Worst Hollywood Bad Guys Ever

Number 1 Has to be the shitty bad guy from Dirty Harry. Insane and evil. We all wanted him to die horribly. What a piece of shit.

Number 2 Luther from The Warriors. Insane but childlike. ‘Warriors 🎼 come out to play-ee-yay!’

Number 3 Strannix from Under Siege. ‘The little shrimps with the little chaps…’

Number 4 Zorg from Fifth Element. You had to love Zorg. ‘All these little creatures, so happy…’

Number 5 Sho Nuff the Shogun of Harlem from the Last Dragon 🐉. We knew Bruce Leroy would kick his ass. Honorable mention: the sleazy Eddie Arkadian of Kew Gardens.

Number 6 Wilbur Whately from the 1969 version of the Dunwich Horror. “Yog Sothoth!”

Number 7 Alex from a Clockwork Orange 🍊 “There was me, that is Alex, and me droogs…”

Number 8 Hans Becker from “M” He was so crazy, he didn’t know he was evil.

Number 9 Keyser Söze “Agent Kujan…”

Number 10 Hans Landa He was pure slimy  evil like a cat playing with a dying mouse.

Number 11 HAL 9000 made us feel bad for him. “Stop Dave”

Number 12 Mr. Potter. What an anus.

Number 13 The creatures under the stairs from the 1973 Don’t be Afraid of the Dark scared the holy fook out of me.

Number 14 the creepy moving statue from Night Gallery who killed Bill Bixby

Number 15 The Chancellor from Twilight Zone’s The Obsolete Man

Number 16 Zed and Maynard from Pulp Fiction. “Spider caught him a couple flies.”

Number 17 The “Boss” from Cool Hand Luke. “What we have here is a failure to communicate.”

Number 18 General Georges Broulard – Paths of Glory

Number 19 William Foster – Falling Down

Number 20 Angel Eyes – The Good the Bad and the Ugly

Number 21 Hadley Lamar Blazing Saddles

Number 22 Tupac from Juice 🥤

Number 23 Half-Dead Penitentiary Two

Number 24 Devereau Silver Streak

Number 25 Racki from Youngblood

Number 26 Ross Rhea from Goon

Number 27 Dr. Michaels – Fantastic Voyage

Number 28 The Andromeda Strain – The Andromeda Strain

Number 29 Uncle Ernie – Tommy

Number 30 McKenna – Molly Maguires

Number 31 Kananga and The Cola Nut Man – Live and Let Die

Number 32 Brad Wesley from Roadhouse

Bad Guys who are lame:

The Joker 🃏 YAWN: A big who cares.

Darth Vader didn’t scare me. I was eventually rooting for him.

Voldermort: I was rooting for him too.

The Catcher in the Rye guy: really who gives a f@&k?






Was Jean Paul Sartre’s 1944 play ‘Huis Clos’ inspired by Sutton Vane’s 1923 ‘Outward Bound?

I love Huis Clos. I saw it performed en français by a French acting troupe. It was of course mesmerizing. (It doesn’t make sense in English)

By the way ‘No Exit’ is an atrocious translation of Huis Clos. The best translation implies a confrontation or discussion behind closed doors.

Huis Clos is one of my favorite plays, along with Georg Kaiser’s ‘Gas I’ and ‘Berthold Brecht’s’ Das Elefantenkalb. (You never just say Brecht unless you are a ninny)

There is an uncanny resemblance between Sutton Vane’s 1923 ‘Outward Bound’ and Jean Paul Sartre’s 1944 “Huis Clos”.

Is it odd that the film ‘Between Two Worlds” based on Vane’s play debuted in 1944?

Could it be argued that Sartre, if he was aware of this play, could have compressed the seven characters into three?

Of course, Sartre focuses on the mysterious interplay among three people as opposed to between two or among four or more.

Sartre focuses on the people and not on the journey or destination. In Vane’s play, the destination hangs in the balance.

Note that Vane’s Steward and Sartre’s Valet play very similar roles.

In the singularly brilliant Twilight Zone episode ‘Five characters in search of an exit.’ the characters were never alive, but were in fact children’s dolls. The characters, in the end work together to find an escape only to find the horrific truth. Possibly one of the singular greatest moments in television history.

I have read a lot of Sartre’s work, but I do not know if he ever mentioned Vane’s play.

I’m not going to Write about Tree of Life for a While

This site was always about the following things:

1. Poorly-written stories

2. Running 🏃

3. Workouts 🏋️‍♀️

4. The adventures of the Writer’s Workshop

5. Posts based loosely on the humor of S. J. Perelman

6. Impressions on my service in Iraq 🇮🇶 with the 1st Cavalry Division 🐴

7. Stories and posts about my home state of New York mostly Cooperstown and the City

8. Stories and posts about my adopted home of Pittsburgh

9. Literary and Film critique

10. The Existential Nihilist Philosophy of Häär Doktor Doktor 👨‍⚕️ Pareczenethy

It wasn’t supposed to be sad. It was supposed to be funny and light-hearted and occasionally crude and silly.

I don’t have anything to offer anymore on Tree of Life. We were just like anywhere else. We were just like your Synagogue 🕍 Church ⛪ mosque 🕌 Temple…. Always complaining about nothing. Showing up late. Making fun of other Synagogues. Showing up really late. Internecine conflict. Showing up incredibly late. Making fun of the people Who were sitting around us during the high holy days. Cutting up with my daughter when we were supposed to be praying. Getting yelled at because my daughter never paid attention in Hebrew school. Getting her to Hebrew school late. Getting dirty looks from other congregants for cutting up during services. Reading the announcements instead of the prayer books. Getting yelled at by the rabbi for not showing up or showing up ridiculously late. Hoping the appeals for fundraising would stop. Showing up spectacularly late.

Peace be the Botendaddy

R.I.P. Mike Pintek: The Legend of Three Mile Island

Note: March 28, 1979 was the Three Mile Island Disaster. I will post this story every year on this date.

I believe that

no matter how prepared you are,

no matter how talented you are,

no matter how determined you are,

no matter how smart you are,

no matter how attractive you are,

you still need “The Big Luck” to make your mark in the world.

“Time and chance happeneth to them all” –Eccslesiastes

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Mike Pintek died today, September 12, 2018.

Who was he? You may well ask.

On March, 28, 1979, he was a reporter for a Harrisburg, Pennsylvania area news station. He went on to have a career in radio broadcasting.

At any rate, let me set the stage for you:

According to Geologists, thanks to what is know as the Allegheny Orogeny, for some 325 million years, the Susquehanna river, originating at Lake Otsego in Cooperstown, New York wound its way through the mountains past the City of Harrisburg. And many years later, upon its Western Shore in Middletown, Pennsylvania, rose quietly the brand-new Triple Stacks of the Three Mile Island Nuclear Power Plant.

March 1979: The nation is spinning slowly out of control. The American Industrial heartland is collapsing under the weight of bleary-eyed weepy environmentalist EPA regulations, shrieking mobster Bolshevik Union demands, whiny 😫  OSHA regulations and fierce competition from Japan 🇯🇵 .

Jimmy Carter, our beleaguered President is blaming Americans for everything. Gas prices are skyrocketing, high inflation, staggering unemployment.

Hope was dead across America. For the first time since the Revolution, we were heading downhill instead of up. Opportunities were limited and the skies were always gray. The disenfranchised youth of the Jones generation crashed on the shoals of the boomers and the greatest generation.

It was impossible, in this era, to stand out or be famous or be important. There was no internet, no cellphones, not much cable 📺 tv. There were newspapers and radio 📻 and tv 📺 news.

And then something happened at the nuclear Power Plant. And a young reporter named Mike Pintek made a simple phone call to Three Mile Island and he was patched through to the Control Room by mistake…. by mistake….

”I can’t talk right now! There’s a problem!”

Said a voice on the other end. And so it began.

And Mike Pintek had his ‘Hindenburg Disaster’ broadcasting moment: ‘Oh the Humanity!’ That one great lucky break of pure circumstance. And then, he was famous forever. And he stood out. And he made a name for himself. And he was etched forever into the book of American History.

We could all live vicariously through Mike Pintek. What if we too got the big break… The Big Luck… in the military, at work, at school, in a sport, in the arts 🎭?

Mike allowed us believe that if we could just get into the game and we followed the path and worked hard and did what we could to succeed, that maybe, just maybe, our one big moment was waiting for us just over the hill.

RIP Mike