The Thomas Crown Affair playing on this-TV. I don’t play chess myself. I know one move, an opener, where the second pawn from the right is moved forward two spaces. I got that from a book. Some piece of genre fiction I imagine. This is an attempt to identify that book (or story). There will be lots of links.
The big man died at 90 or 91, depending on which link you click on. The Dirty Dozen, The Night of the Grizzly, Sam Whiskey with Burt Reynolds (above), Killdozer, Snowbeast. You could have built a house on that frame. He makes Burt look puny.
Another one of those short-lived shows that fell through the cracks of my television research. Found while looking at the IMDb of Michael Pataki (175 credits), who was in everything. 1980 CBS. 6 episodes. No promos to be found but we do have the intro and close.
No egg. No cream. All business.
A New Orleans original. I brought home half of one recently when having lunch with my mother at the local notable Italian deli place. Usually round. Ham, salami, olive salad, provolone, Mortadella. Sometimes the cheeses used differ.
A kind of interesting if polarizing movie. On this-TV after Semi-Tough last night. Directed by Jim McBride. Remake of the Godard film. Richard Gere is a big Silver Surfer fan and it pops up several times. Not surprisingly this is one of Tarantino’s favorite movies. All I remembered was the color red. If you’ve seen it…
Good thriller. Simpsons got it, too.
And I’ve seen them before, but they were a welcome late-night sight for this nightowl.
And, “The More You Ignore Me, the Closer I Get”
A spaced99 curated Michael Caine filmography:
Playing on this-TV. Directed by Michael Ritchie. Burt Reynolds, Kris Kristofferson, Jill Clayburgh. From the book by Dan Jenkins. What should have been a good football movie ruined by all the EST crap. Same mistake made by the TV show The Americans. It’s not interesting. Good book though. Stick to football.
So many different people to be.
Oh there’s a signpost in heaven, in the firmament blue
You can run to the wastelands, but it points straight at you
I’ve got a bank vault in heaven, what joy will it bring
All you Punches and Judys, I’ll be pulling your strings
My Maggie, she’s a bright thing. She talks in couplets, she steers by lightning.
I am not without scars on my brain and my body, but I can live with them. I still feel a shudder in my spine every time I see a picture of a Vincent Black Shadow, or when I walk into a public restroom and hear crippled men whispering about the terrifying Kawasaki Triple... I have visions of compound …
Listening to it on that video site that isn’t Youtube. It’s been off the rails since fifteen seconds in. The Gottfried podcast about forgotten detective shows was the reason I got more involved in the subject.