In case you were watching 24 ...
The ticker shows it's one hour and 18 minutes until the start of the dreamy Golden Globes marathon, and already we're glued to the TV Guide Channel, where Joan Rivers is conducting her annual pre-game show, getting actor James Woods to pretend that he is talking to his dog.
This is our favorite part of the awards show in our house. Four teenage boys are making flying monkey noises each time the camera shows the face under those blonde tresses. "She's like, what?" asks my son, "80 years old?"
Hollywood Today contends that the whole unknown-who-convinces-a-studio-to-let-him-star-in-his-own-screenplay story was just that - a story, cooked up by spinners and served by Stallone, himself.
Accounts of the day had Stallone walking into United Artists with his hand-written script and not giving up until they agreed to let him play Rocky. Studio heads told that tale. Stallone, himself, told it while doing press for the 1976 Oscar winner.
"Can you do it?"
Technically, he kept missing his deadline, says Inquirer film critic Carrie Rickey, who prepared straight-man prompts for the fictional Kazakhstani journalist played by Sacha Baron Cohen to answer in time for last Friday's opening of his mockumentary Borat!: The Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan.
Cohen was not doing interviews. He was only answering e-mails as Borat.
A. Thomas Schomberg, the Colorado sculptor who cast the well-traveled Rocky statue now back at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, is making the big guy in mantelpiece sizes.
A 12-inch version of the knick-knack champ, cast in resin and hand-painted, can be had for $98. A 20-inch edition is bronze-plated as well, and goes for $468.
This would be a clever bit of reporting, if I hadn't stolen the idea wholecloth from Jane Magazine's guest blogger, Lindsay Robertson, who seems to have pinched it from a friend who writes Cinetrix, who owes it all to the Los Angeles Times, which might have actually committed an original act of journalism and come up with the notion itself:
What would it show, anthropologically speaking, if we used Netflix' "local favorites" feature to show which movies are rented most often in which neighborhoods.
After seconds of in-depth research, I can report that Philadelphia's favorite movie - that is its "unique," the DVD people are renting that distinguishes Philadelphia from other markets - is ...
Speaking of video mash-ups, here's an award winner. What happens when you take the trailer for Tom Cruise's Cocktail, and mix it with a stirring Bollywood musical?
It's called Caakthal.
I read about it on the The Tattered Coat. Seems this mash, by Scott Rankin of Northern Lights Post, won the "Trailer Park" contest held by the New York Chapter of the Association of Independent Creative Editors.
Split decision. 6 to 2.
Sylvester Stallone, himself, drops by the dedication at 6 p.m.Friday. Afterward, they'll play the movie. Mayor calling this "Philly Loves Rocky week." Somebody get me a cheesesteak.
Took me a little while to figure out what was so fuzzy about the South Philadelphia portrayed in 10th & Wolf, the based-on-a-true-story mob flick that has its local premier tonight.
The streets and steps looked vaguely familiar, the accents sounded ripe enough, but where was one building I could recognize? It was like some feverish bad dream.
They they showed the main character, a tough-guy Gulf War vet named Tommy, returning to South Philly on a bus - only he's riding something called PTransit.
If the story of Vince Papale, the Philly bartender who made the 1976 Eagles as a walk-on, is looking like the feel-good movie of the year for the 700 Level set, Stefan Sklaroff's tale of attending the premiere seems more like a night spent in the lock-up under the Vet.
Sklaroff returned from the Invincible premiere in Narberth Wednesday so steamed he sat down and wrote a 4,668-word screed for PhillyBlog as well his own sight, InaFunk, where he writes under the name Count Funkula.
He begins with a Bellow: "I am a Philly guy born and bred. While I didn't grow up on the mean streets, I can relate to any feel-good stories about a city where I have placed all my hopes and dreams."