Elle vs 'B' (just because)...

There's Humoresque. And Queen Bee. Female On The Beach. Rain. Whatever Happened To Baby Jane? All films that have made a signifigant impact on my life. On me. Also, there's Halloween, The Wizard of Oz, A.I., Over The Edge (literally the story of my life), Who'll Stop The Rain?, Blade Runner, Imitation of Life, Death-Proof and Ran. Movies that woke up some dormant nook of my mind. It's scary to think who I'd be if I hadn't discovered these.

Eight years ago (Geez, has it been that long?), I saw Kill Bill, Volume 1 (twice!) in the theater the week it opened. And if it's playing on TNT (which it usually is) it's on, despite all the necessary censorship, which renders much of the dialogue impotent or silly.

Kill Bill (both volumes) is another one of those "movies of my life", something I just wouldn't want to live without. Part 1 in particular is completely a perfect film. Although me and my buddies have had some great debates about the merits (or lack of) in Volume 2, for me it's completely redeemed by Elle Driver's encounters with Bud and then with B******. Now, Elle is an awful character. She's a beautiful, rich, powerful hired assassin; completely confident despite missing one of her eyes. But...she's also foul-tempered and always pissed off and ornery. And honestly...she's not too bright in some ways. I find her completely hilarious. Why do I love Elle so much???

I don't identify with her: let's face it, Elle's not a nice person. At all. But she's still one of my heroes. But so is B******. 

Two heroines, one good and one bad, in one of the greatest scenes ever filmed:





Elle vs B******

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So about a week ago, the eldest daughter created a very minor tempest-in-a-teapot, revealing that she's taking her act on the road, doing a one-woman show called "Surviving Mommie Dearest" and publicizing her comedy act by inaccurately portraying her mother's semi-nude home movies (she was tanning, for Pete's sake!) as "blue movies". These films are old news to every Joan Crawford fan, and there's nothing dirty about them. The first time I ever read about them was on on Donna Marie Nowak's website, and thanks to Magda and quite a few other folks on tumblr and online, I've been able to see most of them.

Initially I was outraged that xtina-who will henceforth be referred to as the s.p.o.s. (aka the steaming pile of shit) is exploiting her dead mother once again for money, but since it seems that nobody is all that interested in anything the s.p.o.s. has to say, I'll let it go.

Here's the thing: s.p.o.s. is now apprx. the age her mother was when she died. She's never accomplished anything (besides her recent honor as one of the least attractrive celebrity spawns)

and I have a feeling she's hitting the road not so much for money(although that's always been a factor) but because her time is drawing near and she's trying to make sure her name is always coupled with her mother's, in any future discussion. s.p.o.s. gleefully destroyed her younger brother's life and attempted to do the same with her younger twin sisters, because s.p.o.s. really does love her mother (but in an obscene, abnormal, unnatural way). And she doesn't want to share with any siblings.

I recently saw this comment on a hilarious website I'd not seen before: 

"I would LOVE Christina to see this... alas, she's too busy masturbating to videos of her dead mother to come around here."

http://atheistgranny.blogspot.com/2011/09/christina-crawford-tries-to-make.html

On some disgusting level, s.p.o.s. wants to be forever linked with the name Joan Crawford and is looking forward to a glorious future owning her mother's memory.

News for you s.p.o.s.: