Avenging Disco Godfather

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Rudy Ray Moore aka Dolemite, motherfucker, is dead.

I'm not sure if I'd exactly call myself a fan, but damn I enjoyed his movies. I was introduced to them by my friend Jim Baker, who described Dolemite as "Plan 10 From Inner City," but RRM was several levels above most of Ed Wood's work.

Here are two trailers from RRM's best period and a brief clip from my favorite film of his, Petey Wheatstraw, The Devil's Son-In-Law:

B & I will be going to a Halloween party this year that's actually on Halloween, for once. There is a costume theme for the party (though it won't be strictly enforced) which is "Fine Art," as in "come as Jackson Pollock or come as a Jackson Pollock." I suggested to Berit going as some characters from a Philip Guston painting but she said no (I think perhaps wisely, as they wouldn't be good costumes to walk around in).

Not a lot of time to really figure out anything elaborate. Maybe I'll wear a red shirt and black pants and say I've come as Mark Rothko's No. 14.

Not sure what Berit will do - it seems that a woman these days doesn't just have to decide on a costume, but on a "sexy" version of that costume . . .

And queencallipygos posted a meme that got me because it made me immediately look around and follow the instructions, which are:

Grab the nearest book. Open the book to page 56. Find the fifth sentence. Post the text of the next two to five sentences in your journal/blog along with these instructions.

The only book within reach of the computer turned out to be Hiding the Elephant by Jim Steinmeyer, on loan from Matt Gray. So I'll leave you today with these words . . .

Margaret was living in fear of the Spiritualists, who had a great deal at stake and were threatened by her confession, and especially her older sister, the domineering force in the family. As Margaret stepped to the platform, she faced more than two thousand people, including a good number of devoted Spiritualists who greeted her with hostility. As she attempted to speak, she found that the words were rambling and disjointed; the strain was too great, and Margaret was completely unable to continue. The expectant crowd realized that she had lost her nerve. Perhaps the entire confession had been a hoax.

Comments

[flyswatter.livejournal.com]

Noooooooo! Dolemite!!!!!

Acts of Courage, by Carol Rocamora

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"Olga had her own strong views on situations and people. One such opinion was about Pavol Landovsky, with whom Havel went pub crawling after performances so the two men could talk passionately about theater and politics. Landovsky corroborates it:

'As for Olga, we became fast enemies. She hated me immediately.' "

Re: Acts of Courage, by Carol Rocamora

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EE

Took me a minute to realize you were joining in the meme I did above . . . seemed kinda random.

Re: Acts of Courage, by Carol Rocamora

[theaterofideas.livejournal.com]

Yes. A bit mysterious, on my part. But somehow it just seemed cleaner to do the meme, without full explanation. I figured you would work it out. I'm always a stickler for aesthetics, even in blogs/memes.