Now, What Kind Of Blogger Would I Be, If I Did Not Write About Rex Reed?????????????????????????

                            Rex Reed, who died on May 12 this year at the age of eighty-seven, during my youth--the Seventies and Eighties--was a big name in entertainment journalism.  Though this post may read more like a gossip column than a tribute.

                           No, darlings, I never slept with Rex Reed, though I can say that even during my wildest periods I don't think I would.  Or would I?  If he could do something for me?  Maybe.  But the point of all this is that, even at his handsomest I did not find him attractive, and I think our personalities would have clashed.  Two too strong egos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                           I shall never forget Rex Reed going after Robert Altman on every picture he made.  Of his 1971 film, "McCabe And Mrs. Miller," Reed called it "an incoherent, boring, ponderous and totally worthless piece of garbage....and I am sad to say that 'M*A*S*H*' was an accident."

                           What most people don't know, but I do, girls, after reading an article in "Film Quarterly" during the time "Nashville" came out in 1975 relating an incident at one of the film festivals, where both gentlemen were staying on the same hotel floor, rooms from each other, that something took place.    One night , Altman was going back to his room, and Reed had the door open, coming on to him! Are you kidding?  Anyone who knows anything knew Robert Altman was straight, and that when gay men go after straight men it always ends badly.

                               But then he never came out, did he?   Instead, he never learned from his comeuppance several years before the above, when "TIME Magazine" said of his appearance in the 1970 film, "Myra Breckinridge--"Rex Reed's debut as an actor is on a par with the best line the scriptwriters could give him, 'Where are my tits?' "  Indeed, Rex, where were your tits?????????????

                                  Where Rex trolled, I could not tell.  Though I am sure he did.  He bought an apartment years ago in the Dakota for $30K--can you imagine??????--and Lord knows what that will go for today.  I would love to live there, but I am not about to make a deal with the devil.  I would guess Rex Reed did.

                                     Yes, he could write.  Yes, his bitchiness was entertaining, but after several decades he seemed to disappear from public view.  Like John Simon, his pieces might not be publishable today.  Why do you think I write on here?  Would the American press, even the more minor publications, accept such candor as mine?  I doubt it.

                                      So, hail and farewell to Rex Reed.  Rest In Peace.  And be content with being a footnote in American culture.

                                       Though you probably won't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!