To Nathan Woods for the Walk the Line DVD. I’ll admit to having a soft spot for Reese Witherspoon (I’ve liked her since The Man in the Moon—and was blow away by her in both Freeway, a criminally underseen B-movie classic, and Election), and Joaquin Phoenix made me take notice in Too Die For, a cameo role in U-Turn (and of course, as a young kid—“Leaf Phoenix” back then—in Parenthood). So I’m looking forward to it.
Coincidentally, I just bought the 1970 John Frankenheimer flick, I Walk the Line, starring Gregory Peck and Tuesday Weld, which features the music of Johnny Cash. So it looks like I’m in for a man in black marathon this weekend!
Unless, of course, my mole decides it wants to watch the remake of the Manchurian Candidate or some such. Sadly, I’m powerless against this irregularly-shaped bully, who has not only taken control of the remote control—but he’s hidden all of my pants, as well.
Oversized, potentially-malignant bastard.
The mole, I mean. Not Liev Schreiber.
What are some other favorite celebrity biopics you’ve seen? I really enjoyed Bird, and I just saw & enjoyed Ray.
Turing = certain, as in I’m certain there’s more…
It’s interesting to count the religious references in “Walk the Line.” Hint–zero is pretty close. Anyone with any knowledge of Cash or his extended family will be scratching their heads at this “oversight.”
pants are so over-rated!!
yeah, I want to read your review about Walk the Line..some friends of mine hate it, some love it, either way all parties admit:
-if you’re gonna do a Johnny Cash movie, sing the goddamn songs yourself. The Man in Black would’ve wanted it that way.
No one will ever be Johnny Cash. Helluva story though…
I’ve seen the Gregory Peck movie. Kinda weird and ultimately pointless.
It has a good theme song though.
TW: What I learned from it: Don’t date teenaged hillbilly chicks.
There are considerably more religious references in Walk The Line than zero. I don’t want to spoil anything for Jeff, so I’ll mention: (1) Jack’s influence; (2) the speech Sam Phillips gives Johnny; (3) the discussion of how the Carters learned music; (4) How June’s divorce is viewed; (5) Johnny and June going to church (extended in the deleted scenes); and (6) Johnny making it clear that he sees going to Folsom as the Christian thing to do. And that’s off the top of my head at 3 a.m.
Lotsa good stuff in the commentary track on all sorts of subjects, too.
You know what I like? Fried cheese. Hot out of the fat? Mmmmmm MMM!
I suggust that you bribe the armadillo to dance for the pants-hiding mole. When the mole’s attention is diverted, pop a bag over it and send it to some worthy research hospital.
Problem solved.
Or you can just start wearing kilts.
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PS: If you don’t have a kilt (which only a wuss wouldn’t) then you could improvise one from one of your wife’s skirts; but I warn you, once you wear a kilt it is tough to go back to pants.
…he’s hidden all of my pants, as well.
Nah, I tried that one once, Jeff. Even my lawyer just laughed at me.
Pants are so 2005 anyway.
Why watch the remake of The Manchurian Candidate? The original is freakin’ magnificent. Also, Johnny Cash and Frank Sinatra might be just the team to administer that slapdown your potentially malignant mole seems to be begging for.
Not to mention that The Manchurian Candidate gives a whole new meaning to the term “malignant mole.”
OK, this has nothing to do with anything, but while we were dating my wife and I watched Parenthood with my parents.
The “road head” scenes were a bit uncomfortable for all of us for different reasons.
‘nuff said.
TW: hot. Oh yeah. Maybe….not sayin’ nothin…
’mole blog.’
I like it.
I’m looking forward to watching Walk the Line soon, but everyone knows the movie to watch when you have a mole problem is Caddyshack.
IT’S IN THE HOLE!
Even more uncomfortable is the “car head” scene from the World According to Garp.
I still have nightmares.
What Karl said.
OUCH!!
I will digress from the numerous penis-biting references to agree with Jeff about Freeway. Reese did a great job in her modern Little Red Riding Hood role. Jack Bauer played the villain, which is to say that he was typecast. Again.
I had the good fortune to pick up for $5.50 at Wal-Mart. Goes to show you that some decent movies appear in the crap bin.