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My mom was reading aloud the descriptions for Jesse Stone movies on her DVR. These are movies that star Tom Selleck as a character from Robert B. Parker novels. The Hallmark Channel shows them, my mom records them. She wantd to know which my grandma hadn’t seen. The one where Jesse gets involved with local corruption? The one where Jesse gets involved with local murders? The one where Jesse stops some crime? Ok. So my grandma chose “Stone Cold.” This movie was incredible. Tom Selleck emotes from every crag on his face, every mustache in his mustaches. His emotions include blue, sad, cynical, sigh, been there done that, aw jeez these old bones, need a drink, back in my glory days, gonna do what must be done, might hafta bend these rules a little, sad moonlight stroll, settlin’ into my chair, only my dog understands me, ex-wife troubles, broken man-ness, slow deliberate talkin’, and many other minor note feelings. Um, which brings us to the worst part. The music is unforgivable.
An Amazon reviewer, titling their review “Listening to smoked glass,” says
"The fact that I did not weep when I heard this music says far more about my jaded existence than it does about the sublime meandering beauty of Jeff Beal’s Stone Cold soundtrack.
It is Autumnal and King Lear-esque in its focus whilst lifting the spirit with a subtle hope that offers the listener absolution.”
Once I started watching it as camp, and thinking of Jessie as a drag king exploring moody, mustached masculine ideals, it made a bit more sense to my brain.
The plot involved a pair of CITY SLICKS who like to murder for sick sexual thrills! They even kill Jesse’s girlfriend, who is probably at least 50% his age, perhaps more. I don’t remember what happens, it’s all boring and horrible and there are so many more of these movies and people watch them the end.
Here is all the news:
I have 20 eps left of Fringe, out of 100. Is it wrong to say a spoilery thing here? I am fucking livid that super advanced future people are all alopecia white men (seemingly) who preface statements with “We don’t have much time” but then talk slow as fuck. No way. However, still way into the show.
Just had to google “no hair disease.”
I just made a Herculean effort to read 2 books that people had loaned me that I wanted to just get back to them. One was a book of Jennifer Baumgardner’s essays. I read Manifesta when it came out, so I was sure not very excited about this! After an interview with Debbie Stoller (“Gay rights are absolutely important to me, but they are not feminism. And neither are civil rights.”), and an essay about MILK SIBLINGS omg no no no no what, I am done-er than fuck. I am Dunston checking out.
My train read for today’s trip home to my little mommer’s house is Hild and it is going to rule.
When I make Herculean efforts, you are def my little Eolis, in your beef jerky-looking vest.
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