought if I persevered I had a "chinaman's chance." I've long since known that like with Hellywood, the music business is a closed system and all of its stars and luminaries are from bloodline, connected families, more often than not blue-bloods, and/or members of Secret Societies. There is nothing natural or organic about it. They are placed on top to promote the Cryptocracy's insidious agendas, which are the antithesis of our well being. Such is part and parcel of the great American, Slobocracy. Be well, Cindy Lynn.
I'm sure the trans people were there, HD. I was just too young and naïve to recognize it. Many of the unbelievably beautiful escorts in Santa Monica were probably guys!
Fantastic that you were/are a drummer! You can always still play. My cousin, Ken, plays the bass guitar in a band after retiring from a government job and loves it. It's just bars in North Carolina, but at least he doesn't have to sell his soul for it.
Rock on!
Thank you, Cindy Lynn. Regarding Trannys, they go back centuries. The difference now is that the satanic Controllers are promoting them full throttle and they are so numerous, it has become a de facto Tranny takeover. These monsters just love shoving perversion in our faces. Further, they now possess the medical technology to effectuate gender change more convincingly. Here is a tale I think you'll find interesting. When I joined my first band at the age of 15, the bassist, also 15, was originally from Manhattan, New York City. An only child, he and his mother moved to NJ when his parents divorced. (his mother was a former, European, concert pianist). Alex was a dynamite bass player and we made a real, kick ass rhythm section. Musicians and singers much older than we were wanted us to join their groups. Anyway, Alex and I rapidly became best friends, I was closer to him than I was to my own siblings. The years went by and after our last band together, a video production company he formed took off like a rocket. Alex was quite brilliant and his company segued into the digital revolution with digital imagery. Located in Manhattan, NYC, under his vision and leadership they were at the cutting edge of this field. His company obtained super contracts from some of the biggest corporations in the world as well as the federal government. He became fabulously wealthy, a mega-millionaire many times over. He won media awards, was interviewed on TV talk shows and featured in national magazines. He jet-setted all over the world. Unfortunately, his great wealth and status ended our friendship. Such is invariably the case in an age of rampant materialism. Many years later, about 5 years ago, his 3rd wife, a lovely Swedish lady, contacted me and told me he was dying of cancer and really wanted to see me. They sent a driver to NJ to bring me to their residence, which was the famous Dakota building. Recall they made the demonic flick, "Rosemary's Baby" there and John Lennon of the Beatles with his wife Yoko Ono lived there when Lennon was assassinated. Ironically, Alex's apartment was next to Yoko's and they became friends. When I got there and saw him, I was horrified. The cancer had so eaten him away he barely looked human. It was difficult to speak to him as he was on heavy doses of morphine for his pain but gradually his mind cleared. We spoke of many things and then the conversation turned to celebrities. I will quote him: "Johnny, you know I've been a great success in my media business for many years. During this time, I've met and worked with countless celebrities and celebrity wannabees, men and women. Let me tell you, without exception, all of them would do anything, and I mean anything, for celebrity fame and fortune. Without hesitation they would sell their own mothers, wives, husbands, daughters, sisters, whoever, into prostitution and sexual slavery. They would willingly be filmed having sex with quadruped animals. Anything! ... " That man was in a position to know. Hardly surprising, is it Cindy Lynn?
The last time I was enthusiastic about a movie was 1999 for "Star Wars- The Phantom Menace". They should have called it "The Phantom Movie". I mean, how can you possibly screw up Star Wars. Even a mediocre movie would have been refreshing. But no, it seemed like they were actually trying to wreck the Franchise. A lot of people complained about Jar Jar Binks, blaming him for the dump. But Binks was really the only character that had flair- he was supposed to be the comedy relief normally reserved for R2D2 and C3P0, mainly because the latter "droid" was still half assembled on Anakin's workbench.
Anakin was just not believable. A 7 year old being romantically interested in the queen? Puh-lease. I remember when I was 7. My interest was Speed Racer's Mach 5 Race Car and Jet Planes. Women were boring associates that played with dolls, and wanted you to play house.
Meanwhile, the movie kept hinting at a plot, but one never broke out. And George Lucas absolutely flunked screenplay. HEY GEORGE, YOUR CHARACTER QUI GON IS GOING TO BE DEAD MEAT IN THREE MINUTES. Obi Wan is in the other room, cut off by the force field. Here is your golden opportunity for Darth Maul to spill his guts, tell Qui Gon all about the clone conspiracy, the plot by Palpitine to take over the Senate, and all those other intriguing plot detailsyou kept hinting at because Obi Wan is never going to know. All the secrets are going to die with that main character. But no...
And the trial on Coruscant. Are you kidding me? I kept wanting to shout- Hey, Qui Gon, your Trade Federation is out one Space Cruiser. Remember the Nimoudians casually blowing it up at the beginning of the movie? How many "Dear Jane" letters did you have to write to the wives and mothers of the deceased? And yet you just sit there while the criminals protest their innocence?
And, of course, we get treated to 10 Minutes of Galactic Nascar that has no real bearing on the overall plot. You might as well have had a ten minute scene of Qui Gon bargaining with that Galactic Winged Jewish Junk Dealer for the part.
And, oh yeah, that part where Qui Gon uses the Force to fudge a "random" roll of dice. What a great example to all the kiddies concerning chivalry and resignation to Providence.
And when mama Schmi tells Obi Wan that "Anakin has no Father..." Wow George. Talk about the gaff of the century...
That whole Train Wreck appropriately ended by Anakin blowing up the Nimoudian Base Ship totally by accident. "I wonder what this Button Does" should have been the byline for the whole flick.
In fact, it could serve as the Byline for everything Holywood post 1985. So far as this Wolf is concerned, the last thing Hollywood did that was truly original was Ghostbusters. After that, Hollywood went retro. In the '90's everything returned, from Star Trek to Gilligan's Island to Lassie. (And at least in the 1960's they were pretty good with camera angles. In the 1990's you could clearly see that "Lassie" was sporting a pair.)
I guess the destruction of Christendom was pretty much accomplished by the 1980's, and New Sodom no longer really needed to maintain its Hollywood Wind-up Toy. Mission accomplished.
Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us. You are our only hope!
My childhood friend, Patrick, and I wrote a screenplay together 11 years ago. It took a whole year. Every Sunday we'd talk about the script scenes we'd written that week and laugh our asses off. It was great fun. The story was about us redneck Nebraska hippies in 1971 or so. The infamous Jethro Tull concert at Red Rocks, CO was in there along with firework battles on campouts and other funny mayhem.
Patrick had some connections in LA and shopped the script around but no takers. Hippie comedies were out of date and who the hell is Jethro Tull?
But Patrick and I had a great year that year writing the script together. A good friendship is hard to find and better than any fame or fortune.
Your mistake was setting it in Nebraska, Timmy. Almost all Hollywood films were, and are, set in either New York or LA. Thanks.
DJ: We had scenes in Colorado and South Dakota as well but you are right, movies about the Midwest are rare. Still, we wrote the screenplay mostly for ourselves.
Calling every citation of Jewish malfeasance an anti-Semitic trope is a trope all its own. If I go to primary sources, I'll read that Jews in Medieval Spain faked their conversion to Christianity to subvert the throne. Jewish duplicity is precisely what launched the Inquisition.
The ADL and SPLC will have none of that. They insist such accounts of Jewish duplicity are cut from whole cloth. Anybody who repeats them is guilty of propagating--you guessed it--an anti-Semitic trope.
Meanwhile, it's perfectly acceptable to say Medieval Catholics persecuted Jews for no good reason. A maniacal hatred of Jews motivated them. Don't call that an anti-Christianist trope. That's just vanilla history.
Excellent piece of writing as usual, Don. Really enjoyed it. As usual I agreed with everything you said. It's getting harder and harder to watch anything now without feeling patronized and angry during and afterwards. Is there any way that this rotten trend can be reversed? Dunno. Anyway, thanks!
Thanks for your always kind words, Smoke!
And the obligatory women singing pop songs scene! Usually using mops or brushes as microphones. So cringe. And you're right about the guys in films now too. Most look like gay Chippendale (I repeat myself) dancers at bachelorette parties. Unless, of course, the guy is ex-military/special ops who is sort-of like Jason Bourne, but more earthy, hairy, less intellectual. Usually has a dog. Or he's the chubby black friend, non-sexual, usually funny, but always there and who takes the first bullet.
Maybe I could write a screenplay using all the things I just mentioned. The women singing would be left behind, girlfriend and little daughter, when Mr. Earthy goes to kill Mr. Chippendale for some ex-psyop reason, and Chubby Black Friend stays to protect the family, but takes a bullet for Fluffy the lovable Golden Retriever in the second act. OSCAR!
Lol. Good observations, Cindy. Thanks!
It is possible that you're right although I only go an what I observe personally these days. I wasn't around in the 1800's. My grandfather was a man. At the age of 13 he followed the planting and harvests from Manitoba to California and back. Most of this trek was done on foot. During the 1905 Russian revolution My uncle hopped a freight train and ended up in a sea port where he stowed away on a ship. The ship ended up in the St. Lawrence seaway which is how he ended up in Canada. He never saw any of his family again for fifty years before they were reunited. He was 9 years old when he hopped that first train. They were real men. Most people think I'm a pretty tough old guy. By those standards I am a wimpy little man. However, I can and do use a shovel and I can put a sick dog down. I also grow a garden and hunt my own meat. I also know there is only one person I can always relay on other than myself and that is my wife. I've known men who worked in logging and mining that I would defy you to call sissies. They too were real men.
Hahaha excellent tropes. 👌
Thanks, Norman!