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France’s Britney

Where’s Alizée today? She’s at St. Andrews in Scotland, where her husband is playing golf.

Wait. Alizée isn’t a screwed-up mess like her contemporary, Britney Spears? How can that be? She was so provocative!

Alizée must have been exploited and turned to drugs to cope with the madness. What? That didn’t happen? She got married, became a mom, and makes money with product endorsements!

Alizée’s daughter Annily

The thing that seems to be screwed-up are France’s un-American liberal values, that allowed Alizée to be so well-adjusted!

What I’d Say If I Were On Twitter

“The Internet really has sped things up. It takes only a minute for me to sort the two Sunday papers I get, and not much longer than that to read the tiny comics sections.” Hmm… that’s 170 characters. Ten too many? I’d better trim it down.

“The Internet has sped things up. It takes only a minute to sort the two Sunday papers I get, and not much longer than that to read the tiny comics sections.” There, only 156 characters.

I’m not on Twitter, but I’m on Facebook, and every time I go there it asks, “What’s on your mind, Doug?” How about what was on my mind 55 years ago?

QT on the QT

My buddy Denro received his copy of the Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood novelization on Saturday, but I won’t get mine until tomorrow. Both copies were in the same order, so what’s up with that, Amazon??

Tarantino continues to trash-talk Bruce Lee, but not in this senior-friendly interview for CBS Sunday Morning.

The book is here, a day earlier than expected. Amazon must have seen this blog post. 😉

Getting Hitched

I continued my Alfred Hitchcock viewing on TCM. Saboteur — not to be confused with Hitchcock’s earlier Sabotage — has a brief scene that’s straight out of a Western. Then there’s an encounter with a blind man, just like in James Whale’s Bride of Frankenstein. And how about a nod to Tod Browning’s Freaks for good measure?

Priscilla Lane, Robert Cummings’ co-star in Saboteur, passed away in 1995. When she died I learned that whenever I visited my younger sister’s family I was driving past the retirement home where Lane lived out her final years.