Category Archives: Hugh Jackman



We watched Australia on the DVR Sunday afternoon, a could and wet Smallville day. I like Nicole Kidman, especially since she divorced her not-gay husband and married Keith Urban. Plus, it had the epic Hugh Jackman and his Huge Ackmans in it. The sight of him dripping wet in the shower was nirvana, and the tight shirts that showed off pecs and guns was fantastic….what was I talking about? oh, yeah, Australia. It took almost as long to watch as it would take to fly there, but it was good, and epic, and Huge.Ackman.

Today, Tuesday, it’s what i like to call effing cold in Smallville. It was roughly 15 degrees this morning, roaring up to a high of 32, then tumbling back down to 14 degrees. Add to that the fact that i have a nasty sinus headache, and, well, Smallvillians best be on their best behavior. I am a cranky bitch in the cold, but give me a modicum of pain and I become a serial killer.

I read about the Harvard Library LGBT attack, where some threw urine, or perhaps urinated themselves, on the LGBT section. Now, however, school officials are saying it was an accident, you know, like how you just have to go, so you head to the library, and the gay section, whip it out and start spraying. Well, not exactly like that; they’re saying that someone, a janitor type, was cleaning the shelves and knocked over a jar of urine, because, you know, urine belongs in a jar on a library shelf.

Carlos and i also saw Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows, part One over the weekend. i like seeing Potter movies in the theater but we go a couple of weeks in to avoid the crowds. It was good, but let’s face it, it was just a two-hour-and-forty-minute setup for the finale. I think most of the Potter movies can stand alone and you’d still get the story, but this one seemed to rely on the fact that you’d have seen the last one and would then, next summer apparently, see the last one.

Obama, after being by the Repugs in November, and his own arty since then, has vowed to take on the GOP. I’m wondering. Is this desire to “fight” the Republicans the same thing as his being a “fierce advocate” for the LGBT community, because we know how ell that turned out. I’d like to see him stand up to the Repugs, and those in his own party; quit being the nice guy. It hasn’t worked.

The Golden Globe nominations were announced today. I love the globes, a big drunken Hollywood lovefest. Here are some of the nominees, with my personal favorites in bold:

Best Supporting Actress in a series, mini-series or TV movie

Hope Davis, The Special Relationship
Jane Lynch, Glee
Kelly McDonald, Boardwalk Empire
Julia Stiles, Dexter
Sofia Vergara, Modern Family–Though Stiles and Lynch are also favorites

Best Actress in a TV series, comedy
Toni Collette, Unites States of Tara
Edie Falco, Nurse Jackie
Tina Fey, 30 Rock
Laura Linney, The Big C
Lea Michele, Glee

Best TV movie or mini-series
Carlos–I haven’t seen any of these, but for some reason, this one sounds good.
The Pacific
Pillars of the Earth
Temple Grandin
You Don’t Know Jack

Best original song – motion picture
Bound to You – Burlesque
Coming Home – Country Strong
I See the Light – Tangled
There’s a Place for Us – Chronicles of Narnia: The Dawn Treader
You Haven’t Seen the Last of Me – Burlesque

Best Actor, TV series comedy
Alec Baldwin, 30 Rock
Steve Carrell, The Office
Thomas Jane, Hung
Matthew Morrison, Glee
Jim Parsons, The Big Bang Theory

Best Actress in a TV series, drama
Julianna Margulies, The Good Wife
Elizabeth Moss, Mad Men
Piper Perabo Covert Affairs
Katey Sagal, Sons of Anarchy
Kyra Sedgwick, the Closer

Best Supporting Actor in a series, mini-series, or TV movie
Scott Caan – Hawaii 5-0
Chris Colfer, Glee
Chris Noth, The Good Wife
Eric Stonestreet, Modern Family
David Strathairn, Temple Grandin

Best TV Series, comedy
30 Rock
The Big Bang Theory
The Big C–I’d like a threeway tie with Glee and Modern Family, but, if not, The Big C is the clear winner.
Modern Family
Nurse Jackie

Best Actress in a mini-series or TV movie
Hayley Atwell, Pillars of the Earth
Claire Danes, Temple Grandin
Judi Dench, Return to Cranford
Romola Garai – Emma
Jennifer Love Hewitt, The Client LIst–this is what I LoveHewitt about the Globes. This fool in the same category as Dench and Danes. Laughable.

Best Actress in a motion picture, musical or comedy
Anette Bening – The Kids Are All Right
Anne Hathaway – Love and Other Drugs
Angelina Jolie – The Tourist
Julianne Moore – The Kids Are All Right
Emma Stone Easy A

Best Actor in a motion picture, musical or comedy
Johnny Depp – Alice in Wonderland
Johnny Depp – The Tourist
Paul Giamatt- Barney’s Version
Jake Gyllenhaal – Love and Other Drugs
Kevin Spacey – Casino Jack

Best supporting Actor in a motion picture
Christian Bale – The Fighter
Michael Douglas – Wall Street, Money Never Sleeps
Jeremy Renner, The Town
Jeffrey Rush, The King’s Speech

Best supporting Actress in a motion picture
Amy Adam, THe Fighter
Helena Bonham Carter – The King’s Speech
Mila Kunis – Black Swan
Melissa Leo – The Fighter
Jackie Weaver – Animal Kingdom

Best Actor in a TV series, drama
Steve Buscemi – Boardwalk Empire
Bryan Cranston – Breaking Bad
Michael C. Hall – Dexter
John Hamm Mad Men
Hugh Laurie – House

Best motion picture, musical or comedy
Alice in Wonderland
The Kids Are All Right
The Tourist

Best TV series, drama
Broadwalk Empire
The Good Wife
Mad Men
The Walking Dead

Best Actress in a motion picture, drama
Halle Berry, Frankie and Alice
Nicole Kidman, Rabbit Hole
Jennifer Lawrence, Winter’s Bone
Natalie Portman, Black Swan
Michelle Williams, Blue Valentine

Best Actor in a motion picture, drama
Jesse Eisenberg – Social Network
Colin Firth – The King’s Speech
James Franco – 127 Hours
Ryan Gosling – Blue Valentine
Mark Wahlberg – The Fighter

Best motion picture, drama
Black Swan
The Fighter
The King’s Speech
The Social Network



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>Happy Birthday……

>… Hugh Jackman and his Huge Ackman.


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>Quote Of The Day


“I’d be happy to go and deny it, because I’m not [gay]. But by denying it, I’m saying there is something shameful about it, and there isn’t anything shameful. The questions about sexuality I find more here in America than anywhere else, because it’s a big hang-up and defines what people think about themselves and others. It’s not a big issue in Australia.”

–Hugh Jackman


Filed under Hot Man, Hugh Jackman, Quotes, Uncategorized

>Rumblings Grumblings Rants


More Real Housewives of New York madness. Kelly Killoren Bensimon–the crazy behemoth in a micro-mini one–has lost her latest modeling job. Poor botox-Kelly, boyfriend-beating-Kelly, Bethenny-hater-Kelly, Arthritis-is-cute-Kelly is “no longer modeling for Saks Fifth Avenue. She was the face of the spring catalog but hasn’t booked any further gigs with them.”

Of course, Saks says this has nothing to do with her arrest for smacking down her boy-toy, but I say, Kelly, honey, karma is a bitch….and so are you.

Now, I say this from a secure location, because that bitch scares me!

I never saw X-Men, or X-Men 2….3…..4….however many they’ve made, but, um, I may have to see Wolverine, starring the going-to-be-nekkid-in-the-movie, Hugh Jackman and his Huge Ackman.

Just sayin’.

I am not one of those people that believes cops are the bad guys, and that you can’t trust them, but this whole Ryan Moats story chaps my hide.

Rushing his family to the hospital, 26-year-old NFL running back Ryan Moats rolled through a red light and, after they arrived at the hospital, a Dallas police officer pulled their SUV over outside the emergency room. Moats and his wife explained that her mother was dying inside the hospital. “You really want to go through this right now?” Moats pleaded. “My mother-in-law is dying. Right now!”
Officer Robert Powell, 25, was unmoved. He spent long minutes writing Moats a ticket and threatened him with arrest. “I can screw you over,” the officer said. “I’d rather not do that.”
His mother in law passed away while the officer forced Moats to remain in his car as he checked for outstanding warrants.
Now, I’m all for law and order, but even i know, if I see someone run a red light and a stop sign or two, while heading into a hospital, that maybe there is some kind of emergency. And then this gung-ho police officer refuses to listen to the Moats, to the nurses who came out and asked that Moats be let go, to a security guard who asked the same question, and even to another Dallas police officer who arrived on the scene.

All this hoopla over Michelle Obama touching the Queen irks me, because, if you look at the video, if you read the story, you’ll see that it was the Queen who placed her hand on Michelle’s back first, and then Michelle put her arm around the Queen,

She didn’t put Her Royal Highness in a chokehold people! It was a gesture of kindness.

Build a bridge and get over it.

Star Jones was on Oprah this week talking about being fat and being a liar. Remember when Star started dropping the pounds faster than you could say Burger King Double Whopper? And she said she did it through, ahem, Pilate’s and portion control…and then a few years later she admitted to gastric bypass, and NO Pilate’s or portion control?

Well, on The View the next day the gals were talking about Star, and Barbara was saying she wishes her well, and Elizabeth was saying how good Star looks, and then all eyes turned to Joy, who said:

“I think I’ll bypass making any comments!”

Loved it!

This one may get me killed.

Madonna was denied the right to adopt a little girl from Malawi. And I think it may have been a good decision. Just because someone has buckets of money doesn’t make them a good parent. Just because someone is famous doesn’t make them Mom Of The Year.
“The decision came down to residency requirement and the fact that the judge believes she was being well taken care of in the orphanage,” said Zione Ntaba, a spokeswoman for the Malawi Justice Department. “For the Malawians, the fact that the child is at an orphanage, is being taken care of and is going through the school education system, that does qualify as the best interests of a child.”
I am not a fan of Madonna. I know, bad gay man. Bad, Gay. Man. But I have watched her career and it seems to me that Madonna does nothing without publicity, and I don’t mean because she’s some superstar to some people so she is always in the news, I mean, everything she does is for publicity.

The Sex Book was publicity.
The documentary was publicity.
The English accent was….well, because she’s nuts.
The adoption of the David was for publicity.
And I think her attempts at adoption again are for publicity.
Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan.
That’s all.


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>It Really Was A Huge Ackman


I was worried.

I admit it.
I thought my boy Hugh might bomb, because everyone kept saying it was going to be new and different and all sorts of things, and we all know that Hollywood is not known new and different and all sorts of things.
I mean, how else do we explain Tom Cruise’s career?
But that opening number, with Hugh dancing! Hugh singing! Hugh joking! was fantastic. It was the best Oscar opening since the Billy Crystal days of yore. It was Mickey-and-Judy-Let’s-Put-On-A-Show-Phenomenal!

I loved him singing of, ahem, sorry Miss Winslet, “excrement’ to Kate.

I loved Anne Hathaway being dragged up onstage to play……Dick Nixon?

I loved having past winners come out and announce the nominees. Cool idea. Different idea. New idea. Who knew?

Penelope Cruz won…..meh. I don’t get her. I don’t think she’s talented. I don’t think she’s that attractive. Let’s face it, the last time I thought of her was the last time I saw her. Again……meh.

Steve Martin and Tina Fey, two of the funniest people who don’t look like they’re reading from a teleprompter, cracked me up. I seriously thought that I would love to see them in a movie, or better yet, having dinner at my house and then watching a movie.

And that sly aside about a made-up religion with an alien leader?
Tom Cruise is having a time-out even as we speak.

I thought it was funny when Jennifer Aniston appeared onstage. I looked at Carlos and said, I wonder how long until they show Brad and Angelina.

He said, Why?
I stopped to explain about Jennifer and Brad….married…divorced….Brad….Angelina….babies. I almost missed Angelina smiling in the crowd. Does anyone really think Angelina cares one whit about Jennifer Aniston? Or that Jennifer Aniston cares one whit about Angelina?
But I digress.
I had to do a whole Six Degrees Of Separation for Carlos.
Jennifer Aniston presents with Jack Black.
Jennifer Aniston was married to Brad Pitt.
Brad Pitt is whatever with Angelina Jolie.
Angelina Jolie did an animated film with Jack Black.
Jack Black is onstage with Jennifer Aniston in front of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.
Way over Carlos’ head.
I loved Dustin Lance Black’s acceptance speech for the Milk screenplay. It made me tear up, which, as a gay man, I am prone to do. But this is what he said:
“Oh my God. This was, um. This was not an easy film to make……When I was 13 years old, my beautiful mother and my father moved me from a conservative Mormon home in San Antonio, Texas to California and I heard the story of Harvey Milk. And it gave me hope. It gave me the hope to live my life, it gave me the hope to one day live my life openly as who I am and that maybe even I could fall in love and one day get married. I want to thank my mom who has always loved me for who I am, even when there was pressure not to. But most of all, if Harvey had not been taken from us 30 years ago, I think he’d want me to say to all of the gay and lesbian kids out there tonight who have been told that they are less than by their churches or by the government or by their families that you are beautiful, wonderful creatures of value and that no matter what anyone tells you, God does love you and that very soon, I promise you, you will have equal rights, federally, across this great nation of ours. Thank you, thank you, and thank you God for giving us Harvey Milk”

Side note: Black wrote the introduction to a book called MILK: A Pictorial History Of Harvey Milk that you can read HERE

And I don’t get all those techno awards where the winners, who I’m sure are fabulous at their jobs, feel the need to thank anyone and everyone, and drone on and on. Of course, it does provide a much-needed bathroom break, but really…..Get off already!
That said, the Asian guy, that won for something? I don’t know. I was coming back from the bathroom. He’d say a word in Japanese….then Thank you…another name in Japanese….the Thank you….on and on until he finally says Domo arigato Mister Roboto! Loved it!
When the award was given for Best Costumes, Carlos perked up. The Duchess won and Carlos loved the movie and the clothes; I think he wants to be a duchess or just dress like one.
Then we had Ben Stiller’s crazy, bearded Joaquin Phoenix impersonation. It was funny…at first….but like a Ben Stiller movie it dragged on too long. I spent so much time explaining the joke, the Joaquin Phoenix reference, the beard, the glasses, to Carlos that even I stopped thinking it was funny.

Now, after loving the Musical Number that opened the show, they had to go and muck it up. I mean, c’mon, Beyonce. Take a night off already. You sing! You dance! I get it. Move on.

The musical may be making a comeback, but if it looked anything like it did on the stage last night, it should be ashamed of itself.

Of course, having said I liked the idea of five past winners announcing the nominations, I was a bit taken aback by the five past Best Supporting Actor winners. It was a little like a presidential debate. I was waiting for the, Sir, I know Heath Ledger and you are no Heath Ledger moment.

But I loved Heath Ledger’s family accepting for him. His mother and sister were heartbreaking, and his is a career that was all too short.

The Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award was given to Jerry Lewis.

He didn’t speak long.
I guess that makes him a true humanitarian.

I usually skip out on the Death Parade, you know, the In Memoriam they like to do. It’s all a bit morbid listening to who gets the most applause. Even in death there are Oscar winners and losers. But having Queen Latifah sing I’ll Be Seeing you was a great idea. It’s a beautiful song, an appropriate song, and you didn’t get the Dead Man Popularity clap from years gone by.

And Latifah looked good, although Jenny Craig may want some of her money back.

I loved Kate Winslet winning. I would have loved La Streep, but La Brit Streep is just as good. And I loved her shouting out to her Dad who whistled so she could find him. It was not the usual I want to thank nonsense.

And this picture of all those previous winners crowding around to thank her. You hear so often about women not supporting women, so it was nice to see this display.

Then Sean Penn. I was so hoping he would win. Not just because he was the actor who brought Harvey Milk to the screen, and not because I am not a fan of Mickey Rourke. But because Sean Penn is a brilliant actor. He didn’t win because he played ‘gay,’ and that’s such an achievement. he won because he was brilliant in bringing Harvey back to life for a couple of hours.

I loved his speech:
“You Commie homo-loving sons of guns! I did not expect this, but I — and I want to be very clear that I do know how hard I make it to appreciate me. Often. But I — I am touched by the appreciation and I hoped for it enough that I scribbled down — so I have the names in case you were Commie homo-loving suns of guns. And so I, I wanted you to thank….The great Cleve Jones. Our wonderful writer, Lance Black….Finally, for those — two last finallys — For those who saw the signs of hatred as our cars drove in tonight, and, I think that it is a good time for those who voted for the ban against gay marriage to sit and reflect and anticipate their great shame and the shame in their grandchildren’s eyes if they continue that way of support. We’ve got to have equal rights for everyone…..Thank you all very much.”
And Best Picture went to Slumdog Millionaire. I liked learning that, until it was screened at the Toronto Film Festival, Slumdog was headed straight to DVD. And then it gets saved by Fox Searchlight and goes on to be the Best Picture of 2008.
It’s like that old children’s story: The Little Slumdog That Could.
So it’s over.
Hugh was hot.
I love a man who can sing and dance and speak with an accent.
Hmmmmmm……Carlos? Do they have a dance academy here in Smallville, cuz I was just thinking that maybe you could head on out there and sign up for ………………


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>Does The Carpet Match The Drapes?


Okay, so it’s over, and it was a pretty good show, actually, it was better than it had been in a long while. And that’s due to a certain Mr. Hugh Jackman and his Huge Ackman–I’ve told Carlos this is my last time saying, Huge Ackman–we’ll see how long that lasts!

But before I get to Huge, er , Hugh, let’s talk about a bit about the E! Red Carpet Show. First off: enough with the exclamation point E! because your show really isn’t that exciting–it should be called e red carpet actually. You spend more time going from Ryan to the Italian girl to the gay guy and back again. And don’t get me started on Debbie Matenopoulus; they say Paula Abdul drinks. Well, then Debbie draaaaaaaaaaanks. Girl was buzzed and a buzzkill!

But let’s talk fashion because I know all about it. I say this, sitting here in flannel drawers, yesterdays socks and an old T-shirt. But I know fashion.

Now, Miley-Lindsay-Britney Cyrus arrived first, on her way to rehab, or home from rehab, I don’t know, but she puts the ob in obnoxious, and I have no idea what that even means.

Watching her, fresh from being hosed down and disinfected by a troupe of circus elephant bathers, I was going to say that her dress was as overbearing as her personality. I know a lot of crazy folks who wear tin foil on their heads to drown out ‘the voices,’ but did she need an entire aluminum foil ensemble?

Then Carlos passed through the room as she was talking.
He saw the dress and said, Who’s the pinata?
I laugh because every time I see her I get the urge to hit her with a stick

Next up we have e’s resident queen–no, not Ryan Seacrest, although…..–Jay Manuel, with his white tux he had shipped in from the 50s and his bluish hair, the plucked brow, the pursed lips; Joan Crawford didn’t spend as much time in hair and make-up!
Now, I’m sorry to bash. I am an out proud homo, after all, but he’s too much of a queen. That breathy Marilyn Monroe voice makes me cringe; the ways he ‘draws’ his designs on the dresses; he is just too fond of himself. I couldn’t find a picture of him from last night because he’s Jay Manuel and, let’s face it, without Tyrannosaurus Banks, we’d all be going Who?
Now we can get to Seacrest….I laugh because Brad and Angelina–we’re on a first-name basis, you know–snubbed him at The Golden Globes. And last night on the e red carpet he must have mentioned their names four times in the first thirty seconds. And then of course, Angelina wouldn’t speak to him, because he was a dick to her once. Don’t piss of Angie, Ryan. Didn’t they teach you that in Hostess School?
He is the Twinkie of hostesses; and not twinkie in that gay sensibility, but twinkie as a cream-filled slab of vanilla cake. Bo-ring!

But here are Brad and Angelina.
I love them.
She’s hot. I get a funny feeling….down there…when I see her.
He’s hot. I usually take my men tall dark and handsome, and with an accent, but he’s f-o-i-n-e.
I’m getting hot.

And Zac Efron–who people say is gay, and I say Why not?
I don’t think he’s that cute, but then I like my men to look like men and not like they just shed a diaper, and he had a sort of deer in the headlights look in his eye. Then he admitted that his next movie, something about 17, was just like Big.
Um, Zac, hate to break it you sweetie, but I saw Big like fifty years ago, and I don’t need to see a remake. Of course, it’s been a long time since I was a thirteen-year-old-girl, so who am I to say?

Vanessa Hudgens–Zac’s alleged beard/girlfriend. What she is doing there I don’t know. But then she went and compared herself to Audrey Hepburn.
Huh? What? Huh?
More like Audrey Griswold from the Vacation movies.
I do see a future career for her in the film industry; perhaps stuffing envelopes for NetFlix?
SJP always wears the same big poofy skirt like she’s trying to hide an ass or a pair of hips the size of Idaho. Enough SJP. You have a slammin’ bod–and this is from a gay boy who has no idea what to do with a woman’s slammin hot bod.
Howsabout next time, you put on a lil sumpin sumpin sexy and tight.
You aren’t Cinderella anymore.

Mickey Rourke, I get it. You’re a rebel, but c’mon man, at least look like you took a bath before you slipped into somethin’ fugly.
You look a little Saturday Night Feverish…and not hot like a fever, but sickly like a fever.
Hey Mickey you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my….never mind.
But, hey, Mickey, This is how it’s done. This is rebel chic for the Oscars.
Sean Penn doesn’t follow the rules either but he looks good doing it.
I saw Melissa Leo–I know, who? But she’s up for Best Actress.
She showed up wearing a nice dress, I mean, copper is the new, er, pink?
But seriously Melissa, did you have to wear Jane Fonda’s old 9-to-5 hair. Even she stopped wearing it in the 80s.

Kate Winslet, or as I sometimes call her, Meryl Winslet or Kate Streep, is just about the classiest woman in the world! And I could listen to her speak all night.

Frida Pinto from Slumdog looked dee-vine, and I began to do an Indian accent which lasted about an hour until Carlos screeched at me to stop.

Jessica Biel was on the e red carpet on her cell phone. She was probably looking for her career. Or maybe she was calling Red Lobster to tell them she walked out still wearing the bib
I loves me some Annie Hathaway. Smart. Funny. Sexy. Gay friendly.
And she looked gaw-geous.
But then that mincing Marilyn-wannabe Jay Manuel took out his blue pen and began to draw little circles on her dress and shouting at us, These are called piettes, people. Piettes! I had no idea a quiz was involved.
I began saying These are piettes people in my Indian accent. Carlos was not amused.

Penelope Cruz stopped by to chat and she still has the thickest Spanish accent I’ve ever heard. She’s been in Hollywood since the 1940s and I still have to stop and listen when she speaks.
She makes Carlos sound like he’s from Jaw-juh.
Pretty dress, but I thought it was the Oscars and not My Best friend’s Wedding.

Meryl Streep is a goddess. She could wear a potato sack with a paint can hat and she’d be a goddess. In fact, I think she did wear a potato sack and a paint can hat to the Globes, and she looked regal.
J’adore La Streep. J’adore.

That drives Carlos crazy because he’s on Team Glen Close and I am definitely Team Streep, so he gets a tad annoyed by my adoration of La Streep.

Speaking of Carlos. He was passing through the room as I watched the e red carpet arrival show, and when it grew boring–Jay Manuel anyone–I switched to another channel. He walked in and I was watching HGTV. He asked if the Oscars were already over.

Silly man, It’s still Sunday!
We’ve got another twenty-four hours!


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Yeah, I know! How stereotypical that I love the Oscars! Oooooh, that’s so gay!

But I love the clothes, though I miss Cher in her headresses and Bjork The Swan, and some of those others who look like they were dressed by Sears, but there will be someone who will look the fool……I’m talkin’ to you Gwynneth Paltrow. There will be others who look stunning….Kate Winslet.

And there will be boring acceptance speeches, and funny ones, too; and maybe some to make you tear up.

Someone will win something and you’ll wonder who in the hell they are; or you’ll wonder why your favorite didn’t win.

But best of all, at least this year, is that the ceremony is being emceed by Mister Hugh Jackman………and his Huge Ackman–special thanks to Jack McFarland for the line.

I have been saying this for days to Carlos and he ready to remove my vocal chords.

Huge Ackman!

And of course, I will be doing the intros for Carlos during the show. Who is that? What is that? Why is that?

I love the Oscars because I love movies. Movies are The Great Visual Escape, like books are The Great Mental Escape. And I love all sorts of both. Funny. Dramatic. Heartbreaking. Sad. Romantic. Thrilling. Adventuresome.

These are just a few of my favorite films over the years:

Diana Ross as Billie Holiday in Lady Sings The Blues:

Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal in Brokeback Mountain:

Katherine Hepburn and Henry Fonda in On Golden Pond:

Helen Mirren in The Queen:




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