Is where I got the moniker #1 son for the Aggie. Charlie used to call his three (?) sons by number. It’s a joke, considering I have but the one son. I watched the Charlie Chan detective movies from the 1920s in black-n-white on TV in the 1950s. Nowadays they’re considered racist (because the actor who played Charlie wasn’t Chinese) but the creators had aimed for an anti-racist theme, with a Chinese hero instead of the Yellow Peril Chinese villain common in the 20s.
Watched it on Amazon Prime. Uh, well, it was weird. I thought at first this was your typical New York Jew journalist comes to West Texas to make fun of the denizens. Super flat terrain. Pump jacks pumping. Whataburger. Texas Tech. But, then, it gradually morphed into the West Texans making fun of the New Yorker. And pretty soon they were all making fun of each other. I loved the exploding Prius. Best laugh I got. “It’s all regrets. Make it count.”
On Grey’s Anatomy, a still-running doctor/medical show that began in 2005. Probably the best thing on Netflix, keeping it from bankruptcy. Coolest part is that black actors are the authority figures, managing four whites and an Asian. Although of the five original interns, only two are left. Which is a pity because I am/was hooked on them all, quite invested in their roles. Best episode so far: Meredith’s first near-death experience. She had a second one as well.
The latest attempt on Apple TV to make a movie of the famous science fiction novels is an helluva effort. Part One of several, apparently. The CGI, alone, is worth watching, especially the ornithopters. But the actors are good, too. Try it. You won’t be disappointed.
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Goofing off this morning, instead of obsessing about my eye, I started searching for OCS classmate Tucker Smallwood’s various movies & TV shows, by typing “Tucker Smallwood” in the search box (raised by clicking on the magnifying glass at the bottom of the screen) on Apple TV and Prime Video.
Quite a few, actually, going back to possibly the most famous movie, for its box office success,1997’s “Contact.” Only found one on Netflix, 2017’s “Girlfriend’s Day,” an oddly-named thriller that isn’t very thrilling, but still pretty good. But Netflix is failing anyway.
My old classmate is a journeyman actor who has made a living at it for more than fifty years: in small parts often playing authority figures, which figures, his being a Follow Me type of guy. After all, in the cast credits for most of the flicks, he’s the only one with a Combat Infantryman’s Badge.
UPDATE: He hated my assessment. No attempted good deed ever goes unpunished.
A killer flicker, despite being almost eight years old, which probably helped make Uvalde boy Matthew David McConaughey the star he became. It seems to be a science fiction tale (with really good graphics) but actually is fully about the oldest and best of human emotions: love.
Very glad I took time to read the reviews before buying into HBO so I could watch the new TV movie about Station Eleven. About, I say, because the reviews make it plain that the novel has been adapted. Not adhered to. Can’t say I care to find out just how adapted. I was hoping for a retelling in visuals. No such luck.