<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Dead 2 Rights</title><description>The personal blog of Joe Blevins, darkener of doorsteps. Home of Ed Wood Wednesdays plus lots of pop culture reviews and comics, too.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</managingEditor><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2026 17:51:18 -0500</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">2091</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>The personal blog of Joe Blevins, darkener of doorsteps. Home of Ed Wood Wednesdays plus lots of pop culture reviews and comics, too.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>I've just seen what I've been told is 'Everything'</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/10/ive-just-seen-what-ive-been-told-is.html</link><category>Amanda Seyfried</category><category>Elzabeth Holmes</category><category>film</category><category>movies</category><category>Nathan Fielder</category><category>reviews</category><category>Theranos</category><category>You Can See Everything</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2026 22:35:31 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-1514461213539818338</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1HYStnYoiuPGzAiucU0QqRZQJQdAszJuP1uYwhJQG_YbJsAQFXw3Myi4yqGQ6KHpe_c8ewv14c719wh_Wj7Yv8H04lEMm8j01MLb8UdHD4Yg9x07yjeNl4GOWxSaL_eHqx_6umqkh37ZGuzyVPT8drcJaXvUu543ijla2rKZdup5JQnjXhn3xbfDR-A/s1600/image.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="365" data-original-width="648" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1HYStnYoiuPGzAiucU0QqRZQJQdAszJuP1uYwhJQG_YbJsAQFXw3Myi4yqGQ6KHpe_c8ewv14c719wh_Wj7Yv8H04lEMm8j01MLb8UdHD4Yg9x07yjeNl4GOWxSaL_eHqx_6umqkh37ZGuzyVPT8drcJaXvUu543ijla2rKZdup5JQnjXhn3xbfDR-A/w885-h498/image.png" width="885"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan Fielder (left) questions Elizabeth Holmes in &lt;i&gt;You Can See Everything&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;hat the hell did I just watch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hsu3T_dtFSGyqHyk3karIVK2sWTpcsycQawwXDs7MHZiw_m4cr-cPdz2458iJCA3WwNmAvvuoKwwcfL4ktjbHjw9KXLSWGPaw0kEEyLhKX-I3PyH-wRMSNdlr8QjW0yza8bz5bCbwteVJE2Ttkvt_hyphenhyphenCw_EUqzM1nAjGFkfetj_5R45iydhItCk3hQI/s1600/image.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="455" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hsu3T_dtFSGyqHyk3karIVK2sWTpcsycQawwXDs7MHZiw_m4cr-cPdz2458iJCA3WwNmAvvuoKwwcfL4ktjbHjw9KXLSWGPaw0kEEyLhKX-I3PyH-wRMSNdlr8QjW0yza8bz5bCbwteVJE2Ttkvt_hyphenhyphenCw_EUqzM1nAjGFkfetj_5R45iydhItCk3hQI/w169-h250/image.png" width="169"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;But can you, really?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;If it&amp;#39;s possible to emerge from a three-hour movie knowing less about its subject than you did going in, then that&amp;#39;s the experience I had watching Nathan Fielder&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;You Can See Everything&lt;/i&gt;, his supposedly all-access look at now-imprisoned Theranos founder Elizabeth Holmes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After emerging from this surprisingly dreamlike and artsy film, I&amp;#39;m not sure if Holmes is a master manipulator or someone who genuinely cannot distinguish lies from the truth. I&amp;#39;m not sure how sincere Nathan Fielder, known for his deadpan demeanor and high-concept stunts/pranks (like &lt;a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dumb_Starbucks" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;Dumb Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), intends this film to be. I&amp;#39;m not even 100% sure how to pronounce the name of actress Amanda Seyfried, who famously portrayed Holmes in Hulu&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;The Dropout &lt;/i&gt;and who reprises the role here. And, yes, that last one comes up as an issue in the film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is this movie a documentary about Holmes, revealing the flesh-and-blood woman behind the scandalous headlines? Sort of, though the lady herself disappears (to a Texas prison) about halfway through and is &amp;quot;present&amp;quot; only through brief phone calls and a hologram after that. Is it a meta-narrative about Fielder trying to make a movie about Holmes? Sort of, though Fielder doesn&amp;#39;t really let us in on his editing process (which must have been an ordeal in and of itself). Is it a sequel to &lt;i&gt;The Dropout&lt;/i&gt;? Again, sort of, though Seyfried is the only returning cast member from that series. Is it a three-hour meditation on the slippery, elusive nature of truth itself? That may be the most accurate label I can give it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/10/ive-just-seen-what-ive-been-told-is.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1HYStnYoiuPGzAiucU0QqRZQJQdAszJuP1uYwhJQG_YbJsAQFXw3Myi4yqGQ6KHpe_c8ewv14c719wh_Wj7Yv8H04lEMm8j01MLb8UdHD4Yg9x07yjeNl4GOWxSaL_eHqx_6umqkh37ZGuzyVPT8drcJaXvUu543ijla2rKZdup5JQnjXhn3xbfDR-A/s72-w885-h498-c/image.png" width="72"/></item><item><title>Ed Wood Wednesdays, week 295: The Crooked Path of Timothy Farrell (1922-1989) [PART 2]</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/10/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-295-crooked.html</link><category>Ed Wood</category><category>Ed Wood Wednesdays</category><category>Edward D. Wood Jr.</category><category>Glen or Glenda</category><category>Jail Bait</category><category>Timothy Farrell</category><category>Timothy Sperl</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2026 05:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-2017493030191486868</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH62DKRrR2JGqsXRkDohFDyXURAzImF8sLHI1pj-CwZiNH0KLKrYSyVVvn1JacLaI4DhzSRFON4dYE3D-xVW-qM4tSz7gy0K4-cidIjuqu9d_CRARq0_bFNJ7kJxbcmXuVN71DEjiLtAYIpqC_Na_LSeFgIOL2R8vi1a0-N5ufm2Ay3zshNAcQVwfO5SA/s1600/image.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="835" height="590" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH62DKRrR2JGqsXRkDohFDyXURAzImF8sLHI1pj-CwZiNH0KLKrYSyVVvn1JacLaI4DhzSRFON4dYE3D-xVW-qM4tSz7gy0K4-cidIjuqu9d_CRARq0_bFNJ7kJxbcmXuVN71DEjiLtAYIpqC_Na_LSeFgIOL2R8vi1a0-N5ufm2Ay3zshNAcQVwfO5SA/w875-h590/image.png" width="875"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things were looking shady for Timothy Farrell in the mid-1970s.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUvuRzpu58aJH1Pmr7ju_HlWvj1iqVyxdbvOLmhpgwP12F-cOsxJ25RnU5VTHZwfj5yZNaXyZefi3tWHq4PRnYWiIR0fcJ_USjrom9yuD5DgOuvYl3nN9FgHw9oVF0SI5BACphp1KEyAsKUfpQ9ZLf-CCIl5HhKaHgMKk1RFhAfEE7tlV7QGy3Z4jppo/s1600/image.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="476" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUvuRzpu58aJH1Pmr7ju_HlWvj1iqVyxdbvOLmhpgwP12F-cOsxJ25RnU5VTHZwfj5yZNaXyZefi3tWHq4PRnYWiIR0fcJ_USjrom9yuD5DgOuvYl3nN9FgHw9oVF0SI5BACphp1KEyAsKUfpQ9ZLf-CCIl5HhKaHgMKk1RFhAfEE7tlV7QGy3Z4jppo/w127-h172/image.png" width="127"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NOTE&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;It had been my sincere hope to bring this series about actor Timothy Farrell to an end with today&amp;#39;s article. However, as I began assembling this second installment, I realized I had far too many articles to sort through. I simply hadn&amp;#39;t counted on Farrell&amp;#39;s 1974 court case generating as much publicity as it did. This article started growing exponentially larger and did not seem like it was close to reaching a conclusion. In other words, I goofed. Rather than releasing nothing this week, I decided to publish what I had. Please bear with me. One way or another, I will bring this thing to a conclusion... eventually. Just not now. J.B.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; week ago today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we were discussing the up-and-down life of Timothy Farrell, a wavy-haired Los Angeles theater, film, and television actor who was part of Ed Wood&amp;#39;s repertory company in the 1950s, appearing in &lt;i&gt;Glen or Glenda &lt;/i&gt;(1953), &lt;i&gt;The Violent Years &lt;/i&gt;(1956), and &lt;i&gt;Jail Bait &lt;/i&gt;(1954). Under his real name, Timothy Sperl, he had an almost entirely separate career as a Los Angeles county marshal that started in 1947 and ended in 1974 amid allegations of corruption, embezzlement, and conspiracy. He then retreated from the public eye and died in obscurity but was one of the interview subjects in Rudolph Grey&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;Nightmare of Ecstasy: The Life and Art of Edward D. Wood, Jr. &lt;/i&gt;(1992).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More than a half-century later, questions still remain about Timothy Sperl&amp;#39;s very public downfall. Was he really taking advantage of his job for financial and political gain or was he unfairly targeted by his enemies because he tried to increase minority representation in the marshal ranks and improve living conditions in the Los Angeles jails? Since the actor/lawman is dead and can no longer speak for himself, we are forced to rely on what various California newspapers reported about him decades ago. In that spirit, let us jump back to Friday, January 25, 1974, the day &lt;i&gt;after &lt;/i&gt;Sperl was hit with a nine-count criminal indictment. He had already retained legal counsel, attorney Paul Caruso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/10/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-295-crooked.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH62DKRrR2JGqsXRkDohFDyXURAzImF8sLHI1pj-CwZiNH0KLKrYSyVVvn1JacLaI4DhzSRFON4dYE3D-xVW-qM4tSz7gy0K4-cidIjuqu9d_CRARq0_bFNJ7kJxbcmXuVN71DEjiLtAYIpqC_Na_LSeFgIOL2R8vi1a0-N5ufm2Ay3zshNAcQVwfO5SA/s72-w875-h590-c/image.png" width="72"/></item><item><title>Podcast Tuesday: "Turd Ferguson: Assignment Tampa Bay"</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/10/podcast-tuesday-turd-ferguson.html</link><category>Burt Reynolds</category><category>Cop and a Half</category><category>film</category><category>Happy Days</category><category>Henry Winkler</category><category>movies</category><category>podcasting</category><category>television</category><category>These Days Are Ours</category><category>TV</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2026 08:10:41 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-8347871390550613384</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODHf8bYS9lL7yOO13GS9t6Yt7YnzJ-gXjIHJBTRsye4aEOiSL4n4cyaff_gBlV9Dltjefhf0pfjglolw-GA6SQ4j0B0Hwd7Y9uiGELy73M-B6ogwsceoo06o1Va-wGd6o3O2F4PfaHBWRai-1dyPlL8CE7LEB0mi9FbDKvEUVJPjZQA4kJ_tdn1TFzHs/s1600/image.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="686" data-original-width="1099" height="559" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODHf8bYS9lL7yOO13GS9t6Yt7YnzJ-gXjIHJBTRsye4aEOiSL4n4cyaff_gBlV9Dltjefhf0pfjglolw-GA6SQ4j0B0Hwd7Y9uiGELy73M-B6ogwsceoo06o1Va-wGd6o3O2F4PfaHBWRai-1dyPlL8CE7LEB0mi9FbDKvEUVJPjZQA4kJ_tdn1TFzHs/w894-h559/image.png" width="894" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Norman D. Golden II and Burt Reynolds in &lt;i&gt;Cop and a Half&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;emember when cops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; dominated movies and TV? When I was growing up, they were the closest thing we had to real-life superheroes. From the 1970s to the 1990s, we thrilled to the big- screen and small-screen adventures of maverick plainclothesmen who drove flashy cars, carried powerful guns, routinely roughed up (or just flat-out killed) suspects before bringing them to trial, flagrantly ignored the rules, and infuriated their stressed-out superiors. They did what they had to do to keep the scum off the streets and protect the citizens. Sometimes, they were lone wolves. Other times, they'd be given humorously mismatched partners, who didn't even need to be cops. But we loved everything about them, right down to the clever catchphrases and gratuitous car chases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That time seems very distant today and impossible to revive or replicate in the 21st century. Too much has happened since the '90s. Too many sad, scary headlines. Nevertheless, in this week's installment of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://thesedaysareours.libsyn.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;These Days Are Ours: A Happy Days Podcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, we are revisiting the era of the fictional supercop. In particular, we are reviewing Henry Winkler's &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://thesedaysareours.libsyn.com/episode-314-turd-ferguson-assignment-tampa-bay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;Cop and a Half &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(1993) starring Burt Reynolds. This movie was made during the post-&lt;i&gt;Happy Days &lt;/i&gt;years when Henry walked away from acting and tried to reestablish himself as a producer and director.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But &lt;i&gt;Cop and a Half&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;wasn't just a straightforward cop movie! Nope. Burt's character, Detective Nick McKenna, was given an unlikely partner: a wisecracking eight-year-old named Devon Butler (newcomer Norman D. Golden II). You have to understand, this was just a few years after &lt;i&gt;Home Alone &lt;/i&gt;(1990). America wanted stories about precocious, resourceful kids who could make helpless fools of the grownups around them. And Hollywood was more than happy to supply these stories. You'll hear all about it on this week's show, which is conveniently available right here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;iframe title="Libsyn Player" style="border: none" src="//html5-player.libsyn.com/embed/episode/id/43298049/height/90/theme/custom/thumbnail/yes/direction/forward/render-playlist/no/custom-color/000000/" height="90" width="100%" scrolling="no"  allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODHf8bYS9lL7yOO13GS9t6Yt7YnzJ-gXjIHJBTRsye4aEOiSL4n4cyaff_gBlV9Dltjefhf0pfjglolw-GA6SQ4j0B0Hwd7Y9uiGELy73M-B6ogwsceoo06o1Va-wGd6o3O2F4PfaHBWRai-1dyPlL8CE7LEB0mi9FbDKvEUVJPjZQA4kJ_tdn1TFzHs/s72-w894-h559-c/image.png" width="72"/></item><item><title>Where is God in Ken Russell's 'The Devils'?</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/10/where-is-god-in-ken-russells-devils.html</link><category>film</category><category>God</category><category>Ken Russell</category><category>movie theaters</category><category>movies</category><category>The Devils</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2026 11:35:30 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-8898879049185866012</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-zghZbor5BHEIW6TIGblBvEg4k4qGrb4IUMCUHMd-6LriksavsSFFLlRrFvTparscn5K5xGPiami-bw5MhYAMQBh7pfMvs61isGmha9982bsS0uhy0Ot-Uix4Q5sSOh9m7VDx5WxGddPd9-bz5kzt-1IwXMmtYnxJxMiromJZET30Bq_PXZ3LKT616hE/s1600/image.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1318" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-zghZbor5BHEIW6TIGblBvEg4k4qGrb4IUMCUHMd-6LriksavsSFFLlRrFvTparscn5K5xGPiami-bw5MhYAMQBh7pfMvs61isGmha9982bsS0uhy0Ot-Uix4Q5sSOh9m7VDx5WxGddPd9-bz5kzt-1IwXMmtYnxJxMiromJZET30Bq_PXZ3LKT616hE/w884-h506/image.png" width="884"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver Reed gives a tortured performance in &lt;i&gt;The Devils&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt; don&amp;#39;t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who or what runs the universe. It might be a wise, benevolent, and all-powerful God. It might be nobody at all. Either answer is bound to disappoint &lt;i&gt;somebody&lt;/i&gt;. But what I can be fairly sure of is that anybody who &lt;i&gt;claims&lt;/i&gt; to know definitively what God is and what God wants—and has the evidence to &amp;quot;prove&amp;quot; it—is either being dishonest or delusional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don&amp;#39;t necessarily mean that as a complaint. There are considerable benefits to people claiming to speak on God&amp;#39;s behalf, even if it&amp;#39;s all baloney. In his &lt;a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55h1FO8V_3w" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;&amp;quot;Sky Cake&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; routine, comedian Patton Oswalt explains how there would be no civilization as we know it today if &amp;quot;weaklings&amp;quot; in the past hadn&amp;#39;t invented religion. But, human nature being what it is, we invariably take it too far. People will always want power, money, and status. We also want to impose our personal beliefs on large portions of the population, the more the better. And these desires have driven us to do awful things to one another in the name of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All this brings me to Ken Russell&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;The Devils &lt;/i&gt;(1971), a long-suppressed, much-censored film just now being released to theaters in its uncut glory. I&amp;#39;d been hearing about this infamous movie ever since I started hanging around Usenet movie forums in the 1990s, but I&amp;#39;d never even bothered to track down any version of it, since I knew I&amp;#39;d just be seeing a censored print. Now that an uncensored &lt;i&gt;Devils &lt;/i&gt;is playing on theaters across the country, however, I knew I had to see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/10/where-is-god-in-ken-russells-devils.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-zghZbor5BHEIW6TIGblBvEg4k4qGrb4IUMCUHMd-6LriksavsSFFLlRrFvTparscn5K5xGPiami-bw5MhYAMQBh7pfMvs61isGmha9982bsS0uhy0Ot-Uix4Q5sSOh9m7VDx5WxGddPd9-bz5kzt-1IwXMmtYnxJxMiromJZET30Bq_PXZ3LKT616hE/s72-w884-h506-c/image.png" width="72"/></item><item><title>Was 'Help!' the first Beatles concept album?</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/10/was-help-first-beatles-concept-album.html</link><category>albums</category><category>Help</category><category>Joe's Record Collection</category><category>lyrics</category><category>music</category><category>rock</category><category>the 1960s</category><category>the Beatles</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2026 12:03:45 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-8036342562357911805</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w1LYIdJvsmGGG3Q-1IQhyphenhyphensCIOE-REHfIm9Vahall1E85eDsDy8VKSc_9W57wxHcmrFoFoRxvB6EVXck80OtsVj6TWD8Jw7Jj8KBlbpBRbZxkD8cBOBKMomxPiLIcsu1BHtFubQeRa2EdLq8ndxnP6fQHwHyLgCVjX-4pS55a5tJWkWIxlkCV2UvD-PQ/s1600/image.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1089" height="619" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w1LYIdJvsmGGG3Q-1IQhyphenhyphensCIOE-REHfIm9Vahall1E85eDsDy8VKSc_9W57wxHcmrFoFoRxvB6EVXck80OtsVj6TWD8Jw7Jj8KBlbpBRbZxkD8cBOBKMomxPiLIcsu1BHtFubQeRa2EdLq8ndxnP6fQHwHyLgCVjX-4pS55a5tJWkWIxlkCV2UvD-PQ/w893-h619/image.png" width="893"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;i&gt;Help! &lt;/i&gt;soundtrack captures The Beatles at a transitional time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;he Beatles evolved a great deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; between their debut album, &lt;i&gt;Please Please Me &lt;/i&gt;(1963), and their farewell album, &lt;i&gt;Let It Be &lt;/i&gt;(1970). During those seven incredibly eventful years, the group&amp;#39;s songs became more adventurous and experimental, both lyrically and sonically, and their albums became more ambitious in scope. There&amp;#39;s a world of difference between &lt;i&gt;Beatles for Sale &lt;/i&gt;(1964) and &lt;i&gt;Abbey Road &lt;/i&gt;(1969), even though they were recorded by the same four guys from Liverpool, just a few years apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LrFtiBMu6os6tJ6m1RaADE5V8QVNPruXNFPqA78T6Y2jOhRv7-w4AOEfwqDoh02QCQg45KDOikzaEsT093-ImLXf4fI258XhFAO7DXV-dBosLfQvuDcIa22IWlekRxRvPVwGwCTItdEpMhLx59Om-LryWKy07gQfEyFuYePkH7NldT2jXqe3Ry43bO8/s1600/image.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="881" height="417" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LrFtiBMu6os6tJ6m1RaADE5V8QVNPruXNFPqA78T6Y2jOhRv7-w4AOEfwqDoh02QCQg45KDOikzaEsT093-ImLXf4fI258XhFAO7DXV-dBosLfQvuDcIa22IWlekRxRvPVwGwCTItdEpMhLx59Om-LryWKy07gQfEyFuYePkH7NldT2jXqe3Ry43bO8/w306-h417/image.png" width="306"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the cusp: The Beatles in 1965.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;In the early days, The Beatles&amp;#39; albums were extensions of their live concert performances. Each LP was simply a grab bag of whatever tracks the group happened to be working on at the time, generally a combination of Lennon-McCartney originals (with occasional Harrison contributions) and some rock, R&amp;amp;B, and country covers. It was a good formula that resulted in several classic LPs that remain popular today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the Fab Four stopped touring in mid-career, which in many ways liberated them creatively. They no longer had to reproduce their songs onstage, so they were free to make music that could only emerge from a recording studio with all its sonic trickery. The group&amp;#39;s lyrics changed, too. While their early albums are dominated by simple love songs—&lt;i&gt;boy meets girl, boy gets girl, boy loses girl&lt;/i&gt;, etc.—their later LPs could tackle any number of social or psychological themes or even indulge in surrealism and pure abstraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much difference between the group&amp;#39;s early work and its later work, in fact, that most fans tend to divide their albums into two major categories: Early Beatles and Late Beatles. But some experts have proposed a third category: Middle Beatles, referring to that brief but productive time circa 1965-66 when they were first showing signs of artistic growth and dabbling in Dylanesque folk rock. The two best-known Middle Beatles albums are &lt;i&gt;Rubber Soul &lt;/i&gt;(1965) and &lt;i&gt;Revolver &lt;/i&gt;(1966). But I&amp;#39;d like to add a third LP to this roster: the soundtrack to the group&amp;#39;s second movie, &lt;i&gt;Help! &lt;/i&gt;(1965). In revisiting this somewhat-neglected and underappreciated album, I have discovered some remarkably consistent themes throughout it. &lt;i&gt;Help! &lt;/i&gt;is so cohesive that I would be comfortable calling it The Beatles&amp;#39; earliest concept album, predating &lt;i&gt;Sgt. Pepper&amp;#39;s Lonely Hearts Club Band &lt;/i&gt;(1967).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does that sound preposterous? Stick with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/10/was-help-first-beatles-concept-album.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w1LYIdJvsmGGG3Q-1IQhyphenhyphensCIOE-REHfIm9Vahall1E85eDsDy8VKSc_9W57wxHcmrFoFoRxvB6EVXck80OtsVj6TWD8Jw7Jj8KBlbpBRbZxkD8cBOBKMomxPiLIcsu1BHtFubQeRa2EdLq8ndxnP6fQHwHyLgCVjX-4pS55a5tJWkWIxlkCV2UvD-PQ/s72-w893-h619-c/image.png" width="72"/></item><item><title>Ed Wood Wednesdays, week 294: The Crooked Path of Timothy Farrell (1922-1989) [PART 1]</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-292-crooked.html</link><category>Ed Wood</category><category>Ed Wood Wednesdays</category><category>Edward D. Wood Jr.</category><category>Glen or Glenda</category><category>Jail Bait</category><category>Timothy Farrell</category><category>Timothy Sperl</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2026 05:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-8638325562287598114</guid><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7u3Ag1tC2b5fRQxgoPb-BuQ-tkcqD5voT0Bzh1kaWGmd-0gFaHw1BNfRujv9tXGdjDBrIfVtH7Z3arqG4d_ywTINS6mwgHlekupP6NanaVa3IEZRzwZHtFIzLHFTvGNUL9XnMID1-_LZ9Kmv2qkHrOfPFZKU-GcWQ0nNehON-EYcHP_7PFZ-T3MKh70/s1057/farrellheader.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="716" data-original-width="1057" height="607" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7u3Ag1tC2b5fRQxgoPb-BuQ-tkcqD5voT0Bzh1kaWGmd-0gFaHw1BNfRujv9tXGdjDBrIfVtH7Z3arqG4d_ywTINS6mwgHlekupP6NanaVa3IEZRzwZHtFIzLHFTvGNUL9XnMID1-_LZ9Kmv2qkHrOfPFZKU-GcWQ0nNehON-EYcHP_7PFZ-T3MKh70/w894-h607/farrellheader.PNG" width="894"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actor/lawman Timothy Farrell aka Timothy Sperl and his attorney, Paul Caruso.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3n627uDwXiG__sZOir60FdhF7f6xLLetDIm3eDlgj1Ua8YmDGT8NKEv-9aWQTY4_3Xk5ABiKxs6CU_0Eqwz4hk8iVFhot_2yl4_oy4V2ML_aCs8jVi10U-6hl1X54SHkt8vOwWfVodo6aJudpo7qKTYHlUuwZd43GVUtysaRzRLi1O7Xz8h2Rrgi6fw4" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="341" data-original-width="250" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3n627uDwXiG__sZOir60FdhF7f6xLLetDIm3eDlgj1Ua8YmDGT8NKEv-9aWQTY4_3Xk5ABiKxs6CU_0Eqwz4hk8iVFhot_2yl4_oy4V2ML_aCs8jVi10U-6hl1X54SHkt8vOwWfVodo6aJudpo7qKTYHlUuwZd43GVUtysaRzRLi1O7Xz8h2Rrgi6fw4" width="176"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actor Timothy Farrell.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;d Wood fans know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; mustachioed, curly-haired actor Timothy Farrell (1922-1989) from his roles in &lt;i&gt;Glen or Glenda &lt;/i&gt;(1953), &lt;i&gt;Jail Bait &lt;/i&gt;(1954), and &lt;i&gt;The Violent Years &lt;/i&gt;(1956). A veteran of the Los Angeles theater scene, Farrell appeared in films and TV shows fairly regularly in the 1950s. His acting career seems to have petered out sometime in the 1960s. The IMDb says he worked on the cautionary educational films of producer Sid Davis as late as 1968, but I&amp;#39;m not convinced of this. I know I spotted him in a 1964 episode of the soap opera &lt;i&gt;Day in Court&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apart from the Wood movies, Tim&amp;#39;s greatest accomplishment as an actor was playing the villainous Umberto Scalli in three low-budget flicks produced by George Weiss: &lt;i&gt;The Devil&amp;#39;s Sleep &lt;/i&gt;(1949), &lt;i&gt;Racket Girls &lt;/i&gt;(1951), and &lt;i&gt;Dance Hall Racket &lt;/i&gt;(1953). (I may have to cover the Umberto Scalli trilogy someday.) While Farrell was occasionally cast as authority figures, like cops and doctors, I find him more convincing as slimy underworld types. There&amp;#39;s just something vaguely unwholesome and unsettling about him. His most convincing performance is as the volatile, easily-agitated crook Vic Brady in &lt;i&gt;Jail Bait&lt;/i&gt;. When Vic warns his young accomplice Don (Clancy Malone), &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll fix you but good with the cops,&amp;quot; you believe him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Using his real surname, Sperl, Timothy had a lengthy but troubled career in law enforcement that eventually ended in scandal and disgrace. I find this terribly interesting because it suggests that the impatient, snarling hoodlum we see in &lt;i&gt;Jail Bait &lt;/i&gt;is closer to Timothy&amp;#39;s real personality than the reasonable and understanding Dr. Alton in &lt;i&gt;Glen or Glenda&lt;/i&gt;. To test this theory, I thought I&amp;#39;d see what the Los Angeles newspapers had to say about Mr. Sperl, both the actor and the cop, over the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-292-crooked.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7u3Ag1tC2b5fRQxgoPb-BuQ-tkcqD5voT0Bzh1kaWGmd-0gFaHw1BNfRujv9tXGdjDBrIfVtH7Z3arqG4d_ywTINS6mwgHlekupP6NanaVa3IEZRzwZHtFIzLHFTvGNUL9XnMID1-_LZ9Kmv2qkHrOfPFZKU-GcWQ0nNehON-EYcHP_7PFZ-T3MKh70/s72-w894-h607-c/farrellheader.PNG" width="72"/></item><item><title>Ed Wood Wednesdays, week 293: The Hall of Fame of Western Film Stars (1969)</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/10/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-293-hall-of.html</link><category>books</category><category>Ed Wood</category><category>Ed Wood Wednesdays</category><category>Edward D. Wood Jr.</category><category>Ernest Corneau</category><category>Kenne Duncan</category><category>The Hall of Fame of Western Film Stars</category><category>westerns</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Wed, 7 Oct 2026 05:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-2679392435896172959</guid><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRf5XPDtxFohhbxICZVAX7_0-3oMfy7BhNge3_x4w8BMZysxcByrgj_zqe4pABohT8YXTwQG-T3YMoAQ148PIKdHoT9XBgCeVMPSjuc2DghlGSIunkEXv7xT2hYGFgzacjAsLxL2bTM9LwjWl1E_bYNgrbHVKViYpSfq30GZLK683eNyWOsM9dIinEw4/s1021/corneauheader2.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1021" height="715" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRf5XPDtxFohhbxICZVAX7_0-3oMfy7BhNge3_x4w8BMZysxcByrgj_zqe4pABohT8YXTwQG-T3YMoAQ148PIKdHoT9XBgCeVMPSjuc2DghlGSIunkEXv7xT2hYGFgzacjAsLxL2bTM9LwjWl1E_bYNgrbHVKViYpSfq30GZLK683eNyWOsM9dIinEw4/w899-h715/corneauheader2.PNG" width="899"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kathy and Ed Wood at Kenne Duncan&amp;#39;s wake. Note the book Ed is holding.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzOSq2FGvg8WWW4FnR_yDiQTm9R7b6fxmUzQkVnzZx6W0Dku_qeASOkOwL7012IeTq34SzciiQuXPAeHTyqt6Ibpgko9GIOHpHQ_-CT5j1juZZuJAbnnZMkPHlqYpXMc70hdpHtcb397n_00mBm4-zfZjaTZA-2e-0qBHjDywl4tCLqCvb2RBN5YIWXh8" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzOSq2FGvg8WWW4FnR_yDiQTm9R7b6fxmUzQkVnzZx6W0Dku_qeASOkOwL7012IeTq34SzciiQuXPAeHTyqt6Ibpgko9GIOHpHQ_-CT5j1juZZuJAbnnZMkPHlqYpXMc70hdpHtcb397n_00mBm4-zfZjaTZA-2e-0qBHjDywl4tCLqCvb2RBN5YIWXh8=w281-h281" width="281"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awake, a wake.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;here is a sweetly sad quality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to the photos of Ed Wood taken in the last decade of his life. Eddie was in freefall by then, physically, personally, and professionally. Years of alcohol abuse had ravaged his face and body, leading to his early death at age 54. His career in show business was faring no better. He was supporting himself entirely through his work in the adult film and publishing industries. And even there, he had to maintain a furious pace just to (almost but not quite) keep up with his creditors. As he spiraled into addiction and poverty, he often took out his frustrations on his wife, Kathy. Ed Wood&amp;#39;s last decade was marked by disappointment, uncertainty, violence, and desperation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, the man in the pictures looks cheerful and content. Not a care in the world, this guy. Sure, you could say that he was simply too soused to worry what was happening to him. He found a fool&amp;#39;s paradise at the bottom of a glass and stayed there. But I&amp;#39;d like to think that the optimism that brought him to Hollywood in the 1940s had not abandoned him entirely in the 1970s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most compelling &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVpIHwSpnWzsc5tikJoeNAWQxTeKAAbfOWsAQMMpFdEqvnXZJSD_rbZEsN4BxFBHf5mcpb8hb9M9cPp5jKAwJ7K2XFkaZK40kPYUjM3eQQnuh9C869bTl8OywyUMJzEe96pE67L0gekQ/s1600/wake.bmp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;latter-day photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of Ed Wood was taken at the wake of actor Kenne Duncan in 1972. After years of declining health and declining fortunes, the famed cowboy actor ended his own life by overdosing on barbiturates. Some time later, Eddie and Kathy celebrated his memory by throwing a wake in his honor. They invited such luminaries as Paul Marco, Criswell, David Ward, Nona Carver, and Hope Lugosi. A somewhat grainy, underlit black-and-white photo—complete with handwritten notes by Kathy—captures all of these people, plus figures I believe are Marg Usher (Paul&amp;#39;s agent) and actress Mona McKinnon. Eddie, drunk as a lord, is leaning against Kathy and holding a book: Ernest N. Corneau&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://archive.org/details/halloffamewester0000unse/mode/2up" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;The Hall of Fame of Western Film Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(1969). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally, I was curious. What was this strange, obscure book? What secrets might it contain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/10/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-293-hall-of.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRf5XPDtxFohhbxICZVAX7_0-3oMfy7BhNge3_x4w8BMZysxcByrgj_zqe4pABohT8YXTwQG-T3YMoAQ148PIKdHoT9XBgCeVMPSjuc2DghlGSIunkEXv7xT2hYGFgzacjAsLxL2bTM9LwjWl1E_bYNgrbHVKViYpSfq30GZLK683eNyWOsM9dIinEw4/s72-w899-h715-c/corneauheader2.PNG" width="72"/></item><item><title>Podcast Tuesday: "Twenty Feet from Fonzie"</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/10/podcast-tuesday-twenty-feet-from-fonzie.html</link><category>Fonzie</category><category>Fonzie Fonzie He's Our Man</category><category>Happy Days</category><category>music</category><category>podcasting</category><category>television</category><category>The Heyettes</category><category>These Days Are Ours</category><category>TV</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Tue, 6 Oct 2026 07:42:27 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-3947446306428945652</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9VcODWMbYgsDnstm4_aqGn-HPmD1p9raomlgaqleJrgWERxTnJp-UrZN0qAY69DuQHnd1S4-FIUpe-x-zXHwPsxH5R-Pcc24Y14fFRz7nw0fzwUdDjywwdPetSn607sOFUnyCXtK_ubm8MKbWg4rQ-DTLGUtM2z9uvfs8n7cSVv_1-LsBkdmUeeA-axk/s948/heyettes.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="948" height="641" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9VcODWMbYgsDnstm4_aqGn-HPmD1p9raomlgaqleJrgWERxTnJp-UrZN0qAY69DuQHnd1S4-FIUpe-x-zXHwPsxH5R-Pcc24Y14fFRz7nw0fzwUdDjywwdPetSn607sOFUnyCXtK_ubm8MKbWg4rQ-DTLGUtM2z9uvfs8n7cSVv_1-LsBkdmUeeA-axk/w861-h641/heyettes.PNG" width="861" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Fonzie presidency would bankrupt this country.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;he dinosaurs are long gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; but some of their footprints still remain on the surface of the earth. You don't even have to leave the United States to see some of them. There are dino prints in Connecticut, for god's sake. Think of that: these huge, terrifying creatures lived millions of years ago before going extinct, and yet their tracks are probably within driving distance of a Target today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think you know where I'm going with this. The nostalgic sitcom &lt;i&gt;Happy Days &lt;/i&gt;(1974-1984) has been off the air, &lt;i&gt;extinct&lt;/i&gt;, for over 40 years, and yet its tracks can still be seen. If you know where to look, that is. While the show debuted in January 1974, it didn't really become a multimedia pop cultural phenomenon until 1976 during its third season. This was a pivotal year for &lt;i&gt;Happy Days&lt;/i&gt;. The show's breakout character, Fonzie (Henry Winkler), moved in with the Cunninghams, and the entire series was reformatted so that it could be filmed in front of a live, boisterous studio audience. It also gained an immortal catchphrase: "Sit on it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The schlockmeisters and opportunists smelled money in the air, and they didn't wait to cash in. Soon, stores were flooded with &lt;i&gt;Happy Days &lt;/i&gt;and Fonzie-branded&amp;nbsp;merchandise—some of&amp;nbsp;it authorized, some of it bootleg. In the spring of 1976, London Records wanted a piece of the action, so they released a novelty single called "The Fonz Song" by a manufactured group called The Heyettes. It was a breakthrough hit in several markets and even made the national charts. Was that enough? No. London Records decided that a full-length Heyettes album was in order. The result was &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://thesedaysareours.libsyn.com/episode-313-twenty-feet-from-fonzie" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;Fonzie, Fonzie, He's Our Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Naturally, we're talking all about it on this week's installment of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://thesedaysareours.libsyn.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;These Days Are Ours: A Happy Days Podcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some real talent went into this LP. The Heyettes were accomplished session singers, and the producer and arranger were longtime music industry veterans. But does any of this add up to a great (or even listenable) album? My cohost and I have some thoughts, and you can hear them by clicking on the podcast below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" height="90" mozallowfullscreen="" msallowfullscreen="" oallowfullscreen="" scrolling="no" src="//html5-player.libsyn.com/embed/episode/id/43146153/height/90/theme/custom/thumbnail/yes/direction/forward/render-playlist/no/custom-color/000000/" style="border: none;" title="Libsyn Player" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9VcODWMbYgsDnstm4_aqGn-HPmD1p9raomlgaqleJrgWERxTnJp-UrZN0qAY69DuQHnd1S4-FIUpe-x-zXHwPsxH5R-Pcc24Y14fFRz7nw0fzwUdDjywwdPetSn607sOFUnyCXtK_ubm8MKbWg4rQ-DTLGUtM2z9uvfs8n7cSVv_1-LsBkdmUeeA-axk/s72-w861-h641-c/heyettes.PNG" width="72"/></item><item><title>Ed Wood Wednesdays, week 292: The Lascivious World of A.C. Stevens &amp; Ed D. Wood, Jr. (2008)</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-292-lascivious.html</link><category>Drop Out Wife</category><category>Ed Wood</category><category>Ed Wood Wednesdays</category><category>Edward D. Wood</category><category>Fugitive Girls</category><category>Lady Godiva Rides</category><category>Stephen Apostolof</category><category>The Lascivious World of AC Stevens and Ed D Wood Jr</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2026 05:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-1395210665308353579</guid><description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWBzrL4m8MTKZRepBDacJCCtKPzzYvg5Ct0jLShLFJKAp1TgGdgcgFYukLquXs6I3f3vmqJZjhzN6cwQm1LbPqe5o8e1vtiweZKa4M839q5GGfWocGhUbQfZdt2iBXsF0l0kWLcSqmTBWIEeAsc1hb6ktK5AKh6Bxd6z1xyipSJiHw-AMqG0gkHoFrbE/s1185/lascivious.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="827" data-original-width="1185" height="609" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWBzrL4m8MTKZRepBDacJCCtKPzzYvg5Ct0jLShLFJKAp1TgGdgcgFYukLquXs6I3f3vmqJZjhzN6cwQm1LbPqe5o8e1vtiweZKa4M839q5GGfWocGhUbQfZdt2iBXsF0l0kWLcSqmTBWIEeAsc1hb6ktK5AKh6Bxd6z1xyipSJiHw-AMqG0gkHoFrbE/w873-h609/lascivious.PNG" width="873"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of all the Ed Wood sets ever released, this is definitely one of them.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lascivious&lt;/b&gt; [las·​civ·​i·​ous, lə-ˈsi-vē-əs] (&lt;i&gt;adj&lt;/i&gt;.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"&gt;filled with or showing sexual desire; lewd, lustful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ver the decades, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ed Wood&amp;#39;s films have been bundled together in various box sets, first on VHS, then DVD, and now Blu-ray. I&amp;#39;ve definitely purchased my share of them over the years. Maybe you have, too. There&amp;#39;s a strange quality in Eddie&amp;#39;s movies that makes you want to see &lt;i&gt;more &lt;/i&gt;of them right away, so it makes sense to sell them in bulk. They&amp;#39;re like potato chips or pretzels, difficult to stop at just one. Let&amp;#39;s see now....&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhY-qOA5BWiCjuqyobwTsVtDlovWdmjSwFR77ANi7iDfpgz5ArscMKAKP9EPYzv5GkPTVlLxXUANsAtWr7jMfvAeiUIg-J5lVe1PX7TrB8topF9VloRS4BFZHsHsP_28ZJGtwrp-i7ijygQmoNkfbRzPyN8DwAzO_FIT8ZjCCzWT1HorV28FCV6BYjgZyQ" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="322" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhY-qOA5BWiCjuqyobwTsVtDlovWdmjSwFR77ANi7iDfpgz5ArscMKAKP9EPYzv5GkPTVlLxXUANsAtWr7jMfvAeiUIg-J5lVe1PX7TrB8topF9VloRS4BFZHsHsP_28ZJGtwrp-i7ijygQmoNkfbRzPyN8DwAzO_FIT8ZjCCzWT1HorV28FCV6BYjgZyQ=w233-h308" width="233"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The monolith.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first such anthology I ever bought was Rhino&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ed Wood Collection &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(1995), a three-tape set that came in a faux-angora box and included &lt;i&gt;Plan 9 from Outer Space &lt;/i&gt;(1957), &lt;i&gt;Glen or Glenda &lt;/i&gt;(1953), and &lt;i&gt;Bride of the Monster &lt;/i&gt;(1955). That pink, fuzzy monolith still sits among my Wood memorabilia today. I vaguely remember a blue version existing, but I can&amp;#39;t find it. Did I dream it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then there was Image Entertainment&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Worst of Ed Wood&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(2000), a four-DVD set. It contained the same films as the previous Rhino set, plus &lt;i&gt;Jail Bait &lt;/i&gt;(1954). Its &lt;i&gt;Plan 9&lt;/i&gt; disc also included the documentary &lt;i&gt;Flying Saucers Over Hollywood &lt;/i&gt;(1992). When I think of this set, I remember buying it at a Borders in Flint, MI on a freezing cold day, using money I&amp;#39;d made as a customer service rep for General Motors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just a few years later, Image released &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ed Wood Box&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(2004), a six-disc collection that included everything from &lt;i&gt;The Worst of Ed Wood &lt;/i&gt;but added &lt;i&gt;Night of the Ghouls &lt;/i&gt;(1959) and &lt;i&gt;The Haunted World of Edward D. Wood, Jr. &lt;/i&gt;(1996). It handily makes the previous Image set obsolete, but I never bought it because I already had &lt;i&gt;Night &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Haunted&lt;/i&gt; separately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A staple of cutout bins for years was Passport Video&amp;#39;s two-disc &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ed Wood Collection: A Salute to Incompetence &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(2007), which included &lt;i&gt;Plan 9, Glenda, Bride, Ghouls, Jail Bait &lt;/i&gt;(in its rare director&amp;#39;s cut form) and &lt;i&gt;The Violent Years &lt;/i&gt;(1956), plus a bonus featurette called &lt;i&gt;The Ed Wood Story&lt;/i&gt;. For some reason, this once-plentiful title has become scarce in recent years. A shame, too, as it contains the longer Rhino cut of &lt;i&gt;Glenda&lt;/i&gt; rather than the shortened, censored version included in the Image sets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The landmark DVD collection that inspired this series of articles was S&amp;#39;more Entertainment&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Box of Wood&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(2011), a six-disc set that included &lt;i&gt;Plan 9, Bride, &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Jail Bait, &lt;/i&gt;but added &lt;i&gt;The Violent Years &lt;/i&gt;(1956), &lt;i&gt;The Sinister Urge &lt;/i&gt;(1960), &lt;i&gt;Fugitive Girls &lt;/i&gt;(1974), &lt;i&gt;Drop Out Wife &lt;/i&gt;(1972), &lt;i&gt;Hot Ice &lt;/i&gt;(1978), &lt;i&gt;The Snow Bunnies &lt;/i&gt;(1972), &lt;i&gt;The Beach Bunnies &lt;/i&gt;(1976), &lt;i&gt;Orgy of the Dead &lt;/i&gt;(1965), &lt;i&gt;Trick Shooting with Kenne Duncan &lt;/i&gt;(1960), and &lt;i&gt;Crossroad Avenger &lt;/i&gt;(1953). The set included new introductions (by Ted Newsom) and various commentary tracks, plus trailers and interviews with Dolores Fuller, Joe Robertson, and Kathy Wood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;It&amp;#39;s not a multi-disc set, but After Hours&amp;#39; Cinema&amp;#39;s single-disc &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ed Wood&amp;#39;s Dirty Movies&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(2014) contained Eddie&amp;#39;s final directorial effort, &lt;i&gt;The Young Marrieds &lt;/i&gt;(1972), plus two additional titles: &lt;i&gt;Nympho Cycler &lt;/i&gt;(1971) and &lt;i&gt;Shot on Location &lt;/i&gt;(1972). Eddie&amp;#39;s participation in &lt;i&gt;Nympho &lt;/i&gt;is undisputed—he cowrote the script and appears on camera in a supporting role—but whether he worked on &lt;i&gt;Shot &lt;/i&gt;is controversial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The most significant Wood collection of recent years has been Severin&amp;#39;s three-disc Blu-ray set, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hard Wood &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(2024). It contained &lt;i&gt;The Young Marrieds&lt;/i&gt;, plus &lt;i&gt;Necromania &lt;/i&gt;(1971), &lt;i&gt;The Only House in Town &lt;/i&gt;(1971), and &lt;i&gt;Shotgun Wedding &lt;/i&gt;(1963), plus a variety of loops, featurettes, and commentary tracks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you can agree, that&amp;#39;s a &lt;i&gt;lot &lt;/i&gt;of Ed Wood collections and box sets. And there are still more I don&amp;#39;t own, like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ed Wood Curiosities Collection&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(2023)&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;which adds the much-disputed &lt;i&gt;Revenge of the Virgins &lt;/i&gt;(1959) to the mix. Then there&amp;#39;s&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Ed Wood Collection, Volume One&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(2009); &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ed D. Wood Jr. Collection&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(year unknown); and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ed Wood: The Dark Collection &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(unknown). Most of these are simply recycling the same old titles: &lt;i&gt;Plan 9, Bride, Glenda&lt;/i&gt;, the usual suspects. But today, I want to talk about a three-disc DVD collection that&amp;#39;s been largely ignored by the Ed Wood fan community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-292-lascivious.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWBzrL4m8MTKZRepBDacJCCtKPzzYvg5Ct0jLShLFJKAp1TgGdgcgFYukLquXs6I3f3vmqJZjhzN6cwQm1LbPqe5o8e1vtiweZKa4M839q5GGfWocGhUbQfZdt2iBXsF0l0kWLcSqmTBWIEeAsc1hb6ktK5AKh6Bxd6z1xyipSJiHw-AMqG0gkHoFrbE/s72-w873-h609-c/lascivious.PNG" width="72"/></item><item><title>The value of art can't be listed, measured, graded, or ranked... and we need to stop pretending it can be</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/the-value-of-art-cant-be-listed.html</link><category>awards</category><category>lists</category><category>lists of things</category><category>movies</category><category>New York Times</category><category>Sight and Sound</category><category>television</category><category>TV</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2026 15:00:34 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-502818362148089130</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5haa84xTYOh3o4fiFH0I5QDXYzzbK4eYa97wTnUjOoQZxlSB1_So5kiC-5p5l0YDnzJ9E1RTJv9UxcFA3Z4vfEFu_C2BYg-DS7gfGXDlpp6Cj88k_iEh34MBHBWDpat21e5fQCOB_MZAuMkRy2vBbscivb1xEme5vY38isYjMyyTJsd8vmTIGgeq1vn8" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="757" data-original-width="1051" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5haa84xTYOh3o4fiFH0I5QDXYzzbK4eYa97wTnUjOoQZxlSB1_So5kiC-5p5l0YDnzJ9E1RTJv9UxcFA3Z4vfEFu_C2BYg-DS7gfGXDlpp6Cj88k_iEh34MBHBWDpat21e5fQCOB_MZAuMkRy2vBbscivb1xEme5vY38isYjMyyTJsd8vmTIGgeq1vn8=w886-h638" width="886"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This might or might not be the greatest movie of all time. That&amp;#39;s up to you to decide.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he New York Times &lt;/i&gt;recently released&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; its list of the 100 greatest television shows of the 21st century. In case you haven&amp;#39;t read it yet, here&amp;#39;s a spoiler: &lt;i&gt;it&amp;#39;s pointless, meaningless horse manure&lt;/i&gt;. Judging by my social media feed the last couple of days, people seem to have forgotten that. There is a widespread delusion that &lt;i&gt;The New York Times &lt;/i&gt;is somehow &amp;quot;in charge&amp;quot; of which shows are important or worth watching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality check: It isn&amp;#39;t. &lt;i&gt;You &lt;/i&gt;are. You, the person reading this article now, get to decide which are the greatest TV shows of this century. The ones you watch, the ones you like, the ones that mean something to you—those are the greatest. Never ever lose sight of that. &lt;i&gt;The New York Times &lt;/i&gt;doesn&amp;#39;t know diddly. They can&amp;#39;t. It&amp;#39;s unknowable. You can only know which shows &lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;think are the greatest; you don&amp;#39;t get to decide for anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There&amp;#39;s a British film magazine called &lt;i&gt;Sight and Sound&lt;/i&gt; published by the BFI since 1952. Every ten years, they release a list of the greatest films of all time. In the most recent one from 2022, the winner was Chantal Akerman&amp;#39;s deliberately slow and methodical art film &lt;i&gt;Jeanne Dielman, 23 quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles &lt;/i&gt;(1975). Many disagreed with this choice, and they expressed their anger in various articles and videos. Bizarrely, their wrath was largely aimed at Akerman&amp;#39;s film, as if the movie had arrogantly elected &lt;i&gt;itself &lt;/i&gt;the greatest of all time. Instead, the haters should have been angry with a stupid system that dupes us into thinking that the &lt;i&gt;Sight and Sound &lt;/i&gt;poll is somehow meaningful. It&amp;#39;s not. It&amp;#39;s just the fancy version of an internet listicle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/the-value-of-art-cant-be-listed.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5haa84xTYOh3o4fiFH0I5QDXYzzbK4eYa97wTnUjOoQZxlSB1_So5kiC-5p5l0YDnzJ9E1RTJv9UxcFA3Z4vfEFu_C2BYg-DS7gfGXDlpp6Cj88k_iEh34MBHBWDpat21e5fQCOB_MZAuMkRy2vBbscivb1xEme5vY38isYjMyyTJsd8vmTIGgeq1vn8=s72-w886-h638-c" width="72"/></item><item><title>The strange, twisted world of Beatles soundalikes!</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/the-strange-twisted-world-of-beatles.html</link><category>blogging</category><category>childhood</category><category>the 1960s</category><category>the 1990s</category><category>the Beatles</category><category>Trial and Error Collective</category><category>Vinyl Vault</category><category>Wyncote records</category><category>zines</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2026 11:12:42 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-3628458571084220215</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijizU7lbJnLPh7Kwcsk-eMP28CYG0iqFTAyysM5NA0UJempWaazPBEwFkwecwD0CC7g52kqK0JsHBpMrMA1Z2huWPYLFA4xQhiWF2Qf7i64QVPe_dQGndnPD8I5ZiCOxLR2qX7FxOVjyibzbBCgoeyDWjx7_86ogRGktD9HI6qthEQubEDsulafKkFUWE" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="813" data-original-width="1081" height="655" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijizU7lbJnLPh7Kwcsk-eMP28CYG0iqFTAyysM5NA0UJempWaazPBEwFkwecwD0CC7g52kqK0JsHBpMrMA1Z2huWPYLFA4xQhiWF2Qf7i64QVPe_dQGndnPD8I5ZiCOxLR2qX7FxOVjyibzbBCgoeyDWjx7_86ogRGktD9HI6qthEQubEDsulafKkFUWE=w872-h655" width="872"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These lovely ladies are not The Beatles, as you may have guessed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt; wish I had a great story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; about becoming a Beatles fan, but in truth, I found the group&amp;#39;s music in a clunky, roundabout way. That&amp;#39;s the case with most of my lifelong interests. In the late 1980s, when I was in junior high school, my older sister briefly became friends with a somewhat artsy girl whom I will call Willow. That friendship ended acrimoniously, but it lasted just long enough for Willow to dub some cassettes of a few Beatles albums for my sister. And she, in turn, dubbed some copies for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That&amp;#39;s how I first heard &lt;i&gt;Sgt. Pepper&amp;#39;s Lonely Hearts Club Band &lt;/i&gt;(1967), &lt;i&gt;Abbey Road &lt;/i&gt;(1969), &lt;i&gt;The Beatles (White Album) &lt;/i&gt;(1968), and &lt;i&gt;Rubber Soul &lt;/i&gt;(1965): through muddy, third-generation cassettes that I listened to on a portable tape player. I can still remember how I&amp;#39;d listen to &amp;quot;Within You, Without You&amp;quot; and imagine myself as an English secret agent deployed to India, chasing some scoundrel through a public market. There was just something about that track, with its exotic instrumentation and dry, reserved vocals, that ignited my imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/the-strange-twisted-world-of-beatles.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijizU7lbJnLPh7Kwcsk-eMP28CYG0iqFTAyysM5NA0UJempWaazPBEwFkwecwD0CC7g52kqK0JsHBpMrMA1Z2huWPYLFA4xQhiWF2Qf7i64QVPe_dQGndnPD8I5ZiCOxLR2qX7FxOVjyibzbBCgoeyDWjx7_86ogRGktD9HI6qthEQubEDsulafKkFUWE=s72-w872-h655-c" width="72"/></item><item><title>Ed Wood Wednesdays, week 291: "I Woke Up Early the Day I Died - An Ed Wood Jr. Inspired Horror Short Story" (2002)</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-291-i-woke-up.html</link><category>Ed Wood</category><category>Ed Wood Wednesdays</category><category>Edward D. Wood Jr.</category><category>I Woke Up Early The Day I Died</category><category>Kailleaugh Andersson</category><category>Scotland</category><category>short stories</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2026 05:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-7852900577941164197</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhG7hLliZMoJfdLk6ku8lK-1_xsUU6ksArw5KHSMCSU_ORpw47lS6StvhQHDrNVCduMdsgWXIVFF1v8tW8fz_qOlaS7E7GmfkiuSNoBQNdjCzWg9eccSen1YKBm63076ECTuxmbw4dxaaJ7c7tOkAHgBuLs3Pw5U40w9yWOEhXB2XX8kynHMxfjASWRy3A" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="1021" height="607" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhG7hLliZMoJfdLk6ku8lK-1_xsUU6ksArw5KHSMCSU_ORpw47lS6StvhQHDrNVCduMdsgWXIVFF1v8tW8fz_qOlaS7E7GmfkiuSNoBQNdjCzWg9eccSen1YKBm63076ECTuxmbw4dxaaJ7c7tOkAHgBuLs3Pw5U40w9yWOEhXB2XX8kynHMxfjASWRy3A=w875-h607" width="875"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kailleaugh Andersson took Ed Wood to a strange place: Scotland.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;here&amp;#39;s a whole universe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;out there of Ed Wood-inspired fanart: comics, music, film, plays, etc. And I&amp;#39;ve reviewed a great deal of that material in this series. But not all of this stuff reaches me on its own. Far from it. Occasionally, readers of this column will hip me to some bit of obscure Woodiana that I might not otherwise have heard of. Recently, for example, the redoubtable Bob Blackburn told me about a short story called &lt;a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B005KIZQ60?lv=shuf&amp;amp;nsdOptOutParam=true&amp;amp;crid=HWEIZZSTEGYW&amp;amp;keywords=i+woke+up+early+the+day+i+died+ed+wood&amp;amp;sprefix=i+woke+up+early+the+day+i+died+ed+wood%2Caps%2C188&amp;amp;dib_tag=se&amp;amp;dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.z0tMQZ4uiPNIMvt3-QQoeQ.KCnY0RZRX9ApkILXebYz4_5QIDGTT_CVnELU6Vbr8To&amp;amp;qid=1788197269&amp;amp;sr=8-1&amp;amp;channelId=500&amp;amp;ref_=sr_1_1&amp;amp;plpRedirect=mhFallback" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;&amp;quot;I Woke Up Early the Day I Died&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by Scottish author Kailleaugh Andersson that is available on Amazon for the Kindle. The story&amp;#39;s two-star rating wasn&amp;#39;t promising, but the $0.99 price tag was, so I took the leap of faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I could not find out much background information on either the story or its author. Kailleaugh Andersson once maintained &lt;a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20080712114922/http://www.kailleaugh.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;a personal website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but this has not been updated in years. His Amazon biography describes him as a prolific horror author whose stories have been published (by the hundreds!) since the 1980s, sometimes in anthologies, other times in magazines or webzines. His wife, &lt;a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/Alex-Severin/author/B004IJB4T0/allbooks?ccs_id=21a497f3-bc32-4e7f-a2f8-89c8fdb4c1f8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;Alex Severin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, has a number of books available on Amazon and still seems to be active. Maybe Kailleaugh is, too. But is his Ed Wood-inspired story worth your time and your 99 cents? Let&amp;#39;s find out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-291-i-woke-up.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhG7hLliZMoJfdLk6ku8lK-1_xsUU6ksArw5KHSMCSU_ORpw47lS6StvhQHDrNVCduMdsgWXIVFF1v8tW8fz_qOlaS7E7GmfkiuSNoBQNdjCzWg9eccSen1YKBm63076ECTuxmbw4dxaaJ7c7tOkAHgBuLs3Pw5U40w9yWOEhXB2XX8kynHMxfjASWRy3A=s72-w875-h607-c" width="72"/></item><item><title>Podcast Tuesday: "Upstairs, Downstairs" or "Encyclopedia Blues"</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/podcast-tuesday-upstairs-downstairs-or.html</link><category>Happy Days</category><category>Marion Ross</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>podcasting</category><category>television</category><category>That 70s Show</category><category>These Days Are Ours</category><category>TV</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2026 10:24:21 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-7632875685114866876</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOrw2TxiR5h23q84Ms9KAByr_1YX_1EWVlZyJq9s8vjaUSXpeF3XiRebICRHrfsXzKPt_Ll3JCUU6__tHtMDv8er4HsvuFbL6N0KDqUZaKsRIT4FlZ75SoGj9xQFrEZpL3-kTbKKVQL9YPuJk1QeM_hdKXBk5W0lCXOV89Xlo8aQk4D68BbJbvkUUghEM" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="575" data-original-width="835" height="586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOrw2TxiR5h23q84Ms9KAByr_1YX_1EWVlZyJq9s8vjaUSXpeF3XiRebICRHrfsXzKPt_Ll3JCUU6__tHtMDv8er4HsvuFbL6N0KDqUZaKsRIT4FlZ75SoGj9xQFrEZpL3-kTbKKVQL9YPuJk1QeM_hdKXBk5W0lCXOV89Xlo8aQk4D68BbJbvkUUghEM=w853-h586" width="853" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Debra Jo Rupp, Marion Ross, and Kurtwood Smith on &lt;i&gt;That '70s Show&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;H&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;appy Days&lt;/i&gt; (1974-1984) was part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;of a nostalgia cycle that started in the late 1960s and kept going well into the 1980s, leaving numerous TV shows, movies, stage musicals, and albums in its wake. When &lt;i&gt;Happy Days&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;finally breathed its last in the summer of 1984, you'd think the cycle was truly over, too. Nope. Not even close. Robert Zemeckis' &lt;i&gt;Back to the Future &lt;/i&gt;(1985) showed that there was plenty of juice left in that particular turnip. &lt;i&gt;Stand by Me &lt;/i&gt;(1986) and &lt;i&gt;Dirty Dancing &lt;/i&gt;(1987) proved it was no fluke. With &lt;i&gt;The Wonder Years &lt;/i&gt;(1988-1993), nostalgia returned to television. By then, the bygone era being wistfully evoked was the late 1960s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so it continued. One of the big trends of the 1990s was nostalgia for the 1970s, though the nostalgia for that decade was about half-sincere and half-sarcastic. The pinnacle of this phenomenon was Fox's rambunctious comedy&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;That '70s Show &lt;/i&gt;(1998-2006). Much more so than &lt;i&gt;The Wonder Years&lt;/i&gt;—which was a thoughtful, occasionally weighty series—&lt;i&gt;That '70s Show &lt;/i&gt;was the obvious spiritual successor to &lt;i&gt;Happy Days&lt;/i&gt;. Like &lt;i&gt;Happy Days&lt;/i&gt;, it followed a group of average Midwestern teenagers through various social, romantic, scholastic, and domestic adventures. Both shows were even set in Wisconsin and both shows existed largely to entertain rather than educate or enlighten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During its initial run,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Happy Days&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;acknowledged its sitcom roots by welcoming classic guest stars like Danny Thomas, Elinor Donahue, Harriet Nelson, and Jane Wyatt. &lt;i&gt;That '70s Show&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;did something very similar by casting Marion Ross from &lt;i&gt;Happy Days &lt;/i&gt;as Bernice, the demanding mother of patriarch Red Forman (Kurtwood Smith). In the November 1998 episode &lt;a href="https://thesedaysareours.libsyn.com/episode-312-upstairs-downstairs-or-encyclopedia-blues" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;"Sunday, Bloody Sunday,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bernice has a longstanding grudge against Red's wife Kitty (Debra Jo Rupp), and it's up to Red and Kitty's son Eric (Topher Grace) to keep the peace. Or try to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week on &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://thesedaysareours.libsyn.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;These Days Are Ours: A Happy Days Podcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, we discuss&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;That '70s Show&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Marion Ross' participation therein. We review "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" and talk about how our feelings toward &lt;i&gt;That '70s Show &lt;/i&gt;have evolved over the years. We invite you to join us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Movie audiences of the 1930s, &amp;#39;40s, and &amp;#39;50s were accustomed to getting cartoons before features, and studios like Disney, MGM, and Warner Bros. famously produced them by the hundreds. Characters like Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Bugs Bunny, and Tom &amp;amp; Jerry thrived in this medium for decades. This was an era we now call the Golden Age of Animation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But animation was commonplace on television by the 1960s. Ex-MGM animators Joseph Hanna and William Barbera proved that cheap, made-for-TV &amp;#39;toons could be successful, and other producers followed suit. People who wanted to see cartoons could do so at home whenever they wanted, so movie studios phased out their animated shorts over the course of that turbulent decade. From the 1970s on, theatrical cartoons were parceled out only as occasional treats, usually in conjunction with children&amp;#39;s films. That&amp;#39;s the way it still is today. If you see a Pixar feature, for example, you expect a short cartoon first. But you won&amp;#39;t get one with most live-action movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/a-weird-forgotten-chapter-of-simpsons.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjv-o-vfe9cxNw8sM4wRF93MxgI5A4ShUxAa2nhOQHzExceLHjDhULBlN474pHvMPc0bAtJlEDU-kRVOltNA22IGIoVtRlaw5gkR5DXNxtlmeOQmuO1iInMh-1FijPa5SqCiq4xA-5Hp9Kwlo03tZ7G4bRfto8bT-8vQN4Pl0XaeV2eW-68O7d4z1KAAZQ=s72-w865-h595-c" width="72"/></item><item><title>Ed Wood Wednesdays: The Ed Wood Summit Podcast vs. 'Trip from Lesbos' (1967)</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/ed-wood-wednesdays-ed-wood-summit.html</link><category>Ed Wood</category><category>Ed Wood Wednesdays</category><category>Edward D. Wood Jr.</category><category>James Pontolillo</category><category>Rob H</category><category>The Ed Wood Summit Podcast</category><category>W. Paul Apel</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2026 05:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-6231940929591682895</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqe-LBPZSoddvsfGAX2ZX27QW7_tVMtYSFLUuXhpZ8U7T-FHc6oAf9P-SVAR77lsxzrSW14UndMdJP7SRzIxe2iLrg_D8JDSXknTydHnImwVDzPh2cR85vuv3MJpLjlvOYRZ4AMycdUy-f4bj93HSCaVmntXs6kVAazzA0bIbQFRRYNbOr9SEnWU8PcjY/s1041/lesbosheader.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="841" data-original-width="1041" height="704" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqe-LBPZSoddvsfGAX2ZX27QW7_tVMtYSFLUuXhpZ8U7T-FHc6oAf9P-SVAR77lsxzrSW14UndMdJP7SRzIxe2iLrg_D8JDSXknTydHnImwVDzPh2cR85vuv3MJpLjlvOYRZ4AMycdUy-f4bj93HSCaVmntXs6kVAazzA0bIbQFRRYNbOr9SEnWU8PcjY/w870-h704/lesbosheader.PNG" width="870" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week, we try to determine if Ed Wood wrote a forgotten 1967 pulp novel.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;d Wood wrote a hell of a lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;of pulp novels in the 1960s and '70s, most of which can be categorized as "erotic" literature. These books were written for an audience of dirty old men and inexperienced boys. But Eddie didn't write absolutely &lt;i&gt;every &lt;/i&gt;dirty book on the market. He definitely had some competition in his chosen profession. And since he didn't always sign his own name to these tomes, his modern-day fans sometimes have to do some guesswork to determine whether Eddie &lt;i&gt;did &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;did not &lt;/i&gt;write a particular novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, on &lt;i&gt;The Ed Wood Summit Podcast&lt;/i&gt;, I'm part of a panel of experts—along with Rob Huffman, James Pontolillo, and W. Paul Apel—who have gathered to discuss a fairly obscure little novel known as &lt;i&gt;Trip from Lesbos &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;Flight&amp;nbsp;from Lesbos &lt;/i&gt;published by Pad Library (one of Ed's known employers) in 1967. It tells the story of a young lesbian named Jean and what happens to her when she moves to Hollywood, reconnects with an old friend, and makes some new ones. This book has some hallmarks of Eddie's writing of the period, including an angora sweater, but does that mean it's his work? Let's discuss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're interested in reading this book yourself, it's &lt;a href="https://www.triplexbooks.com/catalog/product_info.php?page=91&amp;amp;products_id=30974" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;available from Triple X Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for a mere $2. How can you go wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="473" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pKOiDuccqE0?si=nREhybP2itfegm36" title="YouTube video player" width="840"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqe-LBPZSoddvsfGAX2ZX27QW7_tVMtYSFLUuXhpZ8U7T-FHc6oAf9P-SVAR77lsxzrSW14UndMdJP7SRzIxe2iLrg_D8JDSXknTydHnImwVDzPh2cR85vuv3MJpLjlvOYRZ4AMycdUy-f4bj93HSCaVmntXs6kVAazzA0bIbQFRRYNbOr9SEnWU8PcjY/s72-w870-h704-c/lesbosheader.PNG" width="72"/></item><item><title>My thoughts on 'MST3K: The RiffTrax Experiments (2026): Sting of Death'</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/my-thoughts-on-mst3k-rifftrax.html</link><category>MST3K</category><category>Mystery Science Theater 3000</category><category>RiffTrax</category><category>Sting of Death</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Wed, 9 Sep 2026 22:34:45 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-1864264029361301017</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9ZxHG6wQW_GnqVCmjbYrVf_O9IJb5Qzej3wi6GtxQoYgtVG_24EZ89LKXe10-1SDj33uOyTIyvs5H8QcPR3JlYDlUMT_YsYdXvnu-KgpIq8eAudBwhwB7YPfY_Rj4kYnEB5lPw38l764GiTdMm2W41CR3ZmDiFREu4KF3XjvxTw0XFPJPknu9RF8pn_Y" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="689" data-original-width="965" height="623" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9ZxHG6wQW_GnqVCmjbYrVf_O9IJb5Qzej3wi6GtxQoYgtVG_24EZ89LKXe10-1SDj33uOyTIyvs5H8QcPR3JlYDlUMT_YsYdXvnu-KgpIq8eAudBwhwB7YPfY_Rj4kYnEB5lPw38l764GiTdMm2W41CR3ZmDiFREu4KF3XjvxTw0XFPJPknu9RF8pn_Y=w874-h623" width="874"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crow T. Robot, Mike Nelson, and Tom Servo are back, baby!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;or a show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with a relatively simple premise—a human and two robots watch old, &amp;quot;bad&amp;quot; movies and make fun of them—&lt;i&gt;Mystery Science Theater 3000 &lt;/i&gt;has a remarkably complicated broadcast history, perhaps the most convoluted since &lt;i&gt;SCTV&lt;/i&gt;. Let&amp;#39;s see now. (&lt;i&gt;Deep breath&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivGebqjSZAtcSWAWu-tavWvwWtdEIYV2fyPQga2HIrxu2SZaowpE0bUuZtO6cwZqjFrdM7oZBFr6D3D1ENXzWtuBcXwnbacCciY5IHs7QRY1_1L6xsUF5K24nHeUzh8yhAbtsriRkNR6zsb-prGwz_jYnpgv5eR8Uc8RvcAoId8f-YGoYsFv5akUja12I" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="194" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivGebqjSZAtcSWAWu-tavWvwWtdEIYV2fyPQga2HIrxu2SZaowpE0bUuZtO6cwZqjFrdM7oZBFr6D3D1ENXzWtuBcXwnbacCciY5IHs7QRY1_1L6xsUF5K24nHeUzh8yhAbtsriRkNR6zsb-prGwz_jYnpgv5eR8Uc8RvcAoId8f-YGoYsFv5akUja12I" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It&amp;#39;s baaaaaack!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After beginning as a local show in Minneapolis in 1988, &lt;i&gt;MST3K&lt;/i&gt; moved to a national cable network first known as The Comedy Channel and then Comedy Central for seven seasons (1989-1996) before being canceled. It then ran three more seasons (1997-1999) on The Sci-Fi Channel, was canceled again, then lay dormant until a two-season Netflix revival (2017-2018) nearly two decades later. When Netflix was no longer interested in continuing, series creator Joel Hodgson tried to produce and distribute the show independently for one additional season (2022) before running out of money. And now, thanks to a very successful crowdfunding campaign, the series has re-re-re-re-relaunched in 2026 as &lt;i&gt;MST3K: The RiffTrax Experiments&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way, like any long-running sketch comedy show, &lt;i&gt;MST3K &lt;/i&gt;has seen numerous writers and performers come and go. Hodgson himself left the show during its fifth season on Comedy Central. Some of the show&amp;#39;s alumni have appeared in very &lt;i&gt;MST3K-&lt;/i&gt;like spinoffs of their own, including &lt;i&gt;Cinematic Titanic &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;The Mads are Back&lt;/i&gt;. The longest-lasting and most prolific of these, by far, has been &lt;i&gt;RiffTrax&lt;/i&gt;, featuring the same lineup as the Sci-Fi Channel version of the show: Michael J. Nelson, Kevin Murphy, and Bill Corbett. &lt;i&gt;RiffTrax &lt;/i&gt;launched in 2006 and has steadily produced new material ever since, including numerous episodes that have been shown in movie theaters via Fathom Events. So these guys have been working together fairly steadily in the decades since the Sci-Fi era of the show ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/my-thoughts-on-mst3k-rifftrax.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9ZxHG6wQW_GnqVCmjbYrVf_O9IJb5Qzej3wi6GtxQoYgtVG_24EZ89LKXe10-1SDj33uOyTIyvs5H8QcPR3JlYDlUMT_YsYdXvnu-KgpIq8eAudBwhwB7YPfY_Rj4kYnEB5lPw38l764GiTdMm2W41CR3ZmDiFREu4KF3XjvxTw0XFPJPknu9RF8pn_Y=s72-w874-h623-c" width="72"/></item><item><title>Ed Wood Wednesdays, week 290: Rene Bond (1950-1996): A Dossier</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-290-rene-bond.html</link><category>Ed Wood</category><category>Ed Wood Wednesdays</category><category>Edward D. Wood Jr.</category><category>Necromania</category><category>newspapers</category><category>Rene Bond</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Wed, 9 Sep 2026 05:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-3563049641817387535</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjFXgf29AlKNGLYDDmh6gx18Wj15LXBsQXVQC-McKGl67z_T2HDS5Z0y4rok2jLmMBLgYeLb6pBWMwj3Ewpuq6RhLGtwPY73TJD5SAqTEPKdlN4vJ1UUfg6XvPTS5QvdSBNr_FFWTimndn82Sl82fDeqOJdFNQbvBUwNdsFxQV7F3s_l5zCDBhS_T8u1o" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="626" data-original-width="929" height="588" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjFXgf29AlKNGLYDDmh6gx18Wj15LXBsQXVQC-McKGl67z_T2HDS5Z0y4rok2jLmMBLgYeLb6pBWMwj3Ewpuq6RhLGtwPY73TJD5SAqTEPKdlN4vJ1UUfg6XvPTS5QvdSBNr_FFWTimndn82Sl82fDeqOJdFNQbvBUwNdsFxQV7F3s_l5zCDBhS_T8u1o=w872-h588" width="872"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rene Bond got a healthy amount of press coverage.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;ne thing I have accidentally learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in writing this column for over a decade is that America&amp;#39;s newspapers have a surprisingly spicy, &lt;i&gt;risque&lt;/i&gt; past. Strippers, burlesque houses, and pornographic films were openly advertised in otherwise-ordinary, wholesome daily papers across the country. These were the exact same publications where you&amp;#39;d read Ann Landers or catch up on the latest sports scores. They just treated &amp;quot;adult&amp;quot; advertisers like any other sponsors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the 1960s and &amp;#39;70s, fairly bold ads for X-rated movies would habitually run alongside ads for every other kind of movie on the market. It is not impossible, for example, that you could have seen Gerard Damiano&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;Deep Throat &lt;/i&gt;(1972) being promoted next to Disney&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;Napoleon and Samantha &lt;/i&gt;(1972). This is not an exaggeration. This kind of juxtaposition happened nearly every week for years. I constantly come across this stuff in my research. It&amp;#39;s why we have newspaper clippings related to Ed Wood&amp;#39;s adult films. If they played at an actual movie theater, we probably have ads for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week, I am turning my attention to adult film actress Rene Bond (1950-1996), who starred in Ed Wood&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;Necromania &lt;/i&gt;(1971) and appeared in several more films either written or co-written by Eddie: &lt;i&gt;The Class Reunion &lt;/i&gt;(1972), &lt;i&gt;The Cocktail Hostesses &lt;/i&gt;(1973), &lt;i&gt;Fugitive Girls &lt;/i&gt;(1974), and &lt;i&gt;The Snow Bunnies &lt;/i&gt;(1972). She also appeared in the disputed Wood film &lt;i&gt;Bloomer Girl &lt;/i&gt;(1972). That&amp;#39;s six movies total, more than Tor Johnson, Paul Marco, or Criswell ever did with Ed. Though she occasionally used aliases (including Lilly Lovetree, Lotta Rocks, and Rosemary Camelot), Rene also worked under her own name and was definitely not shy about publicity. So I decided to see what America&amp;#39;s newspapers had to say about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-290-rene-bond.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjFXgf29AlKNGLYDDmh6gx18Wj15LXBsQXVQC-McKGl67z_T2HDS5Z0y4rok2jLmMBLgYeLb6pBWMwj3Ewpuq6RhLGtwPY73TJD5SAqTEPKdlN4vJ1UUfg6XvPTS5QvdSBNr_FFWTimndn82Sl82fDeqOJdFNQbvBUwNdsFxQV7F3s_l5zCDBhS_T8u1o=s72-w872-h588-c" width="72"/></item><item><title>Podcast Tuesday: "Your Kids Caught You Smoking and They Said No Way"</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/podcast-tuesday-your-kids-caught-you.html</link><category>cancer</category><category>Happy Days</category><category>Let's Call it Quits</category><category>podcasting</category><category>smoking</category><category>television</category><category>These Days Are Ours</category><category>TV</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Tue, 8 Sep 2026 09:36:22 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-3690749593286153496</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUEQ_HjKXcEBJleH7_6O8LYjk76q9Hoi_sFTYmCALZ86DITWhwyuiFufBVLWgEt51iqfSFWjhfM3Omc4nFnVgdLRn4RALrDNg-TKPmUDBx0MpcB4s2Qxvh6n1hbhDepTrZSaFBAIS3re3yYmrmzL_CExS7PzT-76IklDiaS7gvw6bP7S9JiKgUtZMN70M" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="977" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUEQ_HjKXcEBJleH7_6O8LYjk76q9Hoi_sFTYmCALZ86DITWhwyuiFufBVLWgEt51iqfSFWjhfM3Omc4nFnVgdLRn4RALrDNg-TKPmUDBx0MpcB4s2Qxvh6n1hbhDepTrZSaFBAIS3re3yYmrmzL_CExS7PzT-76IklDiaS7gvw6bP7S9JiKgUtZMN70M=w883-h540" width="883" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tom Bosley and Marion Ross in &lt;i&gt;Let's Call it Quits&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;long with the many, many laws and rules &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;we have to follow in our daily lives, we are also given innumerable warnings about our health and safety. Don't do drugs. Get eight hours of sleep. Brush your teeth. Eat your vegetables. Look both ways before you cross the street. Since human beings are typically averse to being bossed around, I think there is a strong temptation to ignore &lt;i&gt;all &lt;/i&gt;of this stuff. &lt;i&gt;To hell with them!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll do what I want! &lt;/i&gt;And I sympathize with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But there are some warnings I wish we would have heeded sooner as a society. It certainly would have been better, for instance, if we'd all given up on smoking as soon as the Surgeon General's report came out in 1964. But we didn't. We kept right on smoking for decades, and it led to a lot of needless suffering and death. Only now, in the 21st century, are cigarettes starting to lose their grip on us. (Of course, they're only being replaced by vape pens, but, you know... baby steps.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over the years, there were many attempts to get Americans to kick the habit. In 1974, the American Cancer Society produced a half-hour, sitcom-like film called &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://thesedaysareours.libsyn.com/episode-311-your-kids-caught-you-smoking-and-they-said-no-way" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;Let's Call it Quits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;starring Tom Bosley and Marion Ross of &lt;i&gt;Happy Days &lt;/i&gt;and filmed on the set of &lt;i&gt;The Brady Bunch&lt;/i&gt;. This week on &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://thesedaysareours.libsyn.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;These Days Are Ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;we talk about that film and our feelings on smoking in general. Please do join us. And don't smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUEQ_HjKXcEBJleH7_6O8LYjk76q9Hoi_sFTYmCALZ86DITWhwyuiFufBVLWgEt51iqfSFWjhfM3Omc4nFnVgdLRn4RALrDNg-TKPmUDBx0MpcB4s2Qxvh6n1hbhDepTrZSaFBAIS3re3yYmrmzL_CExS7PzT-76IklDiaS7gvw6bP7S9JiKgUtZMN70M=s72-w883-h540-c" width="72"/></item><item><title>The unsolvable riddle that is 'Monster a Go-Go' (1965)</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/the-unsolvable-riddle-that-is-monster.html</link><category>Bill Rebane</category><category>Herschell Gordon Lewis</category><category>horror movies</category><category>John Waters</category><category>Monster a Go Go</category><category>movies</category><category>MST3K</category><category>science fiction</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Fri, 4 Sep 2026 15:39:40 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-7374132315076587115</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4FTaVecHm8713mtWAorPKuI_3OhxpPPHjkD6ZE4QoSP5ubZAEmO-OPKTi9jSuy9-P-_RBA5DwkgGmFk3uG_xBTzH0rDPVtIcHIKUWDMMGXcOFZG9o9KdPhwO24_wpYRMg7W6qKhs-9FQurMsA3vgo0qHmx5e6-QKBJnxvIuDvlo2IhgX8A537gzOTB4Q" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="1075" height="635" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4FTaVecHm8713mtWAorPKuI_3OhxpPPHjkD6ZE4QoSP5ubZAEmO-OPKTi9jSuy9-P-_RBA5DwkgGmFk3uG_xBTzH0rDPVtIcHIKUWDMMGXcOFZG9o9KdPhwO24_wpYRMg7W6qKhs-9FQurMsA3vgo0qHmx5e6-QKBJnxvIuDvlo2IhgX8A537gzOTB4Q=w857-h635" width="857"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Herschell Gordon Lewis tried to make something marketable out of an unfinished Bill Rebane film.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjarmyzOB77eLIkKc8Pckpq4TIZYMRs0h4D4KX-fidAX6nhMiIMk8ZQTD70laruMLHlPJ55-CDP0-LJxnTmFx5TJfTu-nrC1_fAIzC4mLrV7qX1qKH0q1HtPrFgQhrc1iIZM_79-S83_psc1uvzmvyUrgeL6FtY2MWU2dHvrAwJT-npLEU8mVhIGwIKr8M" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="657" data-original-width="459" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjarmyzOB77eLIkKc8Pckpq4TIZYMRs0h4D4KX-fidAX6nhMiIMk8ZQTD70laruMLHlPJ55-CDP0-LJxnTmFx5TJfTu-nrC1_fAIzC4mLrV7qX1qKH0q1HtPrFgQhrc1iIZM_79-S83_psc1uvzmvyUrgeL6FtY2MWU2dHvrAwJT-npLEU8mVhIGwIKr8M=w246-h351" width="246"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;An ad for the film.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;f I asked you to imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;the movies that typically wound up on &lt;i&gt;Mystery Science Theater 3000&lt;/i&gt;, you&amp;#39;d probably think of those crummy, low-budget science-fiction and horror films made between the 1950s and the 1970s. These were shoddily-produced exploitation flicks that were shipped out to undiscriminating drive-in audiences across America for decades. These quickies were relentlessly hawked through hyperbolic trailers, posters, and radio ads that routinely made promises the actual movies—often slow-moving, static, and talky—could never keep. They featured unconvincing monsters, aliens, spaceships, and mad scientists, and they had attention-grabbing titles, often containing words like &amp;quot;space,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;attack,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;creature,&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;invasion.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As silly as these movies were, there&amp;#39;s a kind of innocence or naivete to them. Eventually, as home video supplanted the drive-ins, exploitation movies increased the amount of sex and violence, and the old-school, &lt;i&gt;MST3K&lt;/i&gt;-style movies started looking a little quaint in comparison. Today, these movies are mostly seen as curios of a bygone era, beloved by some, despised by a few, and ignored by most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you stand &lt;i&gt;way &lt;/i&gt;back and squint, &lt;i&gt;Monster a Go-Go&lt;/i&gt; (1965) is the very kind of movie I&amp;#39;ve been describing. It was even used on &lt;i&gt;MST3K &lt;/i&gt;in 1993 during the show&amp;#39;s fourth season on Comedy Central. In the broadest sense, the film is typical genre fare. The plot goes something like this: an American space capsule has crash-landed in a field in Illinois. On board is astronaut Frank Douglas, but radiation has transformed him into a hideous, eight-foot-tall, &lt;i&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/i&gt;-like monster with blisters all over his face. Still wearing his spacesuit, he mindlessly roams the area, occasionally murdering civilians. The military tries to locate Douglas and put a stop to his rampage. Meanwhile, scientists attempt to come up with an antidote for his condition, and Frank&amp;#39;s grieving family worries about him. Complicating matters is the fact that Douglas is highly radioactive. It all leads to a tense finale set in the Chicago sewers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/the-unsolvable-riddle-that-is-monster.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4FTaVecHm8713mtWAorPKuI_3OhxpPPHjkD6ZE4QoSP5ubZAEmO-OPKTi9jSuy9-P-_RBA5DwkgGmFk3uG_xBTzH0rDPVtIcHIKUWDMMGXcOFZG9o9KdPhwO24_wpYRMg7W6qKhs-9FQurMsA3vgo0qHmx5e6-QKBJnxvIuDvlo2IhgX8A537gzOTB4Q=s72-w857-h635-c" width="72"/></item><item><title>Ed Wood Wednesdays, week 289: The screenplay for 'The Sun Was Setting' (1951)</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-289-screenplay.html</link><category>Ed Wood</category><category>Ed Wood Wednesdays</category><category>Edward D. Wood Jr.</category><category>scripts</category><category>The Sun Was Setting</category><category>writing</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Wed, 2 Sep 2026 05:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-4239544979098069752</guid><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBc5a1ckIz19W0QxdOd9vj4zor3Stw4z5cfO3LoX8X_EqCi_QMuENP7xm6D_yz9RlsnNo9YwT9Mlx98Eh36MJU1mugduGICEJjP3z7V1VsRrgWJvYFC4BRp2CVNu5olPWwdyOPgev68_NqwI95rbxOdNup3JD22DGpaT7vDMf6qvT-_J4XY1s9tepFoA8/s924/sunsettingheader.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="629" data-original-width="924" height="601" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBc5a1ckIz19W0QxdOd9vj4zor3Stw4z5cfO3LoX8X_EqCi_QMuENP7xm6D_yz9RlsnNo9YwT9Mlx98Eh36MJU1mugduGICEJjP3z7V1VsRrgWJvYFC4BRp2CVNu5olPWwdyOPgev68_NqwI95rbxOdNup3JD22DGpaT7vDMf6qvT-_J4XY1s9tepFoA8/w882-h601/sunsettingheader.PNG" width="882"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;quot;You horrible room!&amp;quot;: Angela Stevens as June Drake in Ed Wood&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;The Sun Was Setting&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;ere&amp;#39;s a quirk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;of B-movie history for you. At least three of Ed Wood&amp;#39;s unproduced screenplays have been published in book form: &lt;i&gt;The Vampire&amp;#39;s Tomb &lt;/i&gt;(1954)&lt;i&gt;, The Ghoul Goes West &lt;/i&gt;(1953-55)&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;The Frank Leahy Legend &lt;/i&gt;(1974). But only two of Eddie&amp;#39;s produced scripts have ever been published to my knowledge: &lt;i&gt;Plan 9 from Outer Space &lt;/i&gt;(1957) and &lt;i&gt;Bride of the Monster &lt;/i&gt;(1955). I&amp;#39;d love to analyze and scrutinize Eddie&amp;#39;s screenplays more closely—both the ones that &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; made and the ones that &lt;i&gt;weren&amp;#39;t&lt;/i&gt;—but they&amp;#39;re just not available to me. I have no idea how people get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the case of Eddie&amp;#39;s made-for-TV melodrama &lt;i&gt;The Sun Was Setting&lt;/i&gt; (1951), I thought I&amp;#39;d take matters into my own hands and recreate the script myself by carefully transcribing the finished film. This is not the first time I&amp;#39;ve done something like this. Years ago, I &lt;a href="https://d2rights.blogspot.com/2017/03/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-65-glen-or.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;painstakingly transcribed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;Glen or Glenda &lt;/i&gt;(1953). But that transcript is still a mess in terms of formatting. Perhaps someday, I will finish it. &lt;i&gt;The Sun Was Setting &lt;/i&gt;is more manageable, due to its shorter runtime. In any event, it is my hope that this quasi-script will give us an opportunity to see how Ed Wood constructed a screen story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE BEFORE WE CONTINUE&lt;/b&gt;: This is &lt;u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; in any way, shape, or form the actual screenplay that Ed Wood used when making the movie. It is purely a fan-made work. It is not formatted as a standard Hollywood script would be. Instead, this material is presented in a form that I feel would be more easily readable. If you feel you can do better, you likely can and should. In fact, I invite you to do so. J.B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/09/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-289-screenplay.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBc5a1ckIz19W0QxdOd9vj4zor3Stw4z5cfO3LoX8X_EqCi_QMuENP7xm6D_yz9RlsnNo9YwT9Mlx98Eh36MJU1mugduGICEJjP3z7V1VsRrgWJvYFC4BRp2CVNu5olPWwdyOPgev68_NqwI95rbxOdNup3JD22DGpaT7vDMf6qvT-_J4XY1s9tepFoA8/s72-w882-h601-c/sunsettingheader.PNG" width="72"/></item><item><title>So I watched 'Coyote vs. Acme' and...</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/08/so-i-watched-coyote-vs-acme-and.html</link><category>animation</category><category>cartoons</category><category>Coyote vs. Acme</category><category>Looney Tunes</category><category>movies</category><category>Will Forte</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2026 14:58:33 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-855743486816996832</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEdHbNKQDhTpTz3srQFlLGNa1_M5xT36SSlndRIBjYfP9BlDqVzuk3w8m5JRJraTCjEJCfJJW5opIzV3W1bf0hLwpmWcLEXLhtZY4AhJGvGNLEZ54jjcaDUvp2Jnt746QbwPmEzGIATdZJkiFcfgnqpmKYApoiYhoKd8vwTBvFd2ITXeTu4319tYcVbYM" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1142" height="574" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEdHbNKQDhTpTz3srQFlLGNa1_M5xT36SSlndRIBjYfP9BlDqVzuk3w8m5JRJraTCjEJCfJJW5opIzV3W1bf0hLwpmWcLEXLhtZY4AhJGvGNLEZ54jjcaDUvp2Jnt746QbwPmEzGIATdZJkiFcfgnqpmKYApoiYhoKd8vwTBvFd2ITXeTu4319tYcVbYM=w871-h574" width="871"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wile E. Coyote and Will Forte team up in &lt;i&gt;Coyote vs. Acme&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtWwB6zZd_mFwiz6-MWVoMZhetfi1xbnQhS7L2D6nWidM9mV6Y5DtBTok_OOistAMGLUpOV9UEwsIRK2R1aSw2UmipXJXpNE24-TtAlP_dCRrynRf0AULrxLRSv7RHoEeLEUMgZwZHPmwjZhTZVUJUodos3Ox7mVeaLY_7nYz3RmyEJchkP09IYKWis3w" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="691" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtWwB6zZd_mFwiz6-MWVoMZhetfi1xbnQhS7L2D6nWidM9mV6Y5DtBTok_OOistAMGLUpOV9UEwsIRK2R1aSw2UmipXJXpNE24-TtAlP_dCRrynRf0AULrxLRSv7RHoEeLEUMgZwZHPmwjZhTZVUJUodos3Ox7mVeaLY_7nYz3RmyEJchkP09IYKWis3w=w233-h291" width="233"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;An uphill climb to the big screen.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;t&amp;#39;s not often I review &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;recent movies on this blog. Then again, it&amp;#39;s rare that I actually watch any film made in this century. Or this &lt;i&gt;millennium&lt;/i&gt;, come to think of it. It&amp;#39;s not that I&amp;#39;m against current movies; I just have so much &lt;i&gt;old &lt;/i&gt;stuff to review that I don&amp;#39;t get around to the new stuff that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I made an exception for Dave Green&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;Coyote vs. Acme &lt;/i&gt;(2026), the long-delayed feature film that Warner Bros. shelved for tax purposes several years ago, now finally released through the intercession of a company called Ketchup Entertainment. If you&amp;#39;re reading this blog, you probably don&amp;#39;t need me to explain what this movie is. You already know the characters and the basic plot. Like me, you grew up with &lt;i&gt;Looney Tunes &lt;/i&gt;and its cadre of wacky animated characters: Wile E. Coyote, Road Runner, Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, etc. You&amp;#39;re probably also familiar with the fictional Acme Corporation and its wide variety of faulty products.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what did I think of &lt;i&gt;Coyote vs. Acme&lt;/i&gt;? Short answer: I liked it. It&amp;#39;s inventive, amusing, and well-made, and an elaborate tribute to the cartoons I loved in my youth. I recommend it unreservedly to &lt;i&gt;Looney Tunes &lt;/i&gt;fanatics, especially those who also happen to be fans of actor and comedian Will Forte. In the past, Will has demonstrated his range on such shows as &lt;i&gt;Saturday Night Live, The Great North, &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;i&gt; The Last Man on Earth, &lt;/i&gt;plus such feature films as &lt;i&gt;MacGruber &lt;/i&gt;(2010) and &lt;i&gt;Nebraska &lt;/i&gt;(2014). If you&amp;#39;ve witnessed Mr. Forte at work, you likely do not need to be sold on his talents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do I have anything of particular value to say about &lt;i&gt;Coyote vs. Acme&lt;/i&gt;? Any special insight to bring to this material? Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/08/so-i-watched-coyote-vs-acme-and.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEdHbNKQDhTpTz3srQFlLGNa1_M5xT36SSlndRIBjYfP9BlDqVzuk3w8m5JRJraTCjEJCfJJW5opIzV3W1bf0hLwpmWcLEXLhtZY4AhJGvGNLEZ54jjcaDUvp2Jnt746QbwPmEzGIATdZJkiFcfgnqpmKYApoiYhoKd8vwTBvFd2ITXeTu4319tYcVbYM=s72-w871-h574-c" width="72"/></item><item><title>Ed Wood Wednesdays, week 288: 'Invisible Ghost' (1941) and 'Deanimated' (2002)</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/08/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-288-invisible.html</link><category>Bela Lugosi</category><category>Deanimated</category><category>Ed Wood</category><category>Ed Wood Wednesdays</category><category>Edward D. Wood Jr.</category><category>Martin Arnold</category><category>The Invisible Ghost</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2026 05:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-1232154315777368409</guid><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVbr1GJSJcy_I5EDrsO_7gwtb-oELx5nV8g4Vd6JUuwb7ohSYqAU6kmDE6upALKZ1hqF_gmJGFz_GP35MiQKLV5gEPzKpehasfTsoWBqS_AvicTkhP5mXlCDtOYJGw6FbyWt_cuUWL5Ou2mLjXNebWQAqoRYLQgk9fWEjSof612Rz_WCz2rP9YmqCgKs/s878/deanimatedheader.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="606" data-original-width="878" height="607" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVbr1GJSJcy_I5EDrsO_7gwtb-oELx5nV8g4Vd6JUuwb7ohSYqAU6kmDE6upALKZ1hqF_gmJGFz_GP35MiQKLV5gEPzKpehasfTsoWBqS_AvicTkhP5mXlCDtOYJGw6FbyWt_cuUWL5Ou2mLjXNebWQAqoRYLQgk9fWEjSof612Rz_WCz2rP9YmqCgKs/w879-h607/deanimatedheader.PNG" width="879"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artist Martin Arnold did some interesting things to &lt;i&gt;The Invisible Ghost &lt;/i&gt;(1941).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;t was a long way down for Bela Lugosi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;We know that his Hollywood career peaked with his indelible, much-imitated portrayal of the title role in Tod Browning&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;Dracula &lt;/i&gt;(1931) for Universal. Over time, however, the Hungarian actor&amp;#39;s fortunes were plagued by numerous factors: typecasting, shifting audience tastes, plus Lugosi&amp;#39;s thick accent and ruinous drug addiction. By the 1950s, when he started working with Edward D. Wood, Jr., his once-sparkling career was utterly in the doldrums. &lt;i&gt;Any &lt;/i&gt;work was welcome. Hence &lt;i&gt;Glen or Glenda &lt;/i&gt;(1953), &lt;i&gt;Bride of the Monster &lt;/i&gt;(1955), and the posthumously released &lt;i&gt;Plan 9 from Outer Space &lt;/i&gt;(1957).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Bela&amp;#39;s career was vast and varied. By the time he made &lt;i&gt;Dracula&lt;/i&gt;, he&amp;#39;d already accumulated numerous movie credits, foreign and domestic. From 1917 to 1921, he appeared in silent films made in Hungary and Germany. From 1923 onward, he appeared in American-made films, first silent then sound. And all this was in addition to maintaining an extremely active stage career. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the turbulent decades between &lt;i&gt;Dracula &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Glen or Glenda&lt;/i&gt;, Lugosi made dozens of films of wildly varying quality, ranging from major studio productions to low-budget B-movies and serials. In 1941, Lugosi began a productive if not exactly glamorous association with a Poverty Row studio called &lt;a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/1629334286?lv=shuf&amp;amp;channelId=500&amp;amp;plpRedirect=mhFallback" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;Monogram Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Nine films in total eventuated from this. For a detailed and thoughtful analysis of this era, I&amp;#39;d highly recommend Gary D. Rhodes and Robert Guffey&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;Bela Lugosi and the Monogram Nine &lt;/i&gt;(2019). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/08/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-288-invisible.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVbr1GJSJcy_I5EDrsO_7gwtb-oELx5nV8g4Vd6JUuwb7ohSYqAU6kmDE6upALKZ1hqF_gmJGFz_GP35MiQKLV5gEPzKpehasfTsoWBqS_AvicTkhP5mXlCDtOYJGw6FbyWt_cuUWL5Ou2mLjXNebWQAqoRYLQgk9fWEjSof612Rz_WCz2rP9YmqCgKs/s72-w879-h607-c/deanimatedheader.PNG" width="72"/></item><item><title>Podcast Tuesday: "We Have Nothing To Fear But OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT THING OVER THERE?"</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/08/podcast-tuesday-we-have-nothing-to-fear.html</link><category>Erin Moran</category><category>Galaxy of Terror</category><category>Happy Days</category><category>podcasting</category><category>Roger Corman</category><category>television</category><category>These Days Are Ours</category><category>TV</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2026 10:22:47 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-5267836203356506222</guid><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PSaTaB37UfjZkfYjQ6rSQYaQY1MyhjgeZJuFe9X5sW0ByCymt4KG3vo0TQ9hDo6JPFZNEQPQmr84cH1TyvE6uSMcO6OpyHsxmC_Tw-2rrW68NBNlA7__CkVUgwZU046E2j6gMb5ST9yrMmrhvGhTdkqMfIGw4H4Mt21En2wIEBCPMsbiodEB6Fs50ME/s1750/galaxyofterror2.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="1017" data-original-width="1750" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6PSaTaB37UfjZkfYjQ6rSQYaQY1MyhjgeZJuFe9X5sW0ByCymt4KG3vo0TQ9hDo6JPFZNEQPQmr84cH1TyvE6uSMcO6OpyHsxmC_Tw-2rrW68NBNlA7__CkVUgwZU046E2j6gMb5ST9yrMmrhvGhTdkqMfIGw4H4Mt21En2wIEBCPMsbiodEB6Fs50ME/w874-h508/galaxyofterror2.PNG" width="874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erin Moran in &lt;i&gt;Galaxy of Terror &lt;/i&gt;(1981).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;he actors on long-running sitcoms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;can get antsy sometimes. Playing the same character every week, year after year. Same jokes, same stories. It gets old after a while. Worse yet, the public gets the idea that playing this &lt;i&gt;one &lt;/i&gt;character is all you can do. There is no surer career-killer than being typecast in a sitcom role. And so, TV actors tend to glom onto whatever movie offers come their way. Anything to prove they have a little range.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During his seven-season run on &lt;i&gt;Happy Days&lt;/i&gt;, for instance, Ron Howard appeared&amp;nbsp;in &lt;i&gt;Eat My Dust &lt;/i&gt;(1976), &lt;i&gt;The Shootist &lt;/i&gt;(1976), and &lt;i&gt;More American Graffiti &lt;/i&gt;(1979) as well as the made-for-TV movies&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Huckleberry Finn &lt;/i&gt;(1975) and &lt;i&gt;I'm a Fool &lt;/i&gt;(1977). He also directed the made-for-TV movie &lt;i&gt;Cotton Candy &lt;/i&gt;(1978) and the feature film &lt;i&gt;Grand Theft Auto&lt;/i&gt; (1977).&amp;nbsp;Meanwhile, Ron's costar Henry Winkler stayed for all 11 seasons of &lt;i&gt;Happy Days&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;but still managed to find some extracurricular acting work, like the movies &lt;i&gt;Heroes &lt;/i&gt;(1977) and &lt;i&gt;The One and Only &lt;/i&gt;(1978), plus the made-for-TV movie &lt;i&gt;An American Christmas Carol &lt;/i&gt;(1979).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But what of young Erin Moran, who played Joanie Cunningham on &lt;i&gt;Happy Days&lt;/i&gt;? People may think that this sitcom and its spinoff &lt;i&gt;Joanie Loves Chachi&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;were the only major projects Erin ever worked on. But her resume is more diverse than that. For instance, between the eighth and ninth seasons of the show in 1981, Erin acted in a sci-fi thriller called &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://thesedaysareours.libsyn.com/episode-310-we-have-nothing-to-fear-but-oh-my-god-what-is-that-thing-over-there" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;Galaxy of Terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;produced by Roger Corman, who had previously produced both &lt;i&gt;Grand Theft Auto &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Eat My Dust&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you may have already guessed by now, we are reviewing &lt;i&gt;Galaxy of Terror &lt;/i&gt;on this week's installment of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://thesedaysareours.libsyn.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;These Days Are Ours: A Happy Days Podcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Hit the play button down there to learn more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In interviews, she talked about how the producers of &lt;i&gt;The Donna Reed Show &lt;/i&gt;(1958-1966) strongarmed both her and costar Paul Petersen into recording pop singles. The makers of the sitcom were apparently eager to replicate the multimedia success of Ricky Nelson from &lt;i&gt;The Adventures of Ozzie &amp;amp; Harriet &lt;/i&gt;and made it clear that, if Shelley didn&amp;#39;t comply, she&amp;#39;d be written out of the show. And so, in late 1961, she became a reluctant pop star. Shelley recalled being extremely nervous to step into an actual recording studio, surrounded by talented professional musicians, but she somehow got through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwpyV-2x-968oin9hnbvLvGtioH-XoUwcy7nUml10a2a81Es9d6xaIBfPwoz0eKuq69fdHMpsUA8LUAohkgXHSkJbbeyEP88MSBOXlD_94qMebBSOyH6yX9qS9MqOgvNaNony4zvOTyGG9e8a0ZFbixZfJYbih4QkV00ZEUzcdj_xElRZ90uaKdcr-A3c" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="299" data-original-width="300" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwpyV-2x-968oin9hnbvLvGtioH-XoUwcy7nUml10a2a81Es9d6xaIBfPwoz0eKuq69fdHMpsUA8LUAohkgXHSkJbbeyEP88MSBOXlD_94qMebBSOyH6yX9qS9MqOgvNaNony4zvOTyGG9e8a0ZFbixZfJYbih4QkV00ZEUzcdj_xElRZ90uaKdcr-A3c=w271-h270" width="271"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shelley&amp;#39;s big musical moment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The song she recorded, a winsome ballad called &amp;quot;Johnny Angel,&amp;quot; debuted on February 1, 1962 during a fourth season episode of &lt;i&gt;The Donna Reed Show &lt;/i&gt;called &amp;quot;Donna&amp;#39;s Prima Donna.&amp;quot; The public&amp;#39;s response was simply overwhelming. By April 1962, &amp;quot;Johnny Angel&amp;quot; was the most popular song in America. Shelley was still no singer, and her music career was not sustainable for long. While she had a few more charting singles, including a direct sequel to &amp;quot;Johnny Angel,&amp;quot; Shelley largely stuck to acting for the rest of her life. Later in her career, she was a regular on the popular ABC sitcom &lt;i&gt;Coach&lt;/i&gt;, which ran from 1989 to 1997. Shelley Fabares&amp;#39; musical legacy is largely limited to this one song: two minutes and 19 seconds of audio cotton candy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for &lt;i&gt;The Donna Reed Show&lt;/i&gt;, it lasted four more seasons and eventually became a staple of syndicated reruns. I&amp;#39;m sure many people of my generation, born well after the original run of the show, became familiar with &lt;i&gt;Donna Reed &lt;/i&gt;because of its frequent airings on Nickelodeon and Nick at Nite. What distinguishes this series is that it has nothing to distinguish it. Unlike &lt;i&gt;The Honeymooners &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;I Love Lucy&lt;/i&gt;, it is not built around a wild comedian with an over-the-top personality. It doesn&amp;#39;t tap into &amp;quot;kid logic&amp;quot; the way &lt;i&gt;Leave it to Beaver &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Dennis the Menace &lt;/i&gt;do. It doesn&amp;#39;t even have an unusual family structure, like &lt;i&gt;My Three Sons &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;The Brady Bunch&lt;/i&gt;. Nope, it&amp;#39;s just an unadorned, straight-down-the-line sitcom about a nuclear family in mid-20th-century America. This is exactly the kind of blandly wholesome show that inspired Gary Ross&amp;#39; film &lt;i&gt;Pleasantville &lt;/i&gt;(1998).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/08/the-enduring-plane-jane-beauty-of.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgl9hCnkJWU6P3dIdsPzgC8p3jD6Uipdykcu3kbAjMyjpHWoueoD91nU-YCDsfjOOQi0eBBVuSY-3iIZ1lwqHm5Xq2ApOXrw_RCVNa5bCQYKOJaFhgHqq4AnygnxHCe-c2r0hv6WiVnyhlz7AJzXM-WSTtLmRwLTlH2j3of0aa1qGHrU_g1oqhoF5Pi5xU=s72-w885-h529-c" width="72"/></item><item><title>Ed Wood Wednesdays, week 287: 'Songs from the Ed Wood Zone' (2007)</title><link>http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/08/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-287-songs-from.html</link><category>alternative rock</category><category>Ed Wood</category><category>Ed Wood Wednesdays</category><category>Edward D. Wood Jr.</category><category>music</category><category>Songs from the Ed Wood Zone</category><category>The Best Show on WFMU</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joe Blevins)</author><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2026 05:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970288020946564595.post-1911226585253586904</guid><description>&lt;div class="read-aloud"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEic3CC6NjtSr7Lgf2GOeNLqQ2UezTT3pqgLPPMlkyp35OQB-r7FPdCgMBqxfq8Uhq8Ap3Wb_DmghmdCysH-3P8vn5F734eJxmC9AHIpuybvZdo7a0-F4C-3pqM_4EAkTiAA8isyn_hdwBVJ-u48bwiuwsuAoCs0K-rOYXneKGNBDm9Fa0z-4bf74Qb1nFI" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" data-original-height="737" data-original-width="1013" height="635" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEic3CC6NjtSr7Lgf2GOeNLqQ2UezTT3pqgLPPMlkyp35OQB-r7FPdCgMBqxfq8Uhq8Ap3Wb_DmghmdCysH-3P8vn5F734eJxmC9AHIpuybvZdo7a0-F4C-3pqM_4EAkTiAA8isyn_hdwBVJ-u48bwiuwsuAoCs0K-rOYXneKGNBDm9Fa0z-4bf74Qb1nFI=w872-h635" width="872"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gang&amp;#39;s all here! (artwork by Libby Reid)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"&gt;here&amp;#39;s something about Ed Wood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; specifically the low-budget sci-fi/horror films he made in the 1950s, that inspires creativity in others. But why is that? I think it&amp;#39;s because artists look at Ed and see a man who created highly distinctive, idiosyncratic work despite every conceivable obstacle. People watch his cheap but endearing movies and think, &amp;quot;He somehow got this insane movie made and released. What&amp;#39;s my excuse?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="read-aloud" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even in his prime, Eddie had little money or access to resources, so his films feature laughable props, wobbly sets, and frequent continuity errors. His actors are often misfits and eccentrics, people who look and speak so strangely that they barely seem to belong to the human race. And Eddie&amp;#39;s scripts, both in their plots and their dialogue, represent the deeply weird and personal sensibility of the author. Ed Wood just had a kooky, cockeyed way of looking at the world, and he managed to incorporate his own off-kilter ideas into stories of aliens, zombies, monsters, and flying saucers. Add to this the fact that Ed Wood was a cross-dressing alcoholic, and it&amp;#39;s a minor miracle that his movies exist at all. &lt;i&gt;But they do&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="read-aloud" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over the years, I have reviewed numerous Ed Wood-inspired works, ranging from &lt;a href="https://d2rights.blogspot.com/2024/05/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-189-ed-wood-jr.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;comic books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="https://d2rights.blogspot.com/2025/09/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-242-house-that.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"&gt;short films&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Today, however, I am turning my attention to an obscure EP from 2007 called &lt;i&gt;Songs from the Ed Wood Zone, &lt;/i&gt;which contains ditties about Tor Johnson, Bela Lugosi, and more. What, you&amp;#39;ve never heard of it? Well, I only encountered it because it kept turning up in my search results when I was looking for other Ed Wood-related material online. At first, I&amp;#39;d find it a little annoying (&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, not this again!&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;), but then I realized I should actually &lt;i&gt;listen &lt;/i&gt;to the damned thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2rights.blogspot.com/2026/08/ed-wood-wednesdays-week-287-songs-from.html#more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var infolinks_pid = 3415273; var infolinks_wsid = 0; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//resources.infolinks.com/js/infolinks_main.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEic3CC6NjtSr7Lgf2GOeNLqQ2UezTT3pqgLPPMlkyp35OQB-r7FPdCgMBqxfq8Uhq8Ap3Wb_DmghmdCysH-3P8vn5F734eJxmC9AHIpuybvZdo7a0-F4C-3pqM_4EAkTiAA8isyn_hdwBVJ-u48bwiuwsuAoCs0K-rOYXneKGNBDm9Fa0z-4bf74Qb1nFI=s72-w872-h635-c" width="72"/></item></channel></rss>