140/2149. Cop Land (1997)
Sylvester Stallone is very good in this modern crime drama where the cops are the robbers. Of course it helps that the rest of the cast includes DeNiro, Keitel, Liotta, and about a half dozen other fantastic talents.

Drink Coke! (Copland)
Commit crime and drink Coke!

142/2151. Foxy Brown (1974)
Pam Grier is on a mission to avenge the death of her government agent boyfriend, who was killed by a narcotics gang... after being tipped off by her own brother. There's some unintentional silliness in here, but the entire film is worth the climax.

Drink Coke! (Foxy Brown)
Sell out your sister's boyfriend and drink Coke!

143/2152. Alligator (1980)
Foxy Brown's Pam Grier plays the title character In Quentin Tarantino's Jackie Brown, where her love interest is played by Robert Forster. I mention that because by coincidence, Forster is the lead actor in this mediocre killer monster movie. And no one even drinks Coke in it! (The closest it gets is the one kid nearly eaten while wearing an "I'm a Pepper" t-shirt.)

144/2153. Matinee (1993)
I really enjoyed this heartfelt love letter to the creature features of the late 50s and 60s set during the Cuban Missile Crisis. I mean, I love movies about the movie business, I love atomic monster sci-fi films, and I love coming-of-age stories, so it's sort of tailor made for my specific interests. But I think everyone will appreciate John Goodman's conman with a heart of gold.

Drink Coke! (Matinee)
Watch movies and drink Coke!

More to come.

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Mother spent all day sitting on the sofa watching college bowl games with her current beau. As soon as he left, she went to her bedroom to change her clothes. When she emerged in her pajamas, she looked at me with a very straight face and said, "I think the hard part in seeing someone is putting on clothes."

As the great sage once said, your mother should know.

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If you know why, you know why.

Don't worry. He'll be up and around in no time.

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Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Henry and Louis.

Henry and Louis who?

This is no joke! Just let us in, already.

If you adopt a puppy, the fun never stops. Neither, apparently, does the rain.

Louis bolted out the door while I was letting Henry into the yard solo to take care of his business, and when the pair of poodles eventually decided they were tired of rolling in every mud puddle they could find, this is what they looked like when they finally asked to come back in.

I don't think I've ever mentioned it here on the blog, but once upon a time, while I was running an errand in downtown Newnan with July and Victoria in the Jeep, a car pulled into the parking space beside me and the woman inside said she just wanted to say hello to the girls. "I breed poodles," she explained. "I used to breed whites, but now I only breed dark-colored dogs. I'll never have a white poodle again; it's just too much trouble to keep them white."

That's proving especially true for Henry. His favorite color is Georgia Red Clay.

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The Connecticut Compromise. Look it up.

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135/2144. Nothing Compares (2022)
This autobiographical documentary makes it pretty clear that society really mistreated Sinead O'Connor, didn't we? I admit that I got sick and tired of The Song when it was everywhere in 1990, but I remember watching Sinead tear up that photo on Saturday Night Live and not thinking much of it at the time. Catholics and idolatry, amiright?

136/2145. Reform School (1939)
This long lost mostly-Black film about crime and punishment aired for the first time on TCM, and I have to say, it's actually pretty darn entertaining. Troubled inner-city kids struggling to survive a corrupt for-profit justice system is apparently very old news.

137/2146. Get to Know Your Rabbit (1972)
I know I say this about every Brian De Palma-directed film, but while the idea at the center of this story could have made a great film in different hands, almost every scene and camera shot in this thing could have been done better. Reports are that star Tommy Smothers reportedly walked off the set of this "comedy" — which might have had something to do with how badly miscast he was for the protagonist role to begin with — and studio brass couldn't stop interfering with the product. Still, Orson Welles murders his too-small part and makes me wish someone with stronger comedy chops had been at the helm.

138/2147. Black Hand (1950)
Another weird casting choice as Gene Kelly plays an Italian immigrant willing to sacrifice himself (but not children) to take down the mafia. Kelly's actually surprisingly effective in the role despite not dancing a single step.

139/2148. Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine (1965)
Come for the fembots, stay for the Vincent Price, who is far funnier and more charismatic as the villainous, scene-chewing Dr. Goldfoot than Frankie Avalon and Dwayne Hickman are as the hammy protagonists.

More to come.

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Why are there no election season holiday albums?

Again.

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If you are adopting a new puppy into your household, I strongly recommend that you do it sometime when it's not going to rain for an entire week.

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Today, the UGA Bulldogs won their first SEC Championship game since 2017 in dominating fashion. Hooray!

But the real news of the day is that I have a new dog.

Like Henry before him, this good boy is a rescue puppy whose first family couldn't care for him. His original name was Ricky, though his temporary foster parents discovered he didn't seem to know it. They renamed him Coco Puff, but he never really cottoned to that name, either. Mom decided we might as well call him something that sounded good alongside "Henry."

(Side note: I might have ambushed Mom with the idea of a new dog just yesterday, so she justifiably needed some appeasing before she would allow another standard poodle in her house run by Audrey the Hungry Havanese — whose birthday is tomorrow! If that means Mom gets to name my new dog, so be it.)

Therefore, allow me to introduce Louis, pronounced like a French king, unless you're my dad, who insists on saying it "the American way."

Henry doing his best impersonation of the shark from Jaws

Of course, I'm particularly sensitive to whether Henry might get his feelings hurt by having a new dog in the house, so I woke up early (for me) to take Henry to the PetSmart in Peachtree City for an interview with his prospective new playmate. As it happens, the Peachtree City PetSmart is right beside a cemetery, and when Henry and Louis (nee Coco) politely paused their inaugural rollicking to let a group of funeral-bound mourners pet them, I was pretty sure we were going to be all right.

I'm quite pleased that Louis is a brown poodle, a first for my family. White poodles can be pretty, but you really have to keep them on their pedestal, especially on rainy days when playing with new puppies in the mud.

He's a white poodle in a chocolate overcoat!

Immediately after this picture was taken, I introduced Louis to my bathtub. It was an eventful day, indeed.

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I'll talk to you later.

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To be continued...

 

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