Category: Film
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Kevin Garnett, the Hidden Jewel of Uncut Gems
But Sandler gets a big assist from the maniacal Garnett, who plays himself in Uncut Gems. The film is set during the 2012 NBA Playoffs, and “follows” the big man throughout the Eastern Conference semifinal series between the Boston Celtics and the Philadelphia 76ers.
A Tribute to the Unsinkable Debbie Reynolds and Her Superb Multimedia Exercise Program
“Debbie’s well-honed persona, the bawdy but good-natured Broadway chorine, serves her well here, where every side bend is carefully calibrated for minimum physical impact and maximum Borscht Belt shtick.”
D.I.Y. Minnelli! The Liza Box is Completely Restored
“I ended up gifting the finished Liza Box to my little brother Robbie for Christmas that year. To gild the Minne-lily, I filled the box with all matter of Liza loot, including VHS copies of Rent-A-Cop and Arthur 2 from my personal collection and, the jewel in the crown, a customized Liza snow globe that played “New York, New York.” This feature gave me an unexpected thrill because the shaking movement required to activate the snow seemed to push Liza’s already erratic vibrato into previously uncharted tremulous territory.”
The First Sex Experiences of Celebrities
Victoria Principal (actress), 17 years old: “It was a month before my eighteeenth birthday that I finally lost my virginity….We were in the front seat. To have gotten in the back would have seemed to premeditated and I was still holding on to some vestige of propriety. It was very short and there was no particular pain or pleasure, no particular physical sensation. In fact, afterward I thought, ‘Jesus, there’s got to be more than this. If not, I’m going back to the other stuff because petting was a lot of fun.'”
Annie Hall: Or, How I Coped When My Brother Inadvertently Stole My Dream
Joan Crawford’s 1968 Drunken Airport Interview: “I’m a Shtrong Dame”
“Where did you find her, Miss Crawford?” the interviewer asks of Carol, the terrified six-year-old placed on Joan’s lap as a prop—sort of like the crumpled flowers. One feels for the bewildered child, whom Joan now asphyxiates in the fetid brew of her alcohol- perfume- and cigarette-drenched plane ride. “Oh, I just always pick up children,” the star replies without a hint of irony, clearly unaware that George Cukor is not, in fact, the man behind the camera and that it is no longer 1940.