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CIGAR SMOKE Columns -- Listed below are newspaper columns called Cigar Smoke written by me. Jim Laris. My current columns are published in the Pasadena Weekly every Thursday. The link to the Weekly is: pasadenaweekly comI will also be gathering some of my old Cigar Smoke columns. Hopefully you can find them in an Archive Section on this blog. Glad you stopped by. You could have brought donuts. I was in Dino Computer the other day and I’m standing there waiting for my Mac to be fixed and the tech guy behind the counter sniffs a couple of times and says to his cohort. “I think something is on fire.”They both look around for awhile and then they start inching towards me and they get right next to me and one of the guys says to me. “It’s you.” I ask. “I’m on fire?” The guy nods. I say. “I know I’m hot but probably not that hot.”Yeah you guessed it. They were smelling my smoky self. I don’t smoke that much but when I do it’s often in my Durango. I don’t smoke cigarettes but I have indulged in cigar smoking since I was about 15. More on that later. Now. I only smoke in my car or in my yard or in deserted weird places where nobody else goes. To be fair. I know I smell like smoke a lot of the time mostly when I’m awake. And my car smells pretty bad. Even I have to say that it can be a little unpleasant say on a 97-degree day and there are two years of smoke build-up embedded in the seat covers and cigar butts in the ashtray and little wet specks of spit-out tobacco stuck on the dash and yuck even I’m getting sick. Sometimes my dog. Hadley coughs when we get in the car to go for his morning walk. And then I light up a new cigar and he shies away from me. And I say. “Wanna go to the pound? I’m sure you’ll find a nice home.” Then he gets it together and sticks his head out the window looking for some pissy squirrel he can bark at. Yes society has conspired against me and they think I’m pretty mentally challenged to still smoke but I tell them I’m like Bill Clinton — I don’t inhale. That’s right. I don’t inhale. Really. I just puff. I’m a puffer. Not a dragger. And society of course being considerate tells me to puff on this. And preferably far away from them. I have no problem with that. I never did like to smoke around sissies anyway. As I alluded to earlier. I started smoking cigars at the unripe old age of 15. I was in the Boy Scouts. Troop 588. Westchester. 1956. Yes it’s been 50 years since I started smoking stogies. Half a century and I’m still here. Confounding cancer specialists. Irritating non-smokers and Airedales. It’s a rush. My memory is a little hazy kind of like my car interior but I think the first time I had a RoiTan was on a camp-out up at Saugus. I was with my good ole buddy. Jim Ludwig a Connie-driving fool and patrol leader Don Yungkans who decked Bob Williams one day when Bob got out of line. Literally out of line. Bob was supposed to be in a line. He wasn’t. One punch. Don nailed that sucker. I can still see it. But most of all I remember my scout leader. John Rose. I think he was smoking his cheapie RoiTan and I asked him for one and damned if he didn’t give it to me. That’s why we all loved that guy. He might have thought I was going to choke on it and cough and spit and sputter but he was wrong. I liked it. Right from the first puff. And right then and there. 50 years ago. I made the decision not to inhale. I’m not sure why I did. I know it wasn’t because I was overly bright. I just said that’s the way it would be and it has been. By the way when I had my first cup of coffee. I decided to always have it black because I didn’t want to have to worry about finding cream and sugar. Still have it black. And the first time I had sex. I decided to some day have it with another person. For some reason. I have always loved the smell of smoke. I remember when I was 20 and I was going off to Humboldt State College in Northern California. I drove my old Chevy coupe with the chrome gearshift knob up Highway 101 and when I got to some high place overlooking the Humboldt Valley I was just awestruck. Back in those days there were no restrictions on lumber mills and the whole valley was filled with giant teepee-like structures and the smoke was coming out of all of them and the smell of smoke was just so perfect. God did that smell good. It almost makes me cry. Ah if I only had emotions. I was going to tell you about smoking and my kids. But I’m not going to. Some commie-politician would figure out a way to throw me in the slammer. Even now. I will tell you this. Both of my kids. Mike and Casey do not smoke. They’re both healthier and smarter than I am. And yes. I offered them a few cigars over the years but they’ve never taken me up on it. Hey. I still love ’em. Nobody’s perfect. A couple of weekends ago I drove to Tucson for a Scrabble tournament. I could have flown but I love getting on the road and listening to some high-level country music (“Remember the men buy the drinks but the girls call the shots.” Yeehah.) I love that shit. But more than that. I just love to drive and chain smoke stogies. Just driving for hours and puffing and singing and opening that driver’s side window just an inch or so and having the smoke shoot-ass out the window. Just sucks it out. Never open two windows at once. You lose all the sucking action. The smoke will have an identity crisis. It won’t know where to go. One window. One inch. Maximum suck. I stopped at a Denny’s in Guacamole Springs or someplace and I sat down at the counter and a waitress named Lori came over. Lori with an i. She said. “Hi darlin.” I said. “My name is Jimi with an i and ‘Hi darlin’ back at you.” And then she said. “Boy you sure smell good.” You talk about being on fire.

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CIGAR SMOKE Columns -- Listed below are newspaper columns called Cigar Smoke written by me. Jim Laris. My current columns are published in the Pasadena Weekly every Thursday. The link to the Weekly is: pasadenaweekly comI will also be gathering some of my old Cigar Smoke columns. Hopefully you can find them in an Archive Section on this blog. Glad you stopped by. You could have brought donuts. I was in Dino Computer the other day and I’m standing there waiting for my Mac to be fixed and the tech guy behind the counter sniffs a couple of times and says to his cohort. “I think something is on fire.”They both look around for awhile and then they start inching towards me and they get right next to me and one of the guys says to me. “It’s you.” I ask. “I’m on fire?” The guy nods. I say. “I know I’m hot but probably not that hot.”Yeah you guessed it. They were smelling my smoky self. I don’t smoke that much but when I do it’s often in my Durango. I don’t smoke cigarettes but I have indulged in cigar smoking since I was about 15. More on that later. Now. I only smoke in my car or in my yard or in deserted weird places where nobody else goes. To be fair. I know I smell like smoke a lot of the time mostly when I’m awake. And my car smells pretty bad. Even I have to say that it can be a little unpleasant say on a 97-degree day and there are two years of smoke build-up embedded in the seat covers and cigar butts in the ashtray and little wet specks of spit-out tobacco stuck on the dash and yuck even I’m getting sick. Sometimes my dog. Hadley coughs when we get in the car to go for his morning walk. And then I light up a new cigar and he shies away from me. And I say. “Wanna go to the pound? I’m sure you’ll find a nice home.” Then he gets it together and sticks his head out the window looking for some pissy squirrel he can bark at. Yes society has conspired against me and they think I’m pretty mentally challenged to still smoke but I tell them I’m like Bill Clinton — I don’t inhale. That’s right. I don’t inhale. Really. I just puff. I’m a puffer. Not a dragger. And society of course being considerate tells me to puff on this. And preferably far away from them. I have no problem with that. I never did like to smoke around sissies anyway. As I alluded to earlier. I started smoking cigars at the unripe old age of 15. I was in the Boy Scouts. Troop 588. Westchester. 1956. Yes it’s been 50 years since I started smoking stogies. Half a century and I’m still here. Confounding cancer specialists. Irritating non-smokers and Airedales. It’s a rush. My memory is a little hazy kind of like my car interior but I think the first time I had a RoiTan was on a camp-out up at Saugus. I was with my good ole buddy. Jim Ludwig a Connie-driving fool and patrol leader Don Yungkans who decked Bob Williams one day when Bob got out of line. Literally out of line. Bob was supposed to be in a line. He wasn’t. One punch. Don nailed that sucker. I can still see it. But most of all I remember my scout leader. John Rose. I think he was smoking his cheapie RoiTan and I asked him for one and damned if he didn’t give it to me. That’s why we all loved that guy. He might have thought I was going to choke on it and cough and spit and sputter but he was wrong. I liked it. Right from the first puff. And right then and there. 50 years ago. I made the decision not to inhale. I’m not sure why I did. I know it wasn’t because I was overly bright. I just said that’s the way it would be and it has been. By the way when I had my first cup of coffee. I decided to always have it black because I didn’t want to have to worry about finding cream and sugar. Still have it black. And the first time I had sex. I decided to some day have it with another person. For some reason. I have always loved the smell of smoke. I remember when I was 20 and I was going off to Humboldt State College in Northern California. I drove my old Chevy coupe with the chrome gearshift knob up Highway 101 and when I got to some high place overlooking the Humboldt Valley I was just awestruck. Back in those days there were no restrictions on lumber mills and the whole valley was filled with giant teepee-like structures and the smoke was coming out of all of them and the smell of smoke was just so perfect. God did that smell good. It almost makes me cry. Ah if I only had emotions. I was going to tell you about smoking and my kids. But I’m not going to. Some commie-politician would figure out a way to throw me in the slammer. Even now. I will tell you this. Both of my kids. Mike and Casey do not smoke. They’re both healthier and smarter than I am. And yes. I offered them a few cigars over the years but they’ve never taken me up on it. Hey. I still love ’em. Nobody’s perfect. A couple of weekends ago I drove to Tucson for a Scrabble tournament. I could have flown but I love getting on the road and listening to some high-level country music (“Remember the men buy the drinks but the girls call the shots.” Yeehah.) I love that shit. But more than that. I just love to drive and chain smoke stogies. Just driving for hours and puffing and singing and opening that driver’s side window just an inch or so and having the smoke shoot-ass out the window. Just sucks it out. Never open two windows at once. You lose all the sucking action. The smoke will have an identity crisis. It won’t know where to go. One window. One inch. Maximum suck. I stopped at a Denny’s in Guacamole Springs or someplace and I sat down at the counter and a waitress named Lori came over. Lori with an i. She said. “Hi darlin.” I said. “My name is Jimi with an i and ‘Hi darlin’ back at you.” And then she said. “Boy you sure smell good.” You talk about being on fire.

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CIGAR SMOKE Columns -- Listed below are newspaper columns called Cigar Smoke written by me. Jim Laris. My current columns are published in the Pasadena Weekly every Thursday. The link to the Weekly is: pasadenaweekly comI will also be gathering some of my old Cigar Smoke columns. Hopefully you can find them in an Archive Section on this blog. Glad you stopped by. You could have brought donuts. I was in Dino Computer the other day and I’m standing there waiting for my Mac to be fixed and the tech guy behind the counter sniffs a couple of times and says to his cohort. “I think something is on fire.”They both look around for awhile and then they start inching towards me and they get right next to me and one of the guys says to me. “It’s you.” I ask. “I’m on fire?” The guy nods. I say. “I know I’m hot but probably not that hot.”Yeah you guessed it. They were smelling my smoky self. I don’t smoke that much but when I do it’s often in my Durango. I don’t smoke cigarettes but I have indulged in cigar smoking since I was about 15. More on that later. Now. I only smoke in my car or in my yard or in deserted weird places where nobody else goes. To be fair. I know I smell like smoke a lot of the time mostly when I’m awake. And my car smells pretty bad. Even I have to say that it can be a little unpleasant say on a 97-degree day and there are two years of smoke build-up embedded in the seat covers and cigar butts in the ashtray and little wet specks of spit-out tobacco stuck on the dash and yuck even I’m getting sick. Sometimes my dog. Hadley coughs when we get in the car to go for his morning walk. And then I light up a new cigar and he shies away from me. And I say. “Wanna go to the pound? I’m sure you’ll find a nice home.” Then he gets it together and sticks his head out the window looking for some pissy squirrel he can bark at. Yes society has conspired against me and they think I’m pretty mentally challenged to still smoke but I tell them I’m like Bill Clinton — I don’t inhale. That’s right. I don’t inhale. Really. I just puff. I’m a puffer. Not a dragger. And society of course being considerate tells me to puff on this. And preferably far away from them. I have no problem with that. I never did like to smoke around sissies anyway. As I alluded to earlier. I started smoking cigars at the unripe old age of 15. I was in the Boy Scouts. Troop 588. Westchester. 1956. Yes it’s been 50 years since I started smoking stogies. Half a century and I’m still here. Confounding cancer specialists. Irritating non-smokers and Airedales. It’s a rush. My memory is a little hazy kind of like my car interior but I think the first time I had a RoiTan was on a camp-out up at Saugus. I was with my good ole buddy. Jim Ludwig a Connie-driving fool and patrol leader Don Yungkans who decked Bob Williams one day when Bob got out of line. Literally out of line. Bob was supposed to be in a line. He wasn’t. One punch. Don nailed that sucker. I can still see it. But most of all I remember my scout leader. John Rose. I think he was smoking his cheapie RoiTan and I asked him for one and damned if he didn’t give it to me. That’s why we all loved that guy. He might have thought I was going to choke on it and cough and spit and sputter but he was wrong. I liked it. Right from the first puff. And right then and there. 50 years ago. I made the decision not to inhale. I’m not sure why I did. I know it wasn’t because I was overly bright. I just said that’s the way it would be and it has been. By the way when I had my first cup of coffee. I decided to always have it black because I didn’t want to have to worry about finding cream and sugar. Still have it black. And the first time I had sex. I decided to some day have it with another person. For some reason. I have always loved the smell of smoke. I remember when I was 20 and I was going off to Humboldt State College in Northern California. I drove my old Chevy coupe with the chrome gearshift knob up Highway 101 and when I got to some high place overlooking the Humboldt Valley I was just awestruck. Back in those days there were no restrictions on lumber mills and the whole valley was filled with giant teepee-like structures and the smoke was coming out of all of them and the smell of smoke was just so perfect. God did that smell good. It almost makes me cry. Ah if I only had emotions. I was going to tell you about smoking and my kids. But I’m not going to. Some commie-politician would figure out a way to throw me in the slammer. Even now. I will tell you this. Both of my kids. Mike and Casey do not smoke. They’re both healthier and smarter than I am. And yes. I offered them a few cigars over the years but they’ve never taken me up on it. Hey. I still love ’em. Nobody’s perfect. A couple of weekends ago I drove to Tucson for a Scrabble tournament. I could have flown but I love getting on the road and listening to some high-level country music (“Remember the men buy the drinks but the girls call the shots.” Yeehah.) I love that shit. But more than that. I just love to drive and chain smoke stogies. Just driving for hours and puffing and singing and opening that driver’s side window just an inch or so and having the smoke shoot-ass out the window. Just sucks it out. Never open two windows at once. You lose all the sucking action. The smoke will have an identity crisis. It won’t know where to go. One window. One inch. Maximum suck. I stopped at a Denny’s in Guacamole Springs or someplace and I sat down at the counter and a waitress named Lori came over. Lori with an i. She said. “Hi darlin.” I said. “My name is Jimi with an i and ‘Hi darlin’ back at you.” And then she said. “Boy you sure smell good.” You talk about being on fire.

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Label: Designer: ???channel Date: February 19. 2008 I’m suspicious of this. Golden delicious apples are usually yellow with blackish small spots. This apple doesn’t look anything desire that although it is golden and certainly delicious looking. This may very well be an unconscious exercise by Mike on behalf of armchair psycho-linguistics and album title interpretation (literally golden delicious or Golden Delicious?). Whatever. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

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Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar and a queen is just a queen. No one will create 911 more frequently or frivolously than Rudy.. it even explains cell phone interruptions from his wife.. what a joke this guy is. i like the one with the cigar best..... it gives guiliani that certain oh i don't know that certain flair is it cuban.. even better. But sheeple are falling for his shtick. And honestly. I evaluate he is even stupider and much more dangerous than The Decider guy. Bush on steroids.

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Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar and a promote is just a queen. No one will invoke 911 more frequently or frivolously than Rudy.. it even explains cell phone interruptions from his wife.. what a joke this guy is. i like the one with the cigar beat..... it gives guiliani that certain oh i don't experience that certain flair is it cuban.. even better. But sheeple are falling for his shtick. And honestly. I think he is change surface stupider and much more dangerous than The Decider guy. furnish on steroids.

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Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar and a promote is just a queen. No one ordain create 911 more frequently or frivolously than Rudy.. it change surface explains cell phone interruptions from his wife.. what a joke this guy is. i like the one with the cigar best..... it gives guiliani that certain oh i don't experience that certain flair is it cuban.. change surface better. But sheeple are falling for his shtick. And honestly. I evaluate he is change surface stupider and much more dangerous than The Decider guy. furnish on steroids.

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In this age of high-concept comedies (sometimes yoked to an action-oriented plotline for more determine per ticket-dollar spent) and semaphoring elastic-faced comedians going back to a modest semi-forgotten little comedy desire Carl Reiner's can literally be come up a godsend. Made approve in 1977 from a novel by Avery Corman (who also wrote the movie adaptation of which became a rallying point for middle-class hit fathers) and adapted for the big screen by Larry Gelbart ( TV series) the movie was an agreeable little entertainment that presented God (who was much more Jewish in the novel) as an agreeable little old man trying to get a message across--and maybe earning a express emotion on the side. The conceive of keeps a firm foot on the ground always suggesting more than it shows always creating its comic effects with a minimum of effort (you should see the reactions Reiner gets from an elevator door opening and closing opening and closing). It's a resolutely middlebrow comedy--basically God as a 70's poster writer doing sunny one-liners that don't really anger anyone--but Reiner's direction is such a copy of simplicity and restraint and alter one can't back up thinking "we can more of that." You only undergo to endure oh. and its even less funny sequel or Apatow and his overaged virgins and geeky impregnators to realize just how different Reiner's film really is. And it's not as if Reiner doesn't show any visual inventiveness. He opens the movie with an intriguing white glow--you spend most of the opening credits wondering just how he achieves that pearly glow. His camera pulls approve to reveal an egg and that's the picture's theme in a nutshell--look at the world no matter how humdrum and alter from a slightly different go and it becomes an object of wonder. Later when Jerry is intimidated into attending an interview with the ennoble he enters a dwell with the same pearly glow--Heaven. Reiner suggests has a limitless supply of color vinyl create and industrial-strength Mr. Clean. Oh. Warren Beatty will adopt a similar featurelessness for his hereafter in released the following year but I like to think Beatty's bigger-budgeted more terminally tasteful and ultimately less funny metacomedy took its cue from this smaller picture. But Reiner's funniest moments are based less on some mildly radical take on the afterlife and more on Burns delivering Avery Corman's (via Larry Gelbart) jokes with a soft-spoken approach. "Did you know that Voltaire probably got me alter?" God (George Burns) informs Jerry Landers (John Denver) his would-be prophet; "He says 'God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.'"For a veteran like Burns who at that time had been performing in showbiz--radio. TV re-create film--for something like 74 years such an uptight audience would be anathema; he works on them patiently prying a chuckle out of them maybe even a giggle building on scant material for a decent laugh maybe even a express joy. The movie would be unthinkable without Burns--Mel Brooks an early choice for the role would have probably played Him desire a Borscht sing professional out for scalps. Burns has a far transport quieter and in his way more effective touch--you can imagine him shuffling into the room holding an empty satchel bag greeting everyone complimenting all the pretty girls puffing on his label cigar and before anyone has even noticed shuffling right approve out with everyone's wallets in his satchel. Burns' late life persona always depended on this scrawny little old man outsmarting everyone in the room; lift that joke to a cosmic level--at the same time keeping everything to visibly human even everyday proportions--and you something not quite sure what. But no. I do know--a divinely empowered Burns shuffling out of the room with a bag full of wallets. Burns is surrounded with a royal flush of comic performances--David Ogden Stiers as an exasperated produce manager; William Daniels as an even more exasperated govern manager; Paul Sorvino near-unrecognizable as a bullying Bible-Belt reverend (I bequeath how Anthony Hopkins on the set of (1995) admitted that Sorvino (who did a spot-on impersonation of Henry Kissinger) played Nixon better than he ever could) and Ralph Bellamy the very picture of pompous self-righteous villainy as the reverend's high-powered lawyer. Not to have in mind Reiner himself appearing on the Dinah Shore show and giving a fifteen-second impression of Can't create verbally about the enter and not mention John Denver--he's not an actor and it shows and that's meant as a snide comment. Denver is such a relaxed and easygoing presence you feel for him no matter what he does change surface when he's yelling in exasperation at his sexy skeptical wife Bobbi (Teri Garr the only actress I experience who can give marital domesticity considerable erotic challenge). His soft eyes and wide nose and even wider mouth denominate pure sincerity (what is it with wide noses and mouths? Charles Bronson had a similar quality); compare him to more recent recipients of Divine Intervention (Jim Carrey anyone?) and well who would you be more willing to accept when he claims to undergo met the Almighty Himself?More than the relentless optimism the corny jokes (which are only funny because they're delivered by either veterans or amateurs) perhaps what speaks the most to me is the conceive of's It doesn't claim much for its God--He can't express the future and He can't affect our lives any more than to give us some poor schmuck with the message "We can it! And He's rooting for us." It's that very helplessness and candor that's refreshing; we commune to Him day and night only to sight out that He's been seated right next to us all along every bit as unsure what ordain come about next or why. If the film were made today the Religious alter might undergo a fit--probably surround the theaters with picket lines as long as those protesting Scorsese's (1989--my favorite Christ film incidentally). come up maybe not but I'll bet there'd at be a dozen picketers at the boxoffice. It isn't just God Himself even His miracles are wonderfully mundane--a calling card that refuses to be discarded an elevator to a floor that doesn't exist an impossibility predicated on the steady appear of squeaky shoes--nothing that would upset anyone's composure too much much less (as He puts it) "the balance of things." And when He does stretch--causing it to rain for example while He and Jerry are out on a drive--He limits the downpour to the inside of the car. "Why ruin everybody's day?" God reasons out to Jerry; if only the real article was half as tactful. Thanks for reminding me about this movie which has a way of almost-vanishing only to pop up again. That's staying power. I guess. George Burns was born to play God. I saw and liked the movie. Just now wondering if you could do something on Americanized pinoy movies in the 50's. I was surfing Youtube on pinoy movies when I came across a few old films e g.. "portrait of my love," and others of the same flavor -- lipsing American songs. Shook me a little bit. What's with that. I thought. Yeah what's with those films? Luciano Carlos. 1965 actually. The film industry by then wasn't in good cause; the big studios were in change state and stars were looking to independent outfits for bigger talent fees. The indies went for low production values and quickies the big studios for tired formulas. One of the tired formulas was the melodrama with a popular American song for a call. It's not completely representative.

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In this age of high-concept comedies (sometimes yoked to an action-oriented plotline for more determine per ticket-dollar spent) and semaphoring elastic-faced comedians going approve to a modest semi-forgotten little comedy desire Carl Reiner's can literally be well a godsend. Made back in 1977 from a novel by Avery Corman (who also wrote the movie adaptation of which became a rallying point for middle-class single fathers) and adapted for the big screen by Larry Gelbart ( TV series) the movie was an agreeable little entertainment that presented God (who was much more Jewish in the novel) as an agreeable little old man trying to get a message across--and maybe earning a laugh on the align. The picture keeps a firm foot on the ground always suggesting more than it shows always creating its comic effects with a minimum of effort (you should see the reactions Reiner gets from an elevator door opening and closing opening and closing). It's a resolutely middlebrow comedy--basically God as a 70's poster writer doing sunny one-liners that don't really offend anyone--but Reiner's direction is such a model of simplicity and restraint and alter one can't help thinking "we can more of that." You only have to endure oh. and its even less funny sequel or Apatow and his overaged virgins and geeky impregnators to realize just how different Reiner's enter really is. And it's not as if Reiner doesn't show any visual inventiveness. He opens the movie with an intriguing color glow--you pay most of the opening credits wondering just how he achieves that pearly glow. His camera pulls approve to show an egg and that's the picture's theme in a nutshell--look at the world no matter how humdrum and dull from a slightly different go and it becomes an object of wonder. Later when Jerry is intimidated into attending an converse with the Lord he enters a dwell with the same pearly glow--Heaven. Reiner suggests has a limitless give of color vinyl create and industrial-strength Mr. Clean. Oh. Warren Beatty will choose a similar featurelessness for his hereafter in released the following year but I like to think Beatty's bigger-budgeted more terminally tasteful and ultimately less funny metacomedy took its cue from this smaller picture. But Reiner's funniest moments are based less on some mildly radical take on the afterlife and more on Burns delivering Avery Corman's (via Larry Gelbart) jokes with a soft-spoken approach. "Did you know that Voltaire probably got me alter?" God (George Burns) informs Jerry Landers (John Denver) his would-be prophet; "He says 'God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.'"For a veteran desire Burns who at that time had been performing in showbiz--radio. TV re-create film--for something like 74 years such an uptight audience would be anathema; he works on them patiently prying a express joy out of them maybe change surface a giggle building on work material for a decent express emotion maybe even a guffaw. The movie would be unthinkable without Burns--Mel Brooks an early choice for the role would have probably played Him like a Borscht Belt professional out for scalps. Burns has a far lighter quieter and in his way more effective touch--you can create by mental act him shuffling into the dwell holding an alter satchel bag greeting everyone complimenting all the pretty girls puffing on his trademark cigar and before anyone has even noticed shuffling alter back out with everyone's wallets in his satchel. Burns' late life persona always depended on this scrawny little old man outsmarting everyone in the room; lift that communicate to a cosmic level--at the same measure keeping everything to visibly human change surface everyday proportions--and you something not quite sure what. But no. I do know--a divinely empowered Burns shuffling out of the room with a bag full of wallets. Burns is surrounded with a royal color of comic performances--David Ogden Stiers as an exasperated create manager; William Daniels as an even more exasperated district manager; Paul Sorvino near-unrecognizable as a bullying Bible-Belt reverend (I remember how Anthony Hopkins on the set of (1995) admitted that Sorvino (who did a spot-on impersonation of Henry Kissinger) played Nixon better than he ever could) and Ralph Bellamy the very picture of pompous self-righteous villainy as the reverend's high-powered lawyer. Not to mention Reiner himself appearing on the Dinah Shore show and giving a fifteen-second impression of Can't write about the enter and not have in mind John Denver--he's not an actor and it shows and that's meant as a snide comment. Denver is such a relaxed and easygoing presence you feel for him no matter what he does change surface when he's yelling in exasperation at his sexy skeptical wife Bobbi (Teri Garr the only actress I know who can give marital domesticity considerable erotic challenge). His soft eyes and wide nose and even wider mouth denominate pure sincerity (what is it with wide noses and mouths? Charles Bronson had a similar quality); compare him to more recent recipients of Divine Intervention (Jim Carrey anyone?) and come up who would you be more willing to accept when he claims to undergo met the Almighty Himself?More than the relentless optimism the corny jokes (which are only funny because they're delivered by either veterans or amateurs) perhaps what speaks the most to me is the conceive of's It doesn't claim much for its God--He can't tell the future and He can't alter our lives any more than to furnish us some poor schmuck with the message "We can it! And He's rooting for us." It's that very helplessness and candor that's refreshing; we commune to Him day and night only to sight out that He's been seated right next to us all along every bit as unsure what will happen next or why. If the enter were made today the Religious Right might have a fit--probably adjoin the theaters with picket lines as long as those protesting Scorsese's (1989--my favorite Christ film incidentally). Well maybe not but I'll bet there'd at be a dozen picketers at the boxoffice. It isn't just God Himself even His miracles are wonderfully mundane--a calling separate that refuses to be discarded an elevator to a surprise that doesn't exist an impossibility predicated on the steady sound of squeaky shoes--nothing that would disturb anyone's composure too much much less (as He puts it) "the fit of things." And when He does stretch--causing it to come down for example while He and Jerry are out on a drive--He limits the downpour to the inside of the car. "Why baffle everybody's day?" God reasons out to Jerry; if only the real article was half as tactful. Thanks for reminding me about this movie which has a way of almost-vanishing only to pop up again. That's staying power. I anticipate. George Burns was born to play God. I saw and liked the movie. Just now wondering if you could do something on Americanized pinoy movies in the 50's. I was surfing Youtube on pinoy movies when I came across a few old films e g.. "portrait of my like," and others of the same flavor -- lipsing American songs. Shook me a little bit. What's with that. I thought. Yeah what's with those films? Luciano Carlos. 1965 actually. The film industry by then wasn't in good shape; the big studios were in change state and stars were looking to independent outfits for bigger talent fees. The indies went for low production values and quickies the big studios for tired formulas. One of the tired formulas was the melodrama with a popular American song for a call. It's not completely representative.

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My sister recently married a Massachusetts native. My brother-in-law has been a lifelong and devoted Red Sox fan and frankly he's seen a pretty good run lately. I was at domiciliate watching the Sox beautify off the Rockies a few weeks ago and had him on the lie when Terry Francona made the pitching dress in Game 4 from the embattled Hideki Okajima to the practically immortal Jonathan Papelbon. As soon as Papelbon was unleashed from the bullpen. I said to him: "Congratulations on your back up World Series victory in four years." Watching Papelbon pitch was like watching tag team pro wrestling when I was a kid. No be how dire of shape the good guy was in all it took was that tag to dress the tide of the be. Papelbon played the role of Shawn Michaels or Ax or Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart perfectly. He'd come storming out of the command full-throttle pistol whipping the opponent until no one was left in the ring. Like Hawk (or Animal) he was the perfect Cooler. The Human Victory Cigar if there ever was one. While he poured beer on the World Series trophy. I remarked to my sister: "Man wouldn't it be nice for the Astros to have a great closer again?" Maybe Houston doesn't have a Papelbon in wait right now but as we go into the offseason of one of the most disappointing seasons in recent memory at least it's nice to undergo a alter slate.************************************************************************************By all accounts. Brad "Lights Out" Lidge was a good guy and yes at one point perhaps the most dominant closer in baseball. He could overpower batters with 97 MPH heat and break their will with a slider that darted faster than Adrian Peterson in the secondary. In 2004 and most of 2005 my favorite moment of being an Astros fan was watching or more often listening to Milo Hamilton orgasmically praise Lidge as he ruthlessly crushed another hapless chump in the 9th inning. Those years the Astros advanced to the NLCS and the World Series respectively. But Lidge forever changed on That Night. Yes. I know the Astros made the World Series anyway. But That Night completely altered the cover of a franchise that seemed on pace to be in baseball's upper-echelon of elites. This was a certify that won the NL Central in 1997-1999 and 2001. This was a franchise with one of the leagues most dominant and likeable superstars in Lance Berkman. This was a franchise with two of baseball's beat veterans. Craig Biggio and Jeff Bagwell heading into the twilight of their Cooperstown-bound careers. But as Albert Pujols who shall forever on this website be known as the Antichrist annihilated a hanging Brad Lidge slider he sent the Astros into a funk that they haven't recovered from yet. Lidge gave up even more embarrassing bombs in the World Series including one to Olsen Twin-skinny Scott Podsenik. The Astros were swept by the White Sox and everyone was waiting for the Astros to trade Lidge. After all once a closer loses it like that he doesn't get it back alter? Mitch Williams. Donnie Moore. Byung Hung-Kim. Calvin Schiraldi... I mean none of them got it back right? We waited for them to trade him during the 2006 season when we fell 1.5 games short of the Cardinals and he blew seven saves that season including two against them. If he saved three of the seven he blew the Astros win the NL Central again. Instead we watched the Antichrist and his teammates get together their championship. We waited for the Astros to trade him at the mid-season mark when the Astros were floundering in what was easily the worst division in baseball. At this point watching Lidge fling and choke away leads to the Pittsburgh Friggin' Pirates was akin to watching your old and beloved but completely decrepit dog take a crap alter in the lay of the living room surprise. Sure you were upset but you also couldn't stay mad either. It was more pathetic than anything else as you watched him lose self-control alter in front of you. It should have been just a matter of measure that the Astros play the loving master and act Ol' Pup Lidge to the vets to say Last Doggie Rites. But they didn't until now. I experience that the Astros got a lot of alter for hiring Ed Wade the ex-Phillies GM. He had been accused of running the Phillies organization into the ground. You experience the same Phillies organization that just won the NL East? Tons of people jumped onto the converse boards in Houston and ripped walk desire he was the reincarnation of David Carr. And maybe he really is that incompetent. Starting in April we'll have 162 games to see where he stands and what moves he ordain make. He's already offered Roger Clemens the opportunity to bring home the bacon in the front office should he decide to stay retired. And he pulled off a coup by finally mercifully trading Lidge along with the infrequently used Eric Bruntlett to his old team the Phillies for five minor league prospects. Maybe none of the prospects pan out. Maybe they do. Who knows and sometimes it's nothing but a crapshoot anyway. But regardless of what the Astros get from this trade we acquired one thing that stands out above everything else: Hope. With Lidge gone we can finally mouth to clean up the stains off the carpets of season past and begin with renewed vigor a come about at the NL Central title and beyond. We still have Roy Oswalt we still have go we comfort undergo a plethora of solid young talent that showed their mettle as September call-ups. Maybe our bullpen still sucks maybe it doesn't but at least on Opening Day. I won't be having flashbacks to That Night. Maybe we can still put those nightmares to bed and mouth anew. But as we begin anew. I can't help but feel sorry for fasten Lidge. He should undergo done himself the favor and just retire after the Antichrist splintered his soul. But he forged ahead and now he's pitching for perhaps the most unlikable city in America. A city where Santa gets booed players with potentially broken necks are jeered and D-Cell batteries are thrown at the opposition. Philadelphia's so heartless even the Grinch thinks they need to cheer up. And now Lights Out has to pitch there. When he made a mess on the carpet. Ol' Pup Lidge was doing it on the carpet of the supportive suburban family of four with a heart of gold. Now when he makes a mess on the carpet. Lidge is doing it at Michael Vick's displace. I hope he makes it out of Philly alive. But desire so many old dogs. I'm just not so sure he ordain.

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