Song of the Day: Reach Out (I’ll Be There) by The Four Tops


A friend of mine recently watched Cooley High for the first time.  We both agreed that the film ends on two powerful musical notes, first with It’s So Hard To Say Goodbye playing over the scenes of Cochise’s funeral and then with today’s song of the day playing over the scenes of Preach literally running towards his future.

Here is Reach Out (I’ll Be There) by The Four Tops.

Scenes That I Love: “YOU CAN LIVE!” from Logan’s Run


I always enjoy it when good actors go totally over-the-top and that is certainly the case with today’s scene that I love.  In 1976’s Logan’s Run, the normally very reserved Michael York tries to let the people of the City know that “you can live!  LIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!”

Actually, as much as I enjoy York’s performance here, what truly makes the scene memorable is the way that everyone just ignores him and shuffles off to “renewal,” despite Logan’s attempts to convince them that they “don’t have to DIE!”  Logan’s Run is often dismissed as being a campy but enjoyable sci-fi film but, in this scene, we get a good portrayal of what a brainwashed populace truly looks like.

4 Shots From 4 Films: Special Martin Ritt Edition


4 Shots From 4 Films is just what it says it is, 4 shots from 4 of our favorite films. As opposed to the reviews and recaps that we usually post, 4 Shots From 4 Films lets the visuals do the talking!

On this day, 112 years ago, Martin Ritt was born in New York City.  Like many of the Hollywood directors who came to prominence in the 1950s, he started his directorial career in the theater before moving over to live TV.  In 1952, his television career was derailed when he was accused of being a communist.  Blacklisted, it would be five years before Ritt could get another directing job.  When he did start to work again, he moved from television into the movies, starting with 1957’s Edge of the City.  Perhaps due to his own experiences, his films always had a social conscience and always defended the individual against corrupt corporations and governments.  In 1976, he directed one of the first films about the Hollywood blacklist, The Front.

As a director, Ritt was known for his skill with actors.  More than anyone, he played a huge role in making stars out of both Paul Newman and Sally Field.  He was also one of the few directors to understand how to harness Richard Burton’s self-destructive tendencies and, as a result, Burton gave one of his best performances in Ritt’s adaptation of The Spy Who Came In From The Cold.  

It’s time for….

4 Shots From 4 Martin Ritt Films

Edge of the City (1957, dir by Martin Ritt, DP: Joseph Brun)

Paris Blues (1961, dir by Martin Ritt, DP: Christian Matras)

Hud (1963, dir by Martin Ritt, DP: James Wong Howe)

The Spy Who Came In From The Cold (1965, dir by Martin Ritt, DP: Oswald Morris)

Monday Live Tweet Alert: Join Us For Amsterdam Kill!


As some of our regular readers undoubtedly know, I am involved in hosting a few weekly live tweets on twitter and occasionally Mastodon.  I host #FridayNightFlix every Friday, I co-host #ScarySocial on Saturday, and I am one of the five hosts of Mastodon’s #MondayActionMovie!  Every week, we get together.  We watch a movie.  We snark our way through it.

Tonight, for #MondayActionMovie, the film will be 1977’s Amsterdam Kill!

It should make for a night of fun viewing and I invite all of you to join in.  If you want to join the live tweets, just hop onto Mastodon, find the movie on YouTube and hit play at 8 pm et, and use the #MondayActionMovie hashtag!  The  watch party community is a friendly group and welcoming of newcomers so don’t be shy.   

See you soon!

Thoughts On The Culture — 3/2/26


Jeff and I spent most of the second half of February up at Lake Texoma. In the past, taking two weeks off wouldn’t have been that big a deal but two weeks in 2026 is the equivalent of two years in any other news cycle. During our vacation, there were a lot of things that I heard about that I wanted to comment on. This is a culture and entertainment blog and we’re living in a moment of enormous cultural upheaval. In the future, historians will try to figure out the enigma of the 2020s. Who knows? Maybe they’re reading this typo-filled post right now.

Below are a few thoughts.  They are my thoughts so don’t get mad at any other contributor on here if you disagree.

It’s Lent!

I gave up cursing for Lent. Not that I ever really curse to begin with….

What’s funny is that, as I soon as I gave up cursing, I suddenly found myself wanting to curse.

How irrelevant are the Oscars?

In the past, movies were definitely a part of our shared culture. Whenever there was a huge national news story, it was common to hear it compared to a recent film. Often times, movies would be cited as a way to learn about whatever was happening in the world.

But today, in a time of economic uncertainty, no one is talking about Nomadland. In a time when the press claimed to be under attack, no one is recommending Spotlight. With everything that has happened in Iran, no one has mentioned Argo. These were all films that won Best Picture and they are also all films that have left absolutely no cultural footprint.  (Don’t even get me started on Green Book….)

That’s not say the Oscars are totally irrelevant. Oppenheimer definitely left a cultural footprint, though I think that has more to do with Christopher Nolan than anything else. The days of a film being relevant solely because it won an Oscar are pretty much over with.

The Case of James Talarico

I’m not one of those people who feels that Stephen Colbert or Jimmy Kimmel should be shamed for having political guests. It seems like every time there’s another controversy about Colbert or Kimmel, a hundred people tweet that Johnny Carson was never overly partisan. That may be true but neither Colbert nor Kimmel are Johnny Carson and, for that matter, neither has really said that they aspired to be him. That Colbert’s show would be political shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone. Colbert has always been political and, even when he would joke about running for President while hosting The Colbert Report, there was a gleam in his eye that leaves little doubt that he’ll be running for something as soon as he’s done with CBS. As for Kimmel, I do feel that he was more effective when he was a blue collar, anti-establishment goofball as opposed to a partisan commentator. But again, times have changed and the old argument for late night television — that it was the only way that celebrities could advertise their projects and reach the public — has pretty much been negated by social media, YouTube, TikTok, and all the rest. Late night programming on network television is dying but I imagine that would be the case regardless of who hosted.

That said, I have always wondered how both Colbert and Kimmel have managed to avoid the equal time rule. This is the rule that states that, if a show features a candidate in an upcoming election, it also has to give equal time to the candidate’s opponent. (In 2024, when Saturday Night Live featured Kamala Harris in a skit, NBC had to give Donald Trump some time during NASCAR.) Kimmel and especially Colbert have become a part of every up-and-coming Democrat’s itinerary.  Their shows have become a place for politicians to go and pretend to have some sort of personality.

That brings us to James Talarico. Talarico is a youngish and religious state representative who is running in the Democratic nomination for the U.S. Senate in my home state of Texas. Democrats outside of Texas have fallen in love with him and are convinced that Talarico can turn Texas blue because he’s a white guy who quotes the Bible. (A friend of mine in Ireland even contacted me to tell me how much he liked Talarico.) To win the primary, he’s going to have to defeat U.S. Rep. Jasmine Crockett, who has a national following and who is a very liberal black woman. The Democratic establishment has made it clear that they feel Crockett cannot win a statewide election in Texas, specifically because she is a liberal black woman. For that reason, they’ve been promoting the heck out of James Talarico.  (This is similar to what we saw in 2020, when the DNC essentially ordered people to support MJ Hegar over Royce West.)

On February 16th, Stephen Colbert announced that CBS had forbidden him for airing an interview with James Talarico because the interview might violate the equal time rule. Colbert put the interview on YouTube and Talarico announced that it was “the interview that Donald Trump doesn’t want you to see.” A lot of people took the bait, spent fifteen minutes watching Colbert trying to make the bland Talarico interesting, and then sent money to Talarico’s campaign. Talarico got his moment in the spotlight.

Of course, later it was revealed that all CBS did was inform Colbert that he might be required to interview Jasmine Crockett if the Talarico interview aired on primetime television. The interview was pulled not because of a conspiracy to silence James Talarico but instead because Colbert didn’t want to have Crockett on the show. Crockett is currently leading Talarico in most polls. Talarico is not a particularly interesting person so there was really no point to interviewing him — and only him — beyond to boost him over Crockett.

In the end, all of this has been a reminder of how politics and entertainment, for better or worse, have collided. The DNC has made clear that it prefers Talarico over Crockett. Colbert was on hand to help out. And the equal time rule, which was first proposed by FDR, became a convenient mechanism to make Talarico seem more dangerous than he is.

You may have guessed that I’m not a huge James Talarico fan. It’s true, I’m not. I don’t trust politicians who brag about how religious they are. If you’re that religious, why are you involved in a dirty business like politics? Why are you lying about why your interview got pulled? Despite all of this, most polls still have Crockett winning the Democratic Primary on Tuesday. I’m not a huge Crockett fan but I’m hoping she pulls it off because I don’t know if I can handle 8 months of James Talarico telling me what God wants me to do.

Suddenly, I love hockey!

On February 22nd, I was one of the many people who watched the U.S. Men’s Hockey Team defeat Canada at the Winter Olympics. That, along with the earlier victory of the U.S. Women’s Hockey Team, made me at least temporarily into a hockey fan.

Why was I so happy? Some of that was because both teams were considered to be underdogs to Canada.  America — a country that rest of the world loves to whine about — stepped up and defied the so-called experts.  That’s something we’ve been doing for 250 years.  That a lot of Canadian commentators proved themselves to be very sore losers only made the victory feel all the more sweet.  The insistence that Canada had won despite losing only added luster to those gold medals.

I was also happy because I’m an American. I love this country. I may not always love our government and I may not always be happy with who wins our elections but I love America and I love my fellow Americans. We are 250 years old this year and to me, there was no better symbol of everything that I love about the American spirt than Jack Hughes, hitting the winning goal despite having lost two teeth just an hour or so earlier. This was a victory that America needed.

And you know what? I’m still proud of Jack Hughes. I’m still proud of our two hockey teams. And I’m still thrilled we won the gold. The media has been insisting that the Men’s Hockey Team is controversial because they accepted a phone call from the President, they attended that State of the Union, and none of them have been outspoken when it comes to politics. My personal feeling is that a lot of people were hoping America wouldn’t do well at the Winter Games so that they could write stories about how our poor Olympic performance was a metaphor for our supposed national decline. There are people who simply do not know how to handle the fact that the majority of Americans love their country.

Some day, a movie will be made about this hockey team. A critic will complain that the movie doesn’t address “the controversy.” No one will care.

The Case of John Davidson

Up until last week, I had never heard of John Davidson. The same is true for most Americans. However, he’s a bit of an institution in the UK. John Davidson has Tourette’s Syndrome. Along with the tics that people usually associate with the condition, he also has Coprolalia, which leads to swearing, slurs, socially inappropriate remarks, and derogatory comments, none of which Davidson can control. In 1989, when Davidson was 16, he was the subject of a BBC documentary. He’s appeared in several follow-up documentaries and his life was dramatized in a BAFTA-nominated film called I Swear. In the UK, people have watched him grow up and they know that, in the past, he has come close to suicide as a result of his condition. In America, we’ve never really had a figure like John Davidson and, as such, Tourette’s is still seen as a disorder that is often played for laughs on television and in the movies.

Because I Swear was nominated for several BAFTAS, Davidson attended the ceremony. Because Sinners was also nominated, Michael B. Jordan and Delroy Lindo were brought on as presenters. While Jordan and Lindo were on stage, Davidson yelled the word, the N-word.

Myself, I had sympathy for both sides of this particular incident. I am not an expert on Tourette’s but I do know enough to know that Davidson cannot control his tics. At the same time, I’ve never had a racial slur shouted at me so I can’t have any idea what it was like for Delroy Lindo and Michael B. Jordan to step out onstage and have that word echo through the theater.

As soon as it happened, a thousand people automatically decided that they were experts on Tourette’s. Jamie Foxx declared that Davidson “meant that.” On twitter, many claimed that Davidson could somehow control his tics or that his use of the word showed that it was what he actually wanted to say, two claims that showed a complete ignorance of the reality of Tourette’s.  There were many — far too many — who claimed that Davidson should never leave his home if he couldn’t control his impulse.  One woman even claimed that Davidson intentionally shouted his slur to try to keep the members of the Academy from voting for Sinners.  (It was remarkable how many of these experts were apparently under the impression that I Swear was also an Oscar nominee, despite the film not having been released in the U.S.)  Meanwhile, Davidson’s defenders did a good job of explaining the reality of Davidson’s condition but too often, they resorted to the popular European argument of “This proves that Americans are all stupid!,” as if a bunch of blowhards on twitter spoke for a nation of 300 million.

Once people finally started to accept that Davidson couldn’t control his tics, they decided that he was still a racist because, while he said he was “mortified,” Davidson did not due the usual public apology thing. Personally, I think Davidson said more than enough. Asking a disabled man to apologize for a disability that he cannot control shows a remarkable lack of grace. As well, our current culture sees apologizing as being a sign of weakness. Any apology that Davidson gave would be followed by demands for another apology. If anything, people’s anger should be with the BBC, who has two hours to edit out the slur but who left it in.

For about a week, people fought about this online. Now, they’re fighting about Iran. As I said, the news cycle moves very quickly. I Swear, the film about Davidson’s life, will be released in America later this year. I love forward to seeing it.

My Poor Ankle

On Saturday, I visited with my niece. She loves ballet so I decided to show her some pointe work. You should understand that it has been years since I last did pointe work. On Sunday, I could barely walk. Fortunately, I woke up feeling better this morning but still, aging is no joke!

Iran So Far Away

I know our readers probably have a lot of different feelings about what’s happening in Iran right now. As I mentioned earlier, no one is talking about Argo, despite the fact that it’s a relatively recent best picture winner about Iran. Personally, I would recommend Jafar Panahi’s It Was Just An Accident, a film that probably would have been a Best Picture nominee if the Academy actually had the guts that it often claims to have.

One Final Thought

Happy Purim!  Every year, I look forward to attending my best friend Evelyn’s Purim party.  That’s especially true this year.

And those are my thoughts on the culture.

Late Night Retro Television Review: Saved By The Bell 1.14 “The Election”


Welcome to Late Night Retro Television Reviews, a feature where we review some of our favorite and least favorite shows of the past!  On Saturdays, I will be reviewing Saved By The Bell, which ran on NBC from 1989 to 1993.  The entire show is currently streaming on Prime and Tubi!

This week, Zack and Jessie fight over a pointless, ceremonial title.

Episode 1.14 “The Election”

(Dir by Gary Shimokawa, originally aired on November 18th, 1989)

This is the episode where Jessie is running unopposed for student body president.  When Zack overhears Belding and Mr. Dewey (Patrick Thomas O’Brien) discussing how the new president will win a week-long trip to Washington, D.C., he decides to enter the race.  Because, seriously, what California kid doesn’t want to spend a week in one of the most humid cities in America?

Back when reruns of Saved By The Bell were running on every basic cable station, this episode seemed to show up a lot.  Rewatching it for this review, the first thing I noticed was that the cast all looked quite a bit younger than they did in last week’s episode.  Zack’s voice still hadn’t cracked and Mark-Paul Gosselaar was still overacting in much the same way as he did during Good Morning Miss Bliss.  I also noticed that none of the relationships between the characters felt correct.  Neither Zack nor Slater appeared to have a crush on Kelly.  When Lisa volunteers to be Jessie’s campaign manager, Jessie acts as if she barely knows Lisa.  Just as in the Dancing to the Max episode, a lot of emphasis is put on the idea of Zack and Jessie being lifelong friends.  I’ve always suspected that the showrunners originally meant for Zack and Jessie to become a couple and this episode seems to lean in that direction.  As for this episode, it feels like it was meant to be the first or second episode of the show but, for whatever reason, it didn’t air until halfway through the first season.

Episodes like this always amuse me because, seriously …. it’s just the Student Council!  The Student Council has no real power.  No one cares about the Student Council or, at least, they didn’t when I went to high school.  It’s a ceremonial position.  When Jessie talks about wanting to make real change, I was on Zack’s rather cynical side.  The Student Council President can’t change anything, Jessie!  When Kelly said that she needed time to think about her vote because the winner would “be in charge of the whole school,” I really wanted someone to explain to Kelly that no, the principal and the school board and the school superintendent are in charge of the whole school.

Despite trying to sabotage his own campaign after Belding tells him that the trip has been canceled, Zack is elected by one vote.  (Jessie gives Kelly the glare of death because Kelly earlier switched her vote from Jessie to Zack.  “I voted for Gilligan,” Kelly assures her.)  It turns out that Belding was lying about the trip being canceled but Zack now feels so guilty that he decides to resign as student council president so that Jessie can have the job.  Jessie would be student council president for the entirety of her time at Bayside but let’s never forget that she owed it all to Zack.

This episode was dumb but I have to admit that I enjoyed watching it.  I guess that’s the power of nostalgia.  As soon as I saw Jessie putting up her campaign poster, I felt like I was back in college, looking for an excuse not to study.

One final note: In later episodes, the show’s hairstylists and costuming supervisors sometimes seemed to have it out for Elizabeth Berkley.  I assume that was because it was eventually decided that Kelly would be the “pretty one.”  Jessie’s hair looks really good in this episode.  Good for her.

Retro Television Review: Baywatch 1.15 “Muddy Waters”


Welcome to Retro Television Reviews, a feature where we review some of our favorite and least favorite shows of the past!  On Saturdays, I will be reviewing Baywatch, which ran on NBC and then in syndication from 1989 to 2001.  The entire show can be viewed on Tubi.

The drudgery of season 1 continues.

Episode 1.15 “Muddy Waters”

(Dir by Paul Schneider, originally aired on February 2nd, 1990)

It’s a busy couple of days in Malibu!

Hobie has been getting into fights at school.  Is it because the kids refuse to believe his amazing stories about his lifeguard father or is it because he has a crush on his teacher, Amanda Keller (Sherilyn Wolter)?  Amanda wears glasses but takes them off whenever Mitch comes into the room so we all know what that means.  Mitch is about to get a girlfriend.

Meanwhile, a picture of Shauni appears in a cheap calendar, posing in her official Baywatch bathing suit.  The Captain (Monte Markham) wants to fire her but Craig proves that Shauni isn’t lying about the picture being used without Shauni’s knowledge.  Not only does Craig print a calendar with the captain as “Miss March” but he also tricks the Captain into signing a release form.  Shauni is vindicated.  Craig’s wife complains about how sexist the calendar was.  This storyline felt a bit hypocritical for a show run people who reportedly spent hours obsessing on how everyone looked in their swimsuits.

Finally, Cort and Eddie are training the junior lifeguard at the water park.  An angry man who always wanted to be a lifeguard keeps loosening the bolts on the water slide.  Cort, Eddie, and Garner catch him but the trouble’s not over yet!  The ex-boyfriend of one of the lifeguards is making trouble and vandalizing park property.  He’s captured after a dramatic chase up a water slide.  Even though Cort is chasing the guy up the water slide, people keep sliding down.  It felt kind of dumb, to be honest.  Why not just climb the stairs to the top so that you can be there whenever the guy gets there?  Why not position one lifeguard at the top and one at the bottom so the guy will eventually be caught no matter which way he climbs or slides?  It seems like Eddie and Cort put a lot of people in danger for no good reason.

This episode was forgettable and dumb.  That’s kind of the standard when it comes to the first season of Baywatch.  Some people stand in the darkness for good reason.

 

Scenes That I Love: Slater’s Monologue in Dazed and Confused


Today, the Shattered Lens wishes a happy birthday to actor Rory Cochrane.

In this scene, from 1993’s Dazed and Confused, Rory Cochrane plays archetypical stoner Slater and gives everyone a history lesson.  If you want to know why Cochrane’s performance is remembered while Shawn Andrews’s performance as Pickford is derided even by his fellow cast members, just watch this scene.