Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Who Cares What Comes Out Of Her Mouth?


So what if she doesn't go for gay marriage? So what if it cost her the Miss USA crown? Carrie Prejean looks like this!

And so, like with most hot chicks, does it really matter what she says as long as she looks like this? In fact, isn't it better if she just keeps her mouth closed?

Friday, November 21, 2008

The Doctor's Guide To Chicks

Follow this link to find out all you really need to know about how to deal with women. It's especially good for those of you out there who are just starting a relationship, and you need to establish a few rules.

Oh...and the good Dr. had the joy of seeing this woman in person today.

Yeah, Julianne Hough is really hot. But she's leaving "Dancing With The Stars" giving heterosexual men no reason whatsoever to watch that show. She did it to pursue other careers, like acting. If only it were "acting" in a Skinemax movie...

The Doctor offered her a week of his salary to spend a weekend with her where clothes were not welcome and she turned him down...saying that she was "too young" for him. She's only 20...and the Doc...well...he's a little older than that. He didn't take much offense though, he wasn't looking at her face when she told him that. The only bad thing about her is that she was born in Utah...so you have to wonder just how much fun she can be, especially if you can't get her drunk.



And as the Doctor gazes across the "pond" known to many as the Atlantic Ocean, he has spotted this hottie with 34E cans that he hopes makes her way over to this country soon. Her name is....well...does it matter? I guess it does...it's Gemma Atkinson...and yeah, she has some talent, eh?

So if someone who reads this can provide a Visa for her to come to this country....please do. You'll be doing everyone a big service.

Bang, bang, bang!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Just In Case You Needed Clarification...

....this is considered "gay."



And this is not gay.



Any questions?

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Soon We'll All Be Nailin' Palin!

Well you just knew it was coming, right?

Sarah Palin might be a right-wing whack job, but she's attractive (and actually she's smoking hot when you compare her to all other women who hold political office). Now she will be immortalized, win or lose, when she will be starring in her own porno!

Well, she won't be, but porn star Lisa Ann will be.

Sometime before the November election, 36-year-old MILF actress Lisa Ann will be sporting some black-rimmed glasses, putting her hair in an up-do, and will be showing off what have to be some of the biggest cans around in the soon-to-be-nominated for an AVN Award flick, "Nailin' Paylin."

In the movie, Sarah will be banging Russians who come knocking on her front door, and in a flasback sequence, Sarah will be doing one of her professors as he explains the, "Big Bang Theory." Also, for those who really love the ladies, expect a lesbian scene with Sarah, Hillary, and Condi (fortunately, not the real Hillary and Condi. Who would buy/download that?). Rumor has it porn veteran Nina Hartley will play Hillary. Imagine if that were true in real life, Bill would love that!
This might be the only time where I was interested in what a politican looked like naked before I cast my ballot.

Here's a video preview for all to enjoy (and yes, it's clean).








Tuesday, September 23, 2008

The Doctor & Red Man: Growing Apart?

I was interrupted from watching a "Baby Einstein" video with my daughter this past Saturday by a call from none other than the Red Man. We never talk on the weekends so I figured this had to be important. He asked me a question that, at the time, I didn't think much of, but in retrospect, it could change the course of our long-standing friendship.

"Would you mind if I left Sprint?"

This might seem to be a harmless question, but it isn't. The foundation of our cross-continental friendship has been free phone calls to one another on a weekly basis because we both have Sprint for our cellular phone carrier. Although I had made several threats that I was going to Verizon once my contract expired in December, it was the Red Man who was about to draw first blood.

"No, why would I care?"

The Red Man, technology-nerd that he is, went the AT&T route, selling his soul to buy an iPhone. By doing so, he has left the Doctor and his Sprint phone in the dust, pondering just how many anytime minutes he has left to keep his friendship alive.

We could have remained as cool as the Sprint pitchman on the left, but Red had to change it up, and now the Doctor is wondering if the weekly phone calls can continue. We're talking another 30-45 of my "anytime" minutes here! What used to be free phone calls now will have the sound of a meter running.

The future of our phone conversations looks bleak...no more calls dissecting the Red Sox's chances of winning the World Series. No more political debates. No more long-winded discussions of the lying, cheating Bill Belichick. Our calls will soon evolve into a simple exchange of pleasantries and the polite, "How's the weather" question. And for what? The Red Man has put his friendship on the line over a damn iPhone! Burn in hell, Steve Jobs. I'm glad Bill Gates stole your ideas.

On second thought...is it wrong to blame Apple for this apocalypse? The jury is out, check back in a couple of months when the phone calls have dried up, or the Doctor has shelled out every last nickel to his name because he went over his allotted anytime minutes.

A couple of quick notes that have recently come to the good Doctor's attention that are worth mentioning.

Facebook is awesome, much better and more addicting than MySpace. You may recall a blog I wrote about Caterina (Cathy) Mete, a "Wiggles" dancer the Doc had the hots for. Well she's on Facebook and this picture was downloaded by the Doc to show you just how smoking she is out of her red jacket and black pants. The doctor did send her a love note, inviting her to L.A. without her fellow dancers, but so far, no response. Although we are expecting something from her attorney in the mail though. Something that had the words "cease" and "desist" and "500 feet" in it. Not sure what that's all about. Regardles....

Hubba hubba as one fellow blogger might say.

Not sure if anyone watched the Emmy's or not (this past show was the lowest rated one in the show's history, so probably nobody who reads this blog tuned in) but I saw two good reasons to watch the AMC show, "Mad Men."



The charming woman on the right is Christina Hendricks (no relation to Ted as far as I know). She takes the word "buxom" to a whole 'nother level. And those guns look real folks. She's 30, and apparently still single. So the Doc is hoping for a nice get together with Miss. Mete and Miss Hendricks someday. Clothing, prophylactics, and morals will be optional.

And then he might not care about the fucking iPhone.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Suicide Watch in Boston

Well now that Tom Brady's knee went snap and the chances of the Pats winning more than 7 games is out the window, it's probably time we explored what happens when karma catches up to cheaters.

1. You lose a 1st round draft pick in a deep draft.
2. You pay a hefty fine to the league.
3. You lose the Super Bowl to a team that you were heavily favored to beat.
4. Your franchise QB blows out a knee in the first game of the year, and is out for the season.

All of this because Bill Belichick lacks integrity, and the smarts, to win on the up and up. Karma's a bitch, eh Fuhrer Bill?

And now....some video of what Pats fans all did after Brady's ACL snapped like a brittle twig.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

The Prids

On a recent trip to Portland, OR, my librarians and I were sitting in a bar when we met Maile, the keyboard player, and newest member of the Prids. We had a wonderful time hanging out with her and her friends, sharing drinks and talking Punk Rock. Maile is several years younger then my crowd, but Punk Rock unites! To quote our heroine of this particular post, "I don't care that you guys are old, you are totally cool." Believe me Maile, we'll take the compliment. We think you're pretty neat too.

Maile was totally excited about a California tour that was going to start later that week, and was trying to convince my Bay Area librarians to see their show. Unfortunately I was shocked to find out that the tour was cut short by a horrible accident, as their van blew a tire and they were all injured to various degrees. Rumor has it that they have all survived and have been released from the hospital, thank Christ. But, as is often the case, kids in bands don't have health insurance, and these kids have some serious injuries. So, I ask you to consider visiting their website theprids.com. There you will find a link to donate, to help with medical expenses. I was heartened to find that there are kids like Maile to keep punk rock alive for her generation, as well as us old farts. So, I'm donating.

And Maile, I think I can speak for my librarians when I say we all loved meeting you, we all hope you get better soon, and keep rockin out.

Love,
Z

PS - The attached video of the Prids is prior to Maile's tenure in the band, but ironicaly and surprisingly features an old college friend of mine dancing in the video. He's the guy after the blond, following the two punks slamming.

Monday, July 14, 2008

You Won't Find This On The SAT Verbal List

While bored here at work I chose to waste some company money and look up one of the International House of Pancakes' most famous meal in the urban dictionary.

Doesn't everyone do this during their spare time?

Many of you have probably dined at an IHOP (that's what the cool people call it, so we'll run with that here) and have enjoyed the "Rooty Tooty Fresh 'N Fruity" breakfast. The breakfast includes two fluffy buttermilk pancakes with a choice of strawberry, apple cinnamon, or blueberry fruit topping and crowned with creamy whipped topping. Occasionally, the "Super Rooty Tooty Fresh 'N Fruity" is available with the guest's choice of a regular, big or jumbo combo with all the favorites, including eggs, bacon, sausage and crisp hash browns.

And while this definition is perfectly acceptable, the urban dictionary has come up with a few more:

It says the "Rooty Tooty Fresh 'N Fruity" is:

1. A sex act where you ejaculate onto a woman's breasts, then hit her in the face with a waffle iron.
2. A sex act where you fuck a chick in the ass from the front, while rhythmically hitting her in the face with a waffle iron.

Wow!

And if that isn't enough for you, our beloved breakfast has morphed into an explanation of, an extra gay dude who is flamboyant, wiggles his butt, and has the trademark "girly" voice. He thrives on old disco tunes, Lifetime Television, and fantasies involving David Hasselhoff, Ethan Hawke, or Brad Pitt.

Now I don't have a picture of any of the other definitions (although some of the other contributors to this blog might on their computers), but I figure you can use your imaginations.

Eat up!

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Meet The Boys Behind IDM!

In case any of you, our loyal and dear readers, wanted to know what we all looked like....here's a photo taken at the Red Man's nuptials about a year ago. Now you can put faces to the work that you enjoy so much.

Enjoy!
Z is on the left wearing the leather jacket and long sideburns.
Red Man is wearing that zoned out look that he perfected in law school. Read the actual comparison to his alter ego here.
The good Doctor is standing in the back, trying to hold the whole thing together (in the photo and on this blog).
And finally, R-Lo is on the right, with the goofy grin.

And if you want to see us in action, check out this music video we starred in! It's hot!

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Family Guy Hall of Fame

Mcconaughey! Need I say more?

-TRM


The Most Dangerous Game

The Most Dangerous Game (1999 DVD)
Directed by Ernest B. Schoedsack and Irving Pichel
USA, 1932
In English

I hadn't seen this movie since I was a kid, but I became super interested in seeing it again after it was mentioned a couple of times in David Fincher's riveting 2007 true crime epic Zodiac. Oft considered something of a dress rehearsal for King Kong both because of the people involved and its use of that cool Kong set, The Most Dangerous Game takes a genuinely creepy idea--man hunting man for sport--from Richard Connell's prize-winning short story, throws in some creaky anthropological observations about civilization and savages, and then milks the subject for all the entertainment value it's worth. Joel McCrea is OK in his starring role as American sportsman-turned-survivalist Bob Rainsford and Fay Wray is sufficiently swoon-worthy as the damsel in distress/jungle eye candy Eve Trowbridge, but it's Leslie Banks' crazy Count Zaroff who gets all the juicy lines and close-ups in this game of island bloodsport he memorably equates with a round of "outdoor chess." To my surprise, the film provides way more of an adrenaline rush than I'd ever remembered: a lean 63 minutes of thrills and adventure that'll make you pity anybody who's ever had to suffer through a Lucas or Spielberg movie at nearly twice that length. But I digress. (http://www.criterion.com/)

A rarely-seen still in which R-Lo comforts Fay Wray and hopes his wife doesn't find out about it!

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Sick and Twisted's Best

Dear Readers,

If you've never seen these two videos of Don Hertzfeldt's classic animation shorts, you can thank me for posting them here today. I have a feeling that those of you who have seen these will be thanking me for adding them to the site as well.

Enjoy!

-TRM



You Sucked Mr. Peabody's Cock-Pitcher?

Dear Doctor,

It doesn't take a professional reading your rorschach test results to figure out what you'd like for your birthday. Too bad it isn't legal in this country, and you're too much of a xenophobe to venture outside. Amazingly, I could probably recommend a few David Lynch films to satisfy your primal needs, but you'd be too pent up to rent them. Perhaps we can have them sent in a plain brown wrapper.

For the rest of us, I suggest the diversion of watching a moose pull a rabbit out of a hat.

-TRM


Return to Gumbology

Dear Readers,

I'd like to add another chapter to the Gumby family legacy. Tonight instead of bringing you fetish-related material featuring huge fake boobs, a giant rapping, or a midget fucking (did I really have to connect the dots here?) -- I'd like to cut the tension a bit by bringing you Spamby. The cute hunk of meat that also substitutes as a slimy toy. No word on who its parents are.

-TRM

After Further Review -- No Stigmata



Dear Readers,

Carlin, in a dream, told me to come out of retirement again, and let you know that there is no fucking afterlife. The man was a modern day Jesus, and most of you wanted to censor him. So I dedicate this blog to the man who brought the oxymoron military intelligence to our attention and that he wouldn't fuck Dan Quayle's wife with a stolen dick (I'll let the hippy dippy weatherman slide). May he forever remind us of how fucked up we all are.

Sincerely,

TRM - on hour number seven of a thirteen hour HBO Carlin marathon -- I can't wait to see how it turns out!

Thursday, June 26, 2008

The Apocalypse is Coming! The Apocalypse is Coming!

I know what you're thinking....what could possibly inspire the good Doctor to write such a headline? What could be happening that would make one think that the headline is true?

No, Z's Buffalo teams have not won a championship.
No, R-Load hasn't written an interesting blog.
No, Red Man has done nothing to distance himself from his George Costanza persona.

Verne Troyer, also known as "Mini Me" in the three 'Austin Powers' movies has released a sex tape.

I have a feeling that the three guys mentioned above might be pooling their paychecks this weekend to buy a copy, and perhaps if they're nice enough, they'll burn a DVD for the Doc and ship it to L.A.

Since you might not believe that this is truly happening, here's a sampling.

Watch at your own risk!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Kobe, Tell Me How My Ass Tastes

Excuse me while I whip this out.

For those of you who don't follow sports (like R-Load, who enjoys sitting around watching silent films with his fingers tickling his ass), here is a rap that was released this week that you might find half as interesting as the Red Man's "poignant" comments on this blog.

Since a couple of the contributors to this blog live in Boston, and another lives in L.A., we're aware that the Celtics beat the Lakers to win their seventeenth NBA championship. Kobe Bryant, the league's MVP, didn't have a great series for the Lakers who were making their first trip to the finals since 2004.

Meanwhile, back in 2006 Shaquille O'Neal and the Miami Heat won the NBA title. Shaq has four rings, Kobe has three (all won while playing with Shaq on the Lakers).

Since their acrimonious departure, Shaq has won one NBA title, Kobe has zero. So Shaq felt the urge to hop up on a stage somewhere and freestyle rap about that. He claims to have done this in jest, but considering how the two guys didn't like one another all that much when they were teammates, it's hard to believe him. Put it this way, it would be like Leo and Ron Gallagher making peace and hitting the road together.

Have a listen.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Top 10 Reasons that I Have not Blogged Lately

10) I had a hangnail.
9) RLo is mean.
8) I see red when I see you.
7) Vertigo (the condition, not the movie).
6) Busy season at work.
5) Kucinich dropped out.
4) My IPod broke.
3) The dog ate my homework.
2) My favorite blogging shirt got ruined in the flood.
1) I was actually having sex with a live woman.

Reasons I'm back.

10) Cuticle scissors
9) RLo is mean.
8) It's 5 passed 2.
7) Vertigo (the movie, not the condition)
6) I hate my job.
5) Kucinich filed 38 articles of impeachment against Bush.
4) ITouch baby!
3) Coyotes in my yard.
2) Going el fresco!
1) Forced to go back online, yet again...poker anyone?

Don't piss me off.
Z

Friday, June 13, 2008

A Cottage on Dartmoor

A Cottage on Dartmoor (2007 DVD)
Directed by Anthony Asquith
UK, 1929
Silent with English intertitles

Although it's probably only a matter of time before fun nazi/jingoistic xenophobe Dr. Demented starts his usual bitching and moaning about never even having heard of this movie before (apparently the good Doktor limits his "film research" to waiting for recommendations from The View and/or pining for his idol Rex Reed), the more cinematically adventurous among you are invited to read on for a few words in praise of this early British thriller. While deemed "Hitchcockian" by more than a couple of online pogues, A Cottage on Dartmoor actually seems to have its own take on the manhunt-for-an-escaped-convict-on-the-lam genre that Sir Alfred almost singlehandedly made famous among the fish-and-chips eating peoples of the world. The story is told in flashback after barber Joe (Uno Henning) falls in love with but is then dissed by his lovely coworker Sally (Norah Baring, a cutie), leading to an unfortunate "accident" involving Sally's new fiancé (Hans Adalbert Schlettow) and a straight razor (played by itself) that's held to his throat a tad too closely. Asquith's visual style (featuring paired shots dissolving into each other and juxtapositions of barbershop chatter about sports with location shots taken at different sporting events) and sense of mischievousness (Joe's silent movie path down the slippery slope of terminal stalkerdom begins when Sally goes on a date to a "talkie" filled with Embassy Cinema-like bluehairs and a bigtime snorer like Z in attendance) keep you guessing where things will lead next, a nice surprise considering how many 21st century tales of jealousy and revenge have their outcomes given away in the course of the fucking trailer. Nice. (http://www.kino.com/)

Thursday, May 15, 2008

The Short and the Short of It



Dear Readers,

It has come to my attention that fake youngster and real life security guard, Gary Coleman, is looking to settle his marital woes on TV's Divorce Court. So, this poses an important question -- Divorce Court is still on TV? I guess the Coleman's were saving this little nugget for sweeps, which led seemingly normal columnists from Salt Lake City to brand this marriage a sham. As if they've never seen any abhorrent marital practices out there before. That's a little screwy, eh? Even more outrageous, Coleman still claims he's a virgin -- as if that's not the oldest trick in the book. Nothing beats a pity lay, right Gary?

My suggestion GC-- start hanging with Michael Jackson. You were meant for each other.

-TRM


Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Strat-O-Magic: Who's The Real Pitcher



Dear Readers,

That's right, the original Red Man is back from retirement to put DD in his proverbial place by throwing strikes with the biggest cock pitcher known to man. The sheer volume of liquid this jug holds puts all artificially enhanced bimbos to shame. You should have known better than to post like you're leaning into a pitch and instead ask for a demotion to little league because this hurler owns you.

-TRM

*Photo courtesy of the Maltese-esque high school crime drama Brick, which earned an R-Lo "super-good" rating back in 2006.



Thursday, May 8, 2008

Two Pitchers of Milk, Please!

I'm not a religious man, but Jesus Christ, Praise be Allah and Baruch Atah Adonai!

This woman's name is Sheyla Hershey, and she's a 28-year-old MILF who lives near Houston, Texas (proving that many things are indeed, bigger in Texas). She's in the Brazilian Guinness Book of World Records thanks to her pair of 34 FFF funbags that are...hard to not notice.

She has two quarts of silicone in each breast, or 1,000 cc's for you medical types out there.

“I want to look better each day, every day,” the 28-year-old model said. “Everybody’s got a dream inside, you know? And, it’s good when you can make your dream come true.”

Hershey said she would like her breasts to be even bigger, but the state of Texas limits the amount of silicone that can be put into each breast. And so it seems that eight surgeries won't be enough for her.

And so we here at the Intravenus de Milo blog say, "Go for it Sheyla! Don't let anyone get in the way of your dreams. Because if they do, just shake those cans in their face and they'll bounce right out of your path."

Happy motorboating everyone!




Monday, May 5, 2008

Happy Anniversary, Lee Elia!

This past Tuesday marked the 25th anniversary of one of the greatest, expletive-laden rants in the history of sports.

On April 29th, 1983 the Chicago Cubs lost their 14th game of the season, to go with only five wins. Their manager, Lee Elia, blew his stack to post-game reporters.



Here's another great rant by former Indianapolis Colts coach Jim Mora, who was relieved of his coaching duties not long after he uncorked this gem.



And former Arizona Cardinals head coach Dennis Green says that the Chicago Bears are who they thought they were.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

German Expressionism Collection #2

The Hands of Orlac (2008 DVD)
Directed by Robert Wiene
Austria, 1924

Until recently unknown to all but hep People's Enlightenment and Propaganda minister Doktor Demented and the other Access Hollywood enthusiasts in his immediate family, The Hands of Orlac was actually the prototype for the psycho-sexual subgenre in which an acclaimed concert pianist loses both hands in a horrific accident, gets new mitts transplanted from a recently-executed murderer's corpse, and then suffers bad thoughts and spectral visitations galore when he realizes that he can't mack on his special lady friend with non-criminal paws anymore. If not quite as "writhing with sexual innuendo and Freudian imagery" as the good folks at Kino promise, der DVD is still an eminently watchable genre film with a couple of cool characters (incl. one walking around with a visible guillotine wound across his throat!) and a spectacular night-time train wreck scene seemingly shot by torchlight (take that, modern special effects whizzes!). As an added bonus, Herr Conrad Veidt's unfortunately-coiffed, reptilian Orlac never once mentions either Orny Adams or David Cross despite line after line of sexually-ambiguous "dialogue." (http://www.kino.com/)

The trailer for 1935's Orlac-inspired Mad Love.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

This Dude Is Nails When It Comes To Money

I recall several years ago when I worked at Fox Sports when a former New York Met legend was on Jim Rome's TV show. Unlike most sports celebrities who walked in and out of the building, this guy had no entourage and when he stood outside of the building waiting for his limo to pick him up, nobody was standing with him. Armed with a pen and paper and a desire to get his autograph for The Red Man, I strolled outside and approached this man, who was crouching down out of the wind, lighting a cigarette.

"Hey Nails! How about an autograph? "

This World Series champion looked up at me, blew out some smoke and said, "Sure."

That was my only experience interacting with Leonard Kyle Dykstra, known as "Lenny" to many. But for those who know him, calling him by his nicknames of "Nails" or "The Dude" is acceptable. Check out his baseball stats here to refresh your memory of his late 80's, early 90's, steroid-enhanced numbers. As you can see, Lenny loved to chew, in fact, Pittsburgh Pirates center-fielder Andy Van Slyke often called the outfield a "toxic waste dump" when he played against Dykstra's teams.

But this blog isn't about his numbers, but more about his fighting attitude. It seems that when Lenny hung up his cleats in 1998 his investment adviser didn't do right by him, and so Nails lost a ton of dough in the stock market. And that's where this story gets interesting.

Lenny rebuilt his fortune by purchasing car washes and is now an astute investor in the stock market. You seek advice? Find it here on this website where you can ask him a question. I just sent him one about whether it's a good idea to invest in China.

Today, Dykstra is a columnist for TheStreet.com, manages his own stock portfolio, and serves as president of several of his privately held companies, including car washes; a partnership with Castrol in "Team Dykstra" Quick Lube Centers; a real estate development company; and a new venture to develop several "I Sold It on eBay" stores throughout Southern California. Dykstra has helped bring to the forefront an investment strategy called "Deep in the Money Calls". He has also appeared on Fox News Channel's "The Cost of Freedom" business show. And he is publishing a financial magazine to help ballplayers invest their money better.

But this pales in comparison with his interview on HBO's "Real Sports With Bryant Gumbel." The idea that Dykstra is so wealthy, and can clean up to look somewhat business-like in a suit is contrasted with his grungy look he had as a player, and his liberal use of foul language. You can take the man out of the locker room, but you can't take the locker room out of the man.



Monday, April 14, 2008

German Expressionism Collection #1


The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (2008 DVD)
Directed by Robert Wiene
Germany, 1919

Although I hate to interrupt our other bloggers' continuous celebration of bald comedians and hirsute Big Lebowski lookalikes, I wanted to send out a telepathic high five to anyone and everyone at Kino International for the great German Expressionism Collection four-DVD box set they just put out this month. To be honest, I've only really watched The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari so far; however, finally getting to see this silent film masterpiece Saturday after years of avoiding it for no good reason would've been worth the $59.99 price of admission all by its lonesome.

I'm not going to bother reviewing the film in depth because you can find plenty of that shite elsewhere, Jack. As many of you already know, it's a frame story about a string of killings that involves a traveling village fair, a crazed Freud-like doctor, his henchman/sleepwalking patient Cesare, and various other characters seemingly straight out of the loony bin. The anti-authoritarian action unfolds in a relatively brief and delirious 75 minutes, and I'll bet top dollar that you'll feel that you got your money's worth from both the acting (exaggerated for effect, natch) and the script (handsomely translated into a simple English that even people who date roller derby girls should be able to follow).

While silent film hottie Lil Dagover is absolutely luscious jackson in the role of the somnambulist bait, the true beauty in the film is the set itself. I don't know how much Hermann Warm, Walter Reimann, and Walter Röhrig were paid for their art direction or how much Willie Hameister earned for his cinematography, but they were all clearly tremendously underpaid. Wiene's ghostly world of odd geometric shapes, angular architecture, and beautiful shadows is truly dreamlike, and I don't mean that dimestore surrealism of modern directors who lamely try and inject "mood" into their films by putting sub-new wave crap like Oingo Boingo on their sorry-ass soundtracks. In other words, fuck Danny Elfman and the horse he rode in on and long live The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari!

( http://www.kino.com/ )

Friday, April 4, 2008

Why Garry Shandling Matters Or How To Honor Jew Comics

It's nice to see The Red Man do something with himself that didn't involve Stacy Valentine, and old sock, and a tub of Vaseline. Good going buddy! Next time you take a few weeks off from blogging, be sure you do a better job of honoring Jewish comics than throwing in two sentences about a guy who has a book that sits on your shelf, and then throw in a shitty YouTube clip. Now let's do this up right!

Jewish comic Garry Shandling is a ground-breaker, first as a writer, then as a stand-up comic, a host, and then creator of two hilarious shows. He's kind of like a Jewish Gallagher in a sense that he too helped make the cable company Showtime worth buying in the 80's.

Before Jerry Seinfeld and Orny Adams took Jewish comedy into the stratosphere, the groundwork was laid out by Shandling. He wrote an episode of "Sanford and Son" proving that he could "keep it real" with the homies and brothers who watched that wretched show. In other words, Shandling's brand of hilarity transcended color lines and religious backgrounds.

Shandling ofted filled in on "The Tonight Show" with Johnny Carson until that shegetz Jay Leno elbowed him out and eventually took over the show for good in 1992. Being the good mensch that he is, Shandling didn't get angry but simply took his comedic genius to Showtime with "It's Garry Shandling's Show" (which co-starred the underrated Michael Tucci from the famous Tucci acting family) and then he took it to Fox which aired a watered-down, cleaner version of the show. But it proved Shandling's appeal had worldwide potential.

Next stop was HBO and "The Larry Sanders Show." Garry knew a thing or two about hosting his own talk show and so it was a foregone conclusion that this would be a hit, and therefore would make it worth buying HBO. He has been nominated for several Emmys and has won his share of the coveted award as well.
Garry has accomplished all of these things, and has sported the "Jew Fro" about as well as anyone possibly could.

And so we tip our yarmulke to you, Garry Shandling, as we say mazel tov to your success and a hearty thanks for all of the laughs.


The Name Says It All

Dear R-Lo,

Are you really surprised that In the Valley of Ellah was a so-so film? The director's name says it all: Paul HAGGIS -- a Scottish dish with variable recipes, most of which have in common the following ingredients: sheep's 'pluck' (heart, liver and lungs), minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, and traditionally boiled in the animal's stomach for approximately three hours.

Oddly enough, that still doesn't properly explain that shit film Crash, but it does clarify the casting of Sandra Bullock.

-TRM

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Shark Sandwich or Why Google Matters Part I

Dear Readers,

What the fuck is going on around here? It is hard to imagine, but looks to be an absolute fact that comics and their management companies have a lot of time on their hands. For those of you unaware of what I'm talking about, the blessed Doctor received yet another seemingly real response to a posting -- this time from the original Gallagher's promotion crew. So I have to ask -- is there some Google search engine that allows comedic hacks to search for anything new about themselves online? The odds must be pretty long for both Gallagher and Orny Adams to find The Doctor's IVDM half-assed kneepad-Lewinsky-suckfest pulled straight from Wikipedia within 24 hours of posting (I shit you not), but here we are in this Freakonomics twilight zone I call "the now". I guess this means Michael Richards' people are just about finished reading the hate blogs, and are ready to pitch some new ideas to the Transylvania 6500 star (hopefully with filming locations in Watts, Compton, D.C., and Harlem -- call it the 2008 Apology Tour).

So, to properly combat The Doctor's satire taken for honesty, I'd like to mention an actual comedic genius that I would like to thank right here. Marc Maron is easily one of the best comics out there today. I recently purchased his two albums off of ITunes, and found them to be really funny. His book Jerusalem Syndrome is also a great read, and was given to me as a gift a few years ago. It still sits in my bookshelf today. So Marc, if you or your agent is reading this -- thanks for the great work. I've even posted a solid YouTube clip for those of you who have never seen his act.

Sincerely,

-TRM

Chipmunk Punked

Dear Readers,

The doctor did, in fact, unveil the dark secret that David Cross was indeed a cast member of the critically annihilated Alvin and the Chipmunks movie. I have known about this for some time, and was actually hoping Cross was using the proceeds to put out a great stand-up album. I'm still hanging in there, but admit this is a serious blow to my standing in the taste department. So Mr. Cross, I'm begging you not to become a guilty pleasure as I have been looking down on so many people for not getting Mr. Show.

In his defense, Cross is not the first person to get hoodwinked by the Chipmunk brand.

-TRM



Track Listing
  1. "Call Me" (D. Harry/G. Moroder) – 3:11
  2. "Refugee" (T. Petty/M. Campbell) – 3:07
  3. "Frustrated" (D. Fieger/B. Averre) – 2:54
  4. "You May Be Right" (W. M. Joel) – 4:03
  5. "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" (F. Mercury) – 2:47
  6. "My Sharona" (D. Fieger/B. Averre) – 4:03
  7. "How Do I Make You...?" (B. Steinberg) – 2:23
  8. "Good Girls Don't" (D. Fieger) – 3:13
  9. "Let's Go" (R. Ocasek) – 3:35


Obviously You Are Not A Golfer

Julian Schnabel on his way to meet Walter and Donnie at Lebowski Fest '08. All arrangements were booked on his Ralph's card.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Imitation is The Sincerest Form of Flattery

This blog entry can only be written by me, your humble correspondent Dr. Demented. It's a sad tale about a man just trying to earn an honest living in this country, only to be imitated by a hack who tried desperately to steal fame and fortune from our hero.

This blog couldn't be written by The Red Man because our hero's brand of comedy is too proletariat for TRM's bourgeois taste in humor. This blog couldn't have been written by Z because it's just not up his alley of subject matter. And this blog couldn't have been written by R-Lo because R-Lo has never heard of this man.
Let me allow a picture to introduce the subject of today's blog entry:

Yes, we're talking about none other than Leo Anthony Gallagher, known simply as "Gallagher."

Gallagher was a fixture on Showtime throughout the 80's producing yearly specials that put the cable network on the map in the United States.

The trademark shtick of the act was the "Sledge-O-Matic" which I'm sure we all remember fondly. It was reserved for the final act of the show and was used to destroy computer keyboards (who hasn't wanted to take a sledge to one of those?), pound cake (it sure did), toothpaste, chocolate milk and of course, watermelon. In addition to the sledge-o-matic, Gallagher's act involved a lot of prop comedy, which you could argue, paved the way for the success of another comic mentioned in this blog.

But all of this excellence nearly ground to a halt when Leo's little brother Ron toured the country as "Gallagher Too." Originally granted a blessing by big brother Leo to perform using the "Gallagher" moniker, Ron began to blur the line that existed between his act and his brother's, eventually infringing on the empire of comedy his brother worked so hard to build.

Look at the picture of Ron on the right, and then look at the picture of Leo above it. Can you tell the difference?

Eventually Leo sued Ron for trademark infringement and won the lawsuit, but the price Leo paid was extraordinarily high. Leo is allegedly estranged from his family who sided with Ron in the case. Sadly, that is the price of fame.

Leo's legacy hasn't been given its due, as evidenced by this article that appeared in The Oregonian in 2005:

"Among the criticisms were the low quality of stand-up performances by David Letterman, Robin Williams, Jim Carrey, Tom Hanks and Michael Keaton. Gallagher expressed frustration over Hanks and Keaton’s success, remarking that they were millionaires and someone with his skills and ability was reduced to renting a condo. While criticising Jay Leno and Letterman, he expressed surprise that they never invited him to appear in their shows, citing that Johnny Carson never liked him, but still booked him."

Gallagher was especially angry at VH1, which listed him in their list of "Greatest 100 Stand Up Comedians," but as #100, just below "comic" Janeane Garofalo. Gallagher insulted the list as a whole, stating that when reading it he “was trying to find anyone I ever heard of.” He went on to claim that he had invented the concept of the one-person comedy show on cable television.

And so it is in this space that we salute the comedic genius that is Leo Gallagher. We respect the niche he has carved out in the world of prop and stand-up comedy. We thank him for the laughs he has given us for decades. We admire his gumption to stand up for his art, even though it has cost him his family. Leo, we appreciate you.

And he still tours. Find out where by clicking here.

Friday, March 28, 2008

A Cross To Bear

I don't know how The Red Man is going to explain this...but it recently came across the good Doctor's desk that Red's hero has sold out and was in a lavishly budgeted, poorly conceived, horrifically acted-in movie recently.

That's right! Red Man's idol, one David Cross, was in the "Alvin and the Chipmunks" movie which also starred my name is Jason Lee. I guess the "Mr. Show" residual checks were lost in the mail and Cross needed a few bucks.

How the hell are you gonna defend this Red?

Monday, March 17, 2008

Less Crappy Than "Crash," Not as Famous as "A Few Good Men"

In the Valley of Elah (2008 DVD)
Directed by Paul Haggis
USA, 2007

In the Valley of Elah is way less crappy than Crash was, perhaps because the acting "talents" of Sandra Bullock and Brendan Fraser weren't available for this film. While leads Tommy Lee Jones and Charlize Theron struggle valiantly to rise above the pitfalls in the script, in the end their performances are mostly wasted since the second half of the movie turns into a pedestrian murder mystery as lame and superficial as one of Dr. Demented's TV posts. I'm guessing that many of you already know that "war can fuck with your head," but those who don't can step right up to have that point hammered into your heads with Spielbergian insistency from a director who honed his writing chops on such quality fare as Walker, Texas Ranger and The Facts of Life. Look it up, I shit you not. IVDM plot keywords: Male Chauvinism, Spielbergian Mallet, Stripper, Tom Cruise & Demi Moore & Jack Nicholson Movies, Two Upside Down American Flags, Not Good.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Pretty Woman, Ugly Video

In the spirit of the Red Man's blog about piss-poor music videos, I thought I'd upload Van Halen's version of the Roy Orbison classic, (Oh) Pretty Woman. It's not good.

As much as I love VH, this one was a real head scratcher. I think this video, more than cancer was the reason why Roy is now taking a dirt nap.

Check out this description of the video from "Sounds" magazine from 1982:

The music video for "(Oh) Pretty Woman was one of the first banned by MTV although VH1 has consistently aired it in recent years. In 1982, Dave explained the ban as the result of complaints that it made fun of "an almost theological figure" the Samurai warrior (Mike Anthony in the video) and also because two midgets appeared to molest a woman (actually a man in drag). The video, directed by Roth, was, he said: "rather like a surrealistic art project ... where they paint the picture and come back three days later and try to figure out what they meant." The track "Intruder" on the album, which precedes "(Oh) Pretty Woman", was written specifically in order that there would be enough music to cover the length of the film that was edited down for the "(Oh) Pretty Woman" video. In his 1982 interview with Sylvie Simmons, Dave takes credit for "Intruder", stating: "I wrote that ... When we finished the movie (i.e., the video) it was about three minutes too long. So, I said, we won't cut any of it; we'll write soundtrack music for the beginning. So we went into the studio and I played the synthesizer and I wrote it. It took about an hour to put that together."

Monday, March 10, 2008

Happy Days Are Here Again!

Good to see The Red Man dust off his sarcastic wit and post something that he considered a "pre-emptive" strike towards me, your fearless Doctor. In the words of the philosopher Lee Corso (seen during the Fall on ESPN's College Game Day), "Not so fast my friend." I don't think Red will see this blog post coming. Heck, until ten minutes ago, neither did I.

I was perusing through a couple of TV show websites this weekend, and saw a picture that quickly reminded me of TRM, and once I read a few things about this particular person, I realized that there are some striking similarities between him and Red.

And so...allow me to introduce...the closest thing to seeing The Red Man on TV....

Donny Most!

The similarities extend beyond the red mop everyone. Let me know what you think and you tell me if I'm way off base in thinking that these two are joined at the comedic hip.

Donny (or Don as he prefers these days) was a supporting character on a successful 70's TV show. Red Man is a supporting writer on a successful blog.

Most was born in the Flatbush section of New York City. Red Man was born on the mean streets of Jericho, Long Island.

Most has the TV movie "The Jolson Story" memorized and has credited that movie for sparking the acting bug that existed within him. Red Man has every line of the Dell computer catalog memorized, and has said repeatedly that it encouraged him to go into computers (well that, and he figured he'd get a discount on the latest EA Sports games).

Most graduated from the same high school that Barbra Streisand and Eli Wallach did. Red Man graduated from the same high school that Sam Wolf and "His Buddy Dave From Long Island" graduated from.

Most appeared on an episode of "Family Guy" and on "Star Trek" which are Red Man's favorite shows.

Both guys are male, Jewish, and straight.

To put this in proper perspective, if Z is the Fonz (all about the sideburns), R-Lo is Potsie , and I'm Richie, then it only makes sense that the Red Man be the wise-cracking buddy, Ralph Malph. In fact, "TRM" could now stand for, "The Ralph Malph." Something to ponder.

Here's a old commercial with Robby Benson and TRM, pimping Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Culture Warriors Come Out to Play or Why Eighties TV is a Militant Fuck-Squad Sent to Mess with Your Head


"Too Eighties!" -- H.J. Simpson

Dear Readers,

I can honestly say that I feel sad for anyone that idolizes the punishment that is known as 80's TV. While I'd like to directly respond to my friend the Doctor's assertion that Sledge Hammer and Miami Vice were quality TV shows, I have instead decided that I will do my fan base a favor and quickly cover all his upcoming posts in an effort to thwart his master plan of franchising vomitoriums tentatively named Up-Bucks (editor's note: Dictionary.com actually said I'm using this inaccurately -- but you get the picture). So, without further fanfare I give you The Red Man's predictions for the Doctor's upcoming TV posts:

1. Double Trouble - 1984 series that lasted 16 episodes about twin sisters. These cuties were straight out of a Doublemint gum commercial, and right into R-Lo's wheelhouse (oddly enough they were little too old for Z). The Doctor's take on this one -- great show that would have gotten him through puberty had it lasted just a few more episodes.

2. Jennifer Slept Here -This show briefly ran from 1983 to 1984, and was about a house that a dead woman's ghost inhabited. Supposedly inspired by the film Poltergeist, this awful sitcom actually cracked the top 20 -- you gotta love Reaganomics and Oingo Boingo. The Doctor'll sell you on how inventive the plot was, and the inspired casting of Ann Jillian.

3. Golden Girls - Best remembered for the Doctor's first love -- Rue McClanahan. Be happy I spared you from Bea Arthur.

4. Facts of Life - Technically started in 1979, most will remember this important series as an 80's show. While it launched Clooney's career towards the end (you doubt my veracity?), the Doctor best remembers it for his second love -- Nancy McKeon as Jo.

5. The Love Boat - The Doctor's favorite bedtime soap opera. "I wonder what hijinks Gopher will get into tonight!"

Well, that's about it for this post. I'm sure I've sickened you faster than free Arby's at an Orny show. Other 80's shows that didn't make the cut but might be the subject of future posts are Mama's Family, The Land of the Lost, and the TV movie Ernest Goes to Borgnine. I didn't want you to think I might have missed something.

-TRM



Why Sledge Hammer! Matters, Part I

As we continue running down the path of relevancy, we explore an 80's TV show that was gone way too quickly.

Of course we're talking about the ABC series, "Sledge Hammer!"

The show only lasted 41 episodes from 1986-1988, but it came at a time when America needed a good laugh. The last time the country could all find one thing that was so funny was in 1984, when Walter Mondale ran for President. So the timing of this show couldn't have been better.

In case you forgot (and if you did you should be ashamed of yourself), the show starred David Rasche as Inspector Sledge Hammer, a ridiculous caricature of the "cop on the edge" character.

Sledge Hammer works for the San Francisco Police Department and is a violent and insensitive cop whose best friend is a gun with a customized grip featuring the drawing of a sledge hammer. Hammer sleeps and showers with his gun and even talks to it. Hammer believes in firing first and asking questions later. His defining moment is in the pilot episode, when he blows up an entire building in order to deal with a sniper on the roof (see the clip below).



Here are some quick points that need to be made here that drive home the point that Sledge is one of the greatest comedic characters to grace the small screen:

Hammer drove a beat-up, lime green Dodge St. Regis with a bumper sticker that read: "I Love Violence."
His outfits consisted of cheap sport jackets, loud ties, and sunglasses. He made tons of hilarious anti-marriage jokes at the expense of his ex-wife. Everybody loves ex-wife jokes. His boss once saved his life by giving him an antidote after Sledge was bitten by a snake. Sledge asked his boss how he could repay the favor of saving his life and his boss said, "Don't take it." Sledge is patriotic and xenophobic, he loves war and is a registered Republican. He blames gun control, rock music, and feminism for many of the world's ills.

All shows are out on DVD, and it's worth a viewing.