I’ll go see it!

Anyone else want to see this movie?  Its probably stupid and surely silly, but Kim Jung can suck my big Un~



I like Seth Rogan.  He’s goofy.   And when he gets with James Franco he gets really goofy.   Its a funny idea, and I want to see it.  And I want to live in a country where we can make fun of our leaders.  I sure want to live in a country where we can make fun of silly people like Kim Jung Un.    Anyone else?

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Borrowed from Robert Riech

“Movements are now gathering force — countering sexual violence against women, police brutality against minorities, excessive CEO pay, corporate personhood, gerrymandering and voter suppression, too-big-to-fail Wall Street banks; for a living wage, state banks, limits on carbon emissions. Don’t despair. Get involved. Organize and mobilize. Make a ruckus.”

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When Reagan left office, he left in disgrace.  Since then a non elected (cf Roger Ailes, William Kristol, The Nation) cabal like the Drudge Report and Michael what’s his name, then there’s the Fat Fascist and on it goes, have set about getting buildings, boats and airports named after this idiot and loser and intentionally went about turning his legacy around.  That was bad.

But now they’ve distorted it so that what (I know … left wing) people like Bill Maher and myself have started calling him St Reagan (as a joke) because it seems people not only don’t know what Reagan did, but they think it was a benefit to the country.

People have talked about lowering taxes like it is a fetish, and always assume that it will raise revenues.  That’s just stupid.  Taken to its logical extreme (there’s that word again) if we had no taxes we could run the government for free!

St Reagan raised them.  We can raise them.  The top tax bracket on the richest Americans under Eisenhower was 91%.  But guess what, the rich never paid near that.

My taxes are mostly in the 25% range.  But a money fund manager on wall street can make millions, and only pay 15%.

And besides Reagan raised taxes~~~ (I know I said it twice)

And he also signed an illegal immigrant amnesty law into effect!

So what people are saying about him now, in Conservative propoganda, is mostly fantasy.  That is why I quoted Robert Reich, above.

I say we should raise taxes, to pay off the bills, which, if trends continue, the budget deficit will cease to be in a few years, even without it, because it has steadily been diminishing under President Obama.

Consider the military industrial complex.  Consider 11 carrier battle groups.  11!  No other country has 1.  Perhaps a little military belt tightening could be considered.  (SHOCK AND AWE).  Eisenhower warned against the encroaching power of this integrated system of self supporting spending.

We have to be able to have the courage to say these wise ideas again.  I’ll never get elected to anything.  I can say them!

I just wanted to say “Raise Taxes”!  They are words that people used to be able to speak, until the Republican talking machine over-shouted every other sound,  and the joke that was Reagan’s intellect, was reimagined as genius, and his voodoo economics, were just that.

Add in that he consulted astrologers to make his travel plans, and it helps the point that St Reagan was, in fact, a little nutty.

Its time to start thinking with our brains again.


“Make a ruckus”!

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Soulless pop runs and meaningless lyrics vs art.

Take me to church

Take me to church

Late to work today, because while I was looking the weather I stumbled upon a television station playing music videos.  I have no idea which station it was.  I was groggy.

But something caught my ear before I could orient the remote to move me to the weather channel.  (The old man said).   Power chords and power lyrics.  I don’t know which words I heard first, and I wasn’t sure what I had heard, so I had to go find it on the internet and I played it again.   There was definitely something here.  Then I found the lyrics and I played it again.

With all the pop drivel out there, this song stood out.  Is it a great song?  Only time will tell.  I know I found meaning in it RIGHT away.

Turns out, it has generated quite a bit of controversy.  MANY wildly different interpretations.  Always a good sign.  I think I found art this morning, and it made me late for work.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life


I know what it meant when I heard it.  It made me think of Marlena Deitrich.   I’m excited by the passionate contrary interpretations.  So I’m sure its art.  We’ll see if it endures as she did.





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These damned kids are playing with fire


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They’re ba-ack!

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The reason America is in the current mess that it is in …

Goes way back to here.


Yes, its greed and its oil and its Darth Cheney, but its also William Kristol and Robert Kagan.  Kagan hides in the shadows and Kristol is smugly out there on every Sunday TV talk show banging the gong for war.


These, and Cheney, Wolfowitz and others are the harbingers of American Imperialism. They led the dimwitted Reagan and the even more feeble minded Bush II in expansionism and war, spending your money and other people’s sons while claiming righteousness.

This was no accident.  This was a plan.  And now look at the mess they’ve left us.

This was all planned.  Planned poorly, and in a cowardly fashion, in 1997 by the Project for the New American Century.




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That’s for you Dad

I’ve probably said this before, but my Dad loved Derek Jeter.

Today was Derek Jeter’s last home game.  There’ll be three more in Boston, but that’s it for Yankee Stadium.  Dad would have fallen asleep in about the 3rd inning of this game today.  Derek got a hit in the first.  Drove in a run some where.  It was all good.  The Yanks were winning.

Strangely, he was set to be up 3rd in the ninth, but the Yankees had the lead, their closer in the game, it looked over.

Then bam! Bam!  A couple Baltimore home runs.  It doesn’t matter who hit them.   I don’t believe in psychic mumbo jumbo, but it sure seemed like it was set up perfectly.  The Yankees got a guy on, they moved him to second.  Here comes Derek.  There goes a game winning base hit to right.  Classic Jeter.  It really did seem like a script.

I’ll miss Derek.  I respected him.  His stoic cliches in answer to reporter’s questions.  Watch a tape of Derek Jeter answers, then watch the “how to talk to reporters” scene on the bus in “Bull Durham”, which, for just that realism, is, in my opinion the best baseball movie.

Derek was Dad’s favorite baseball player.  I think … ever.  Even more than Ruth, who he used to listen to on the radio as a kid.  Even Mantle, who made middle aged men cry when then met him at the airport.  Dad loved Derek.   Derek just did things right.  Maybe that was it.  Ruth, and even Mantle were bad boys.  Derek was the shit.  I loved my Dad, and so I’ll miss him once again, now that Derek Jeter doesn’t play for the Yankees after Sunday…

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Needles In The Camel’s Eye

Hollywood is nothing if not imitative.  Sometimes the new iteration of the old idea brings a new stack of wheat.  And besides.  I haven’t seen or read “The Fault In Our Stars”.  Just got the preview of the movie in the theater, and knew it was a big deal.

So, with not so much to do sitting in front of the TV on Friday night, I looked in on Red Band Society.   Teenagers, cancer, romance – oh boy I’m right there – but I thought I’d give it a chance since it was easier than being productive.

And WHAM!  “Needles In The Camel’s Eye” plays.   The camera zooms in.  The coma kid narrates.  The thing is, this song … stops … and then starts … and then stops … and then starts.   And it was from an old album I really liked and almost loved (Lyrics like Needles In The Camels Eye not withstanding).

But what a flash from the past!  What a blast from the bottom of the vinyl bin!   And the narration works into the breaks in the song.  Any modern kid cancer love story with a look back to 1974 Brian Eno is produced in such a way that I want to give it a longer chance.  I stayed!

The opening sequence, tells a few hints such as the bitch cheerleader passes out, then back to Needles in the Camel’s eye, then the kid in the ER looking for his doctor, then Needles in the Camel’s eye, then the “scary bitch” nurse, then more Needles In the Camels Eye, then the narrator, then more Needles, then the two kids smokin’ pot in the janitor’s closet, on of them bald the other seems healthy.  The narrator gives a one line character sketch of each one.  Mixed is is “live” diagloge.  The kid who looked healthy says there’s so much marijuana in this place they call it Electric Avenue as he takes the refer from the bald kid while the music in the back ground is the Who’s “Talkin’ About My Generation” and with all the pop culture references and (yes) I like voice over as well as the effort to nod to my own generation, I’m going to give this one a chance.

I watched the whole thing.  First blush of the characters were a bit cliche’.

I really liked the camera above view of the cheerleader queen bitch being thrown up into the air as well as the top down view of ALL of the other cheerleaders filming her with their phones as she’s passed out on the mats.  The geeky female cheerleader, the only one who calls 911.   Pretty happy to hear she gets to give CPR.

Maybe the characters were obvious.  The kid making the reference to Electric Avenue.  The tough, but really nice nurse being the bitch just as her coffee cup was labelled by her barista.  The almost visible halo over the good doctor.  The spunky yet classically handsome kid who has to talk the good doctor into doing his amputation.

But they opened with ENO and went right into the Who.   For a modern Fox rip off of a popular teenaged love tragedy, I think Red Band Society has enough to keep an old fart generation interested, enough good looking young actors and heart tugging storylines to pull in the desired younger demographic, and a fast paced, professional production style with a lot of “Sports Night” style one shots to hold your attention, that this one has a shot.

And Dead Poets Society – oops  – Ooops I mean The Fault In Our Stars – rip offs are worth ripping off.

I saw the name Spielberg in the liner notes somewhere.

There’s got to be something here.  Besides, they went with the most uncomfortable song from Here Come The Warm Jets as music to open the show with!

If they close the show with On Some Far Away Beach, I won’t think its Band of Brothers, but I think, that I’ll think, this was a pretty good show.


[updated 9/21/14]


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Now for a change of pace

Sometimes I publish things more than once.  This just may be one of those times.    A gift.

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No Doctor's Today, Thank You
They tell me that euphoria is the feeling of feeling wonderful, well, today I feel euphorian, 
Today I have the agility of a Greek god and the appetite of a Victorian. 
Yes, today I may even go forth without my galoshes, 
Today I am a swashbuckler, would anybody like me to buckle any swashes? 
This is my euphorian day, 
I will ring welkins and before anybody answers I will run away. 
I will tame me a caribou 
And bedeck it with marabou. 
I will pen me my memoirs. 
Ah youth, youth! What euphorian days them was! 
I wasn't much of a hand for the boudoirs, 
I was generally to be found where the food was. 
Does anybody want any flotsam? 
I've gotsam. 
Does anybody want any jetsam? 
I can getsam. 
I can play chopsticks on the Wurlitzer, 
I can speak Portuguese like a Berlitzer. 
I can don or doff my shoes without tying or untying the laces because I am wearing moccasins, 
And I practically know the difference between serums and antitoccasins. 
Kind people, don't think me purse-proud, don't set me down as vainglorious, 
I'm just a little euphorious.

Copyright © by Linell Nash Smith and Isabel Nash Eberstadt. 

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Guardians of the Galaxy

Yes, its been a long while since a movie review here.

But Guardians of the Galaxy sort of demands it.  On my favorite podcast, Total Talk Nonsense  http://www.totaltalknonsense.com/audio/pod/ttn299.1.mp3 the two hosts gave Guardians Of The Galaxy a 4 out of 4 Spiney Normans.  I have no idea what a Spiney Norman is.

I had nothing particular to do, so I thought I would give it a shot.

What a fun movie.   The action starts quickly, the exposition and obligatory shot of Stan Lee happen early on (I’m not completely ignorant).    What could an intelligent raccoon, and walking tree, a wild, guile filled would be space Indiana Jones do for the universe?

We meet evil sisters who were captured and turned mercenary and we meet the bad bad guy, who soon proves how evil he is, which is followed in short fashion by his meeting his boss.

While he prefer’s “Star Lord”, Quill, who was captured by an alien mercenary early early in the movie shows up again 20 some years later as a not so serious out for himself space ship captain, mostly working alone.   He grabs the pile of gold – whups – the magic orb and trips the alarm, I mean, handles the three guards one of whom is Korath the Persuer.   His boss wants the orb.

Gamora an assassin who works for Thanos the … blah blah there’s too many people here for me to remember their names ….  There are a lot of characters in this movie, some bad, they’re a bit cliche’.  Some good, really boring characters but clearly intended to be flat cliche’d good guys.  Perfectly, perfectly uninteresting.

Actually there are so many bad guys that there are too many too remember, but the bad guys are interesting and the neutral characters, the leads, are all able to hold the screen when they are the center of attention, which, is most of the time.

The racoon, Rocket, is the dry avuncular, mercenary under control, leader, no wait, he’s not a leader, except for Groot.  Rocket almost controls Groot, voiced brilliantly by Vin Diesel.  Bradley Cooper is right on as the voice of Rocket.

A big win for the movie is Groot, whom, in the commercials appears to not have any arms. He’s just a big viny tree, who ultimately may steal your heart.

The characters unfold as the plot does with puns of action.

In fact the comedy is what raises this movie to 4 stars.   As we move through the galaxy the heroes stories are revealed and they fight and push against each other even as they are working for themselves and or the good guys or maybe the bad guys.

In a good space western you want pace, action, heroics, charm, courage, love-ability and humor.  You get them all in this movie.   At 121 minutes (not counting the snip at the end of the credits I suppose) there are times when a movie can slow down.  Guardians of the Galaxy at its worst is fine, and at its best is perfect.  Just perfect.   A quibble here or there, like the fight scene between the two sisters which it appeared that the director/writer had cleverly avoided, could have been left out entirely, though it probably would have driven the people that know the story nuts.

Given the magnitude of the story (and the cast) there’s so much here you just have to sit back and enjoy it.  Too much to tell.  Almost too much movie, but in the end its massive, its funny, and its just damned fun!

Go see it.  Hope that the audience gets it because this movie is Raiders and Men In Black all at the same time.  If the audience doesn’t laugh, you’ll think you’re missing something.  You’re not.  They are.

Go see Guardians of the Galaxy!  5 Smiling Maxes, ok, 4, no … 5.  You get one just for Groot!

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