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One of the most interesting supporting characters, the occasionally lovable con artist Angel Martin, played by Stuart Margolin to a tee, on The Rockford Files. He always added something extra to the episodes he appeared in. Jiimmmmeeeeee. Though it originated in England, it did run on ABC for a while: The Avengers with Patrick MacNee and Diana Rigg as John Steed and Emma Peel. Great chemistry between the two stars. "Mrs. Peel, we're needed."

Oh, how about Carol Post, played by the lovely Connie Hines. Wiillbbuuurrrrrrr.

Black Francis, Frank Black, Boston Blacky, Frankly Mr. Blackly, or whatever his name may be, and the rest of the Pixies perform a high energy alterno number, including deep questions such as the species limits on heaven's gate and a little supernatural mathematics, entitled Monkey Gone to Heaven.

Little Big Man: Plastics Store Indian Next: Who is Harry Kellerman and Why Is He Saying Those Terrible Things About Me?

Yes, it's a variation on that line. To my best recollection, the line appears in parenthesis next to "I Am the Walrus" ("oh, no you're not!" said little Nicola.) I think the l in little was in lower case, so my bad. The Beatles are #1 in my book. Roll up.

There is something enjoyable about a simple unadorned opinion. Yes, the reasons for finding the Kettle movies dull might have been enumerated, but the basic idea seems pretty clear. Boring is boring. Sometimes it's that easy, yawl.

SMFYTPOS. Another **** website, time to go to plan B. The Move perform another psychedelic pop hit with another unsurprising title, +I Can Hear the Grass Grow.+

SMFYTPOS. Another **** website, time to go to plan B. The Move perform another psychedelic pop hit with another unsurprising title, +I Can Hear the Grass Grow+

Like quite a few British groups, The Move were popular in the UK, but couldn't catch a break in the US. They had a good run of hit singles in England in the late 60s and early 70s that went nowhere in America. That's life. Here is a short piece of their psychedelic pop, with the unsurprising title Flowers in the Rain. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6o5FOs2SjQ Message was edited by: sineast

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I believe the reason for Lennon's reluctance to wear his glasses, especially in public, was a matter of personal vanity. He thought he was a cool guy and cool guys don't wear glasses. It really wasn't until around 1966-67 that he appears in them in public. On The Ed Sullivan Show appearance he is without glasses (Sorry girls, he's really a four-eyes) and there are lots of stories about the mishaps Lennon got into by not wearing them. Holly, I think Cronkite had a piece about the Beatles on his news show, not that they actually performed on the show. Sullivan saw it and book them, or at least that's the story. And the rest is a magical mystery tour.

Toots was a wonderful songwriter himself, but here he covers a John Denver classic, with a little adjustment in the lyric geography and to a very pleasing result. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S78VlyZYpfc

The great Pretenders get real with Chrissie front and back in black, perform a fine live version of Oh. Oh. Ooohhhhh Back on the Chain Gang http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBBr7vCC_pE

The Trouble with Harry: High lead diet Next: The Wrong Man

Night Must Fall: So do eyelids (1937 version) Next: The Lady Vanishes

The top of the toppermost. The Beatles do Nowhere Man live at Munich in 1966. Macht schau. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRv34Cat3Vw

This is a whole lot of allegories to put on such a frail structure as this rather paint-by-numbers horror movie. The Divine Comedy and the significance of Beatrice in that work is a long way from this swirling soup of sex and supernaturalism. It's hard to see how it can bear all that weight. It has enough of a problem being just a somewhat better than average horror flick, with a few silly obsessions thrown into the mix. Since Darren plays a musician who has problems with dead/undead loves, maybe there's an Orpheus Eurydice connection in there somewhere too. I hope TCM plays this one again, and not so late in the evening, so I can see the whole thing for curiosities sake, not because the last two-thirds of the movie will be any better than the first third.

Now you know why Claire Trevor always wanted a drink.

Haven't thought about City Confidential for a while. It was a good show by itself, but Winfield's narration, sort of a sly winking 'that's the way things go,' with a touch of humor, really added quite a bit to it. Sadly, he died in 2004, ending his wonderful contribution to the program.

The King of Comedy: French still wrong Next: Pardners

The Great Gatsby: Green light special Next: The Last Tycoon

The part I saw last night reminded me of an extended Night Gallery episode or a 70's TV movie, with the addition of more sexual content, and even that looked pretty dull. Mr. Franco, back in his 1960s and 1970s prime used to pump out three or four sexy horror movies a year. Maybe he was a second Fassbinder, but I wouldn't count on that. More likely it was a result of putting a lot of average and stereotypical things out in a hurry. I don't think it's a matter of being frustrated, it's just a matter of a rather cliched and boring take on the usual horror elements, with a few worthless twists and turns thrown in here and there. The whole thing seemed over familiar and not very original, but let everyone see it and make up their own mind.

Touch of Evil: What's Weaver on? Next: That Touch of Mink

Underground? Yes, lock this thing in a concrete vault deep underground, so it never surfaces again. There's weird interesting, then there's weird dumb and boring. This was the latter. I watched bits until Dennis Price died (lucky him). What a mess, though it might be an answer to a trivia question: In which film did both Dennis Price and Klaus Kinski appear? I didn't think TCM would show a film with SSC, even at 2 a.m. and there were obvious confusions with other films with the same name. Wish they had shown the one with Laura Antonelli. It couldn't possibly have been worse than this dud. It would be been more entertaining to listen to the Velvet's Warhol cover album twice over while thumbing through a picture book about Nico. One more reason to ban fur.

Night of the Hunter: Love/Hate Relationship Next: Orphans of the Storm