He was SOO sexy in VALLEY GIRL, back when his teeth were a little askew and he was all gangly and goofy. Still one of my teen favorites.
"Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.”
~ Muhammad Ali
The way the universe piled together that DNA and synapses and such causes in me a chemical reaction that borders on revulsion. It's utterly insane. But I KNOW it's insane, so it's ok.
"I'm so looking forward to a time when all the Reagan Democrats are dead."
Ferrel...well...if it wasn't for ANCHORMAN, I'd probably be with you, too. But ANCHORMAN made me love him. So much so that I went (and enjoyed) ELF, BLADES OF GLORY and the one about race car driver.
"I'm so looking forward to a time when all the Reagan Democrats are dead."
"He’d come across a Chihuahua he liked and stuck it in his jacket."
Funny stuff!
If anyone ever tells you that you put too much Parmesan cheese on your pasta, stop talking to them. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life.
In my time, I've worked with some pretty eccentric people. Crimes Of Passion, in which I played a whore, was directed by Ken Russell, who's a mad, self-sabotaging genius, and my co-star was the actor Anthony Perkins, of Psycho fame.
Ken was drinking a great deal at the time, and as the days went on, things got increasingly out of hand. Anthony, who had an appalling drug habit, was taking illegal substances in front of all of the crew. You could see his heart beating a mile a minute.
Everywhere he went, he carried a little bottle that I was told was benzyl nitrate. We'd rehearse a scene, then before the call to 'Roll camera', he'd take out his bottle and sniff it with each nostril.
His face would go red and he'd break into a sweat - and suddenly I'd have no idea whether he was in control of himself or not. It was scary. I was quite worried about getting hurt.
Before one scene, where my character had to go from abject misery to laughter in a matter of seconds, Anthony said to me "You won't be able to do that without some of this," and tried to hand me his drugs.
Well I didn't want to get into it, but he's a Satanist.
Every full moon he sacrifices 4 puppies to the Dark Lord and smears their blood on his paino.
This should help you understand the score for Wicked a little bit more.
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Burt Reynolds? How did this non talent become a star. Now of course he's a has been joke - a proof that the 70's were basically a laugh artistically - with some notable exceptions.
Of course, actual amyl nitrate is only available by prescription and comes in ampules that are popped open when somebody with angina needs to loosen up the old ticker area (and it just so happens to loosen up sphincters the whole body over).
The stuff they sell in little bottles to inhale has its chemical make-up changed every time whatever nitrate derivative is made illegal. For a long time it was butyl nitrate, which is probably what was most available when the Ken Russell movie was being made. Maybe that's what Kath means? There is such a thing as benzyl nitrate, but I think that's a pollutant.
But WHO KNOWS anymore? It's a nitrate and lord knows if you slap a label on it and put it in a brown bottle a whole lotta queens will sniff it. Me? I try to stick to the Greedy Pig brand.
Of course, actual amyl nitrate is only available by prescription and comes in ampules that are popped open when somebody with angina needs to loosen up the old ticker area (and it just so happens to loosen up sphincters the whole body over)
I can't believe how much I learned in just this one sentence!
I would make a terrible proofreader. I would get hung up on the wrong stuff. That's why I'd make a bad dramaturg, too.
I can't wait to read this book. I don't know if any of it's true, I don't care if any of it's true. I just imagine Kathleen Turner with a glass of chablis and a cigarette dictating this into a recorder. I don't see her doing the typing.