Sunday, March 17, 2024

happy st. patrick's day!

another day, another celebration.  & on this holiday my name changes to richard o'lopez, of the o'lopezes from the west of ireland!  it's been pretty chill here at casa de bronson/o'lopez.  we've been enjoying the hell out of the early spring weather.  which meant anna & i getting our hands dirty by working in our garden.  got shit done!  & boy my aging body do ache!  at any rate, today we all have a touch of the blarney!  & however you spent today i hope you did it having a blast!

slainte!

Thursday, March 14, 2024

happy pi day!

yes, i can calculate pi up to two decimal places!  i also like geeky things & even tho i am not a math guy i enjoy the elegance & beauty of mathematics even if i can't do math, much like i love hearing good singers even tho i can't carry a tune myself!  so enjoy the silliness of today's date, 3/14, as it relates to pi.  

as for me i am going to have a big wedge of pumpkin pi with a lot of cool whip [don't judge!].  also, as you can see from the poem below 3/14 is also albert einstein's birthday.  the poem is by richard silberg, long-time associate editor of the berkely based literary review poetry flash from his selected poems the horses [red hen press; 2012].  


Thursday, March 07, 2024

a task

in an ordinary suburban house in san jose
i watched my mother daydream 
as she sat in the kitchen before a cup of coffee
& her lit cigarette at rest in the ashtray
then it was time for a nap
i laid down in my bed at midday 
& i made myself really still
i didn't move at all
& i could see the blue early spring california sky 
outside my window in all its perfect proportions
& i set for myself
a task to daydream myself 
to another part of the world
somewhere other than here
but i was stuck in one place
& without the privilege of travel 
i could see the few clouds shift 
in the light wind & i swear
it was at this moment 
i could feel the speed of the earth
as it took my bed in another ordinary
journey around the sun

Wednesday, March 06, 2024

trash movie trailer

in a world where nothing is what it seems there lives a monster under your bed no the monster is in your closet no the monster knocks on your door no the monster is outside looking at you thru your kitchen window no the monster is your father no the monster is telling your right hand to pick up that steak knife & get stabby with it no the monster just stole your car no the monster called in sick to your job no the monster wants another drink from the bar no the monster maxed out your credit cards no the monster likes to shave off all its fur no the monster prefers to wear your leather jacket no the monster starts to tell you a story no the monster rides off into the sunset no the monster spells out your doom no the monster calls you friend no the monster is the monster of another monster always looking for you always waiting for you

Saturday, March 02, 2024

a rainbow connection

 


Tuesday, February 27, 2024

hollywood high [1976]

i must have a hole in my head.  i watched this flick to the end credits.  & i am dumber for it.  not that you would expect a mid-1970s teen comedy to be high art.  this flick was made for a couple of bucks & features the exploits of four teen girls, & their dudes, who attend, you guessed it!, hollywood high.  so what do these kids do when they are not studying french & algebra?  frolic on the beach of course!  lots of skin exposed.  lots of crude jokes.  lots of plain dumb fun.

because, sure this movie is inept.  directed by patrick wright, who had a long career in drive-in cinema, he sure liked to let his cameras roam!  i mean roam!  when the girls go into the surf to play the camera is right there with them.  in the surf as if it too was wrestling with our comely stars.  there's no focus, no framing of the scene, no shots at all for we the viewers to get a sense of the kinetic fun of the girls in the surf or if the camera was set to leer at sexy women.  it's a mess!

& yet still, i powered thru these scenes for the actors, as clumsy as the non-script was, seemed to be having a blast.  the plot involves the girls assisting a silent-film era star, ms. june east, a mae west type character [har har!  her name!] who owns a mansion in the hollywood hills.  the girls & their boyfriends have no private space to get it on.  so they ask ms. east if the can take 'acting lessons' in exchange for them using her many rooms to romp with their boyfriends.  

that's it.  for comic relief is a cop who frequently gets lost on the streets of hollywood & so needs a map as he chases the girls as they drive around town.  there's a food fight too at an italian restaurant.  that looked really yummy  the kids often hook up en masse so there is confusion galore regarding what body part belongs to who.  everyone is randy.  at the nth degree.  

all that beach sand on bare skin!  oh my!  i kept itching for the characters onscreen!  but as the movie wore on director wright began to achieve a kind of kitchen sink surrealism that won me over.  the movie was still inept in its construction.  yet the actors seemed to be having a blast.  plus the young women were sexy in a drive-in exploitation movie 1970s california girl kind of way.  it helps too that the print i watched was grainy, scratchy, with a bit of artifacting.  precisely the kind of film conditions you want to see when you watch a flick like this one.  a pristine restoration of the print would ruin the drive-in movie experience.  

are there better movies?  you betcha!  even cheap fare like the latter pic van nuys blvd [1979] is a sterling example of an excellent drive-in movie.  but why compare films.  citizen kane [1941] this is not.  after the first reel if you keep on going you have no one else to blame but yourself.  

Thursday, February 22, 2024

another day

sliding
on the 
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r/ant

a rant on an ant
an ant on a rant

an ant on a slant
on a rant on an ant