Is This Guy In The Folger's Commercial The Son Of Dabney Coleman??????????????????????????????

                                      Dabney Coleman is still a great actor,  though there  was a time,  decaades back,  when  I found him pretty hot!!!!!!!!!!  "Nine To  Five?" How  I would have  LOVED to have tied  him  to that chair! And I am not even into  BDSM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                          So, when I saw this guy on the Folger's ad, whose name is allegedly Greg Wrangler, two things struck me--how hot he looks in his red boxers, and his startling  resemblance  to Dabney Coleman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                            Girls, enjoy this ad, with or without coffee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                             And,  Greg, wishing you luck in future endeavors,  with or without those red boxers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And Speaking Of Make-Up, Darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                Let me first explain--this photo was taken unexpectedly, just when I was settling  down for an evening of reading.  Pay no atttention to me, girls; in that house coat, I look as though I have gained back my 40 pounds, which I have certainly not, or  that I look pregant, which, even if the right age, is just not possible.

                                  The purpose of the pose was  to  feature Baby Gojira in one of  his best couture outfits--a fairy princess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Isn't he simply adorable, dears?  This is my favorite of  his outifts. Second to that is when he dresses as a Nurse Practicioner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                    As Frank Morgan said, in "The Wizard Of Oz," "Pay no attention to that man, behind the  curtain!"  The foucs is on Baby Gojira, and he is front and  center.

                                       With him on the fashion scene, the Kardashians are washed up!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                        Someone contact Anna Wintour!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Darlings, I Want Carey Mulligan's Candy Coated Look, And Free Flowing Hair From "Promising Young Woman!" But, Girls, We All Need A Make-up Tuitorial!!!!!!!!!

                                    Some  may prefer Caarey's grunge looks, but not me.  I want that Vincente Minelli look she has while working in the coffee shop, complete with her pastel and pink colored wardrobe.

                                      But, with any look, comes a make-up job.  Girls, I am telling you, it is the most  difficult part of my beauty regimen.  So, for the benefit of all,  including myself,  I am including a video of  the  film's make-up  tutorial.   Here it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                   Whether a genuine romance, a night on the town, or vigilante retirubution, after watching this, dolls, we will be ready for anything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wishing A Happy Birthday To Mary Elizabeth McDonough!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                      Who, of course, darlings, will always be known to those of us of a certain age as Erin Walton.  Hard to  believe she is  60!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  All I can say is, welcome to the sixties, Mary Elizabeth; I have been there for six years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                         I  have to thank her again for responding to  a post  I wrote years  back, on an episode called "The First Casualty," where  Erin's boy friend,  G.W. Haines, played by David Doremus,  was killed in basic training, and the scene where she reads his beneficiary statement to  her, on  the land  she now owns, dissolving in Ralph Waite's  arms...and,  oh, God, I am tearing up again. When I saw  this for the first time in decades, it  took me fifteen minutes to calm myself.

                                          But no tears, today, Mary Elizabeth!   Have whatever you wish; my preference, were I not  diabetic, would be a Frozen Margarita; so have one,  or whatever you prefer, for me.

                                            Happy Birthday!  And thanks again, for  your class and  graciousness!!!!!!!!!

Girls, We Have GOT To Talk About "Promising Young Woman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

                                        Not since, possibly "Fatal Attraction" have I seen  and enjoyed a film with so many contradictions, incongruities and social agendae as "Promising Young Woman."  You have GOT  to see it, darlings.  I was with Cassie (Carey Mulligan)) all the way.

                                        And if you have not seen this film  yet, then stop reading.  Because what follows is meant to be a discussion among those who have already seen the film.  So, let's go.

                                           The title is macabre irony.  Mulligan plays Cassandra "Cassie" Thomas,  working in  an upscale coffee shop, living at home with her parents as she reaches the age of 30.  The  premise is simple--several years back,  when  Cassie and her childhood friend, Nina Fisher, were  both in medical school, Nina went to a  party, where she  was  raped by a guy, with his pals looking and  cheering  him  on.   The experience traumatized her, and while  Cassie did her best to help Nina heal,  it did not take, and she ended her life,  hopefully ending her trauma.  Cassie is  left with unbearable grief, plus survivor guilt; she could have gone to the party with Nina, but opted not to.  Now, to deal with this, she takes some very extreme actions.

                                              This sets "Promising Young Woman" into motion.

                                                Let's start with style.  Anyone who thought "Fatal Attraction" stylish--and it was--this film  exceeds it.  Some shots look like they came from  Vincente Minnelli; others from the caverns of  the  worst nightmares  in  your mind.  And the film, dramatically goes back and forth, in like manner.

                                                 Details and dialogue have to be paid attention to, to get the full impact of the  picture.  Like how Cassie strategically arranges her body in certain  poses to suit her purpose.  Or  that notebook she keeps, when one realizes how long she has been keeping it, and so when the image morphs into  numerical acts like  a play, or chapters in a book, the viewer can grasp the intent of all  this, on  the part  of  Cassie, and  writer-director Emerald Fennell--whose feature film debut this is; one that will be hard to top--and  its  almost maniacal actuality.  And how about  that dramatic scene between Cassie and  Nina's  mom, played by a non-comedic Molly Shannon, who blew me  away with her  ability to do even this brief, dramatic bit, and  where, I suspect, if it has not been figured out yet,  this is the point to deduce that Nina is dead.

                                               Are the men pigs?  As far as I am concerned, yes.  All except  the rapist's defense attorney,  played by Alfred Molina, who, in the wake of what happened is now repentant. But a former female classmate, Madison, is dismissive  and  bitchy, though she does provide Cassie with a key piece of  evidence that enables Cassie to set in motion the final step  of  her  plan. But,  then, some tables get turned on her.

                                                Until then, I had  hoped for Cassie to shoot all the guys involved--even Madison--singlehandedly.  Or maybe castrate each guy.  But after the turn, when  I realized where I was being led, I  found it satisfying, but bittersweet.  The final message rings true.  Karma IS  a bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!  If you are out for revenge, let Karma  do all the  work.

                                                  Nevertheless, the  film generates  a myriad of  questions.   Like the  implication of  Nina's suicide,  without it being clearly stated.  Is Cassie a sociopath?  Is she justified? Has she been instituitionalized  at any point?  Should she have been?  And how about Nina, whom  the viewer never sees, except in a series of photographs?  Nor is her rape depicted visually, just audibly.

                                                     How about us, as individuals?  We all have been through horrid  experiences by people, but would we go in Cassie's direction, or not?  Can we be sure, either way?

                                                     Even if the issues don't  provoke one,  the acting does.  The scene between Carey Mulligan and Connie  Britton, which turns the table on rape culture, is key, and enacted superbly by both.  And  there is a monologue, delivered by Cassie, near the turning point, that is destined to be of future use by young women in acting classes.

                                                       Hey, why wasn't I seen for this?  I would have loved  to play it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                         I've said enough to provoke discussion, while hiding enough from readers tempted to ignore my warning.  I will end  this on one  of the film's key tag lines.

                                                           "Listen."

"It Ain't Over, Till It's Over!"

                                      Yesterday morning--May 1, 2021, Olympia Dukakis came to that point.  She was 89.  On June 20, she  would have  turned 90.  What a shame!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                        I  will always love her for that line, and so many others, in 1987's "Moonstruck," for which she and her "daughter," Cher, won Oscars, and, now with  her passing, most  of  its cast is  now dead.

                                       But she was no slouch.   She did stage and television, too; how I wish I had seen her on the stage.  She must have been dynamite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                          Her passing leaves a wound in the fabric of the acting community, but as long as we screen her as Rose, she will  always be remembered.

                                            When her cousin, Michael, ran for President, I voted for him.  One determining  factor was he was quoted  in  an  article as saying his favorite movie  was "The Song Of Bernadette."

                                                See?   It all  comes back to Bernadette and Jennifer Jones!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                Rest  In Peace,  Miss Dukakis.  May Bernadette and Jennifer  be on hand  to greet you!

Here We Are, Girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Best Way To Usher In May!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                      This is  one  of those rare "song" months.  June actually has  two, which you will  find out a month  from today.  When I  got up this morning,  I immediately played Julie Andrews  singing  "The  Lusty Month  Of  May,"  from "Camelot," and  knew I had to share  it  with all  my girls.

                                        So, here it  is!   May you all have a  joyful May!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                             

                                            Listen to Julie hit that last note!  Oh, my God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!