Thank God They’re Gone!

not famousA couple of weeks ago, E! cancelled I Am Cait — and not a minute too soon.  Quite frankly, Caitlyn Jenner’s 15 minutes were up last year when she appeared on the cover of Vanity Fair.  Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like Cait is going to go quietly, but, with any luck at all, she’ll just dissolve back into the Kardashian Universe and we’ll never hear from her again.

Here are a few other celebs who’ve recently got the memo “Hey! You’re Not Famous Anymore.”  And don’t worry if you don’t know who these people are — as “media whores” go, they obviously weren’t that good.

Sean Combs, Puff Daddy, P. Diddy or whatever he’s calling himself this week — Back in the day, this guy actually had a music career, but he got outrun by younger, faster and better.  Ever since then, he’s been trying (unsuccessfully) to reinvent himself and has changed his name so many times even Google doesn’t know who he is.

The crowd from Jersey Shore — Will we ever forget Snooki and her friends? (I’m guessin’ yes.)  Honestly, calling yourself JWoww or The Situation in 2016 is just sad.

Nick Carter — Very few people knew who this guy was even when he actually was somebody.

Charlie Sheen — The poster boy for WTF.  “Hey, Chuck! Nobody cares anymore!”

Shia LaBeouf — Charlie Sheen’s evil little brother.  Every since LaBeouf showcased his acting talents in Transformers, he’s made a new career out of being a jackass.  It isn’t working.

Tyga — One of the ickier members of the Kardashian Universe.  His claim to fame was “dating” a very underage Kylie Jenner — with, I might add, Caitlyn and the rest of the crew’s tacit approval.  These days, he’s living off his rep and making headlines for getting robbed.

Jonathan Cheban — Another Kardashian hanger-on people generally referred to as “Who?”

And finally, the grandmother of them all:

Paris Hilton — The gal who invented Nouveau Skank.  Paris started falling off the media radar when she dumped BFF Nicole Ritchie and people discovered just how boring she was as a solo act.  These days, she’s a DJ and was seen recently, in Vegas, pumping out fake orgasms for the Thunder From Down Under crowd.

Fame, thy name is transient — thank God.

 

The 4 Rules Of Sex In The Movies

sex in filmSex is to the movie industry what Jean Paul Sartre is to the forward pass in American football: even though they exist simultaneously, they literally have no connection to each other.

Back in the day, sex in the movies was a heated glance, a passionate kiss (sometimes two) and then a slow fade-out or a quick change of camera angle.  It wasn’t reality, but everybody could kinda, sorta figure out what was going on.  Somewhere in the 60s, things changed and movie makers started slipping a few bums or a breast or two into their films — the cliché “T and A” of all good advertising campaigns.  Audiences liked it, critics applauded, and when the censors didn’t notice, film makers got bolder — and even bolder.  By the 1980s, pretty much every movie except Rambo had an obligatory soft-core porno scene, and after that, the studios simply went nuts.  Soon there was so much skin on the silver screen that it looked as if hard-core porn and mainstream movies were eventually just going to meet somewhere in the middle.  Luckily, before it got to “Anthony Hardwood Meets Meg Ryan,” the studios came to their senses.  Now the industry is governed by a strict set of rules which has returned sex in movies to its roots: it isn’t reality, but everybody can kinda, sorta figure it out.

Here are the basic rules:

Foreplay — These scenes begin with a heated glance, normally in a hallway, a doorway or an abandoned somewhere else.  This is followed by a ferrrrrocious grappling, where the two characters clinch and chew on each other like a couple of starving wolverines.  Snarling and slobbering, they tear at their clothes, smash each other into walls, stumble over furniture and generally wrestle each other to the ground, the floor, a desk, a kitchen table, a sofa, the hood of a conveniently placed ’57 Chevy, or sometimes even a bed.  Vertical to horizontal takes anywhere from 45 to 90 seconds, the director calls cut and everybody checks for bruises.

Underwear* — The amount of underwear a female movie character gets is directly proportional to the fame of the actress portraying her.  The more famous the actress, the more likely it is she’ll get a bra, keep it on, and even have sex without removing it.  Lesser-known actresses spend a lot more time topless and sometimes don’t even get panties.  A perfect example of this is Emilia Clark.  In the beginning, when she and Game of Thrones were relatively unknown, Clark’s character Daenerys Targaryen spent most of Season One wearing nothing more than an injured air and a ribbon in her hair.  However, after the Emmys started coming in, Clark’s character got to put her clothes back on, and for the last 5 seasons, has hardly undone a button.
*This rule does not apply to male characters who are allowed to take off their shirts anytime but must — miraculously — have sex without ever removing their underwear.

The Rule of Twelve — Every sex scene in contemporary movies has to contain these twelve mandatory elements: closed eyes, sweat, an arched back (women only) a standing thrust, a sitting bounce, one haunch-to-paunch clinch, a clawing hand, a gripping hand, a half-bum silhouette, at least one soundless moan, two barrel rolls and three nose-to-nose close-ups.  Whatever’s left is up to the director’s discretion.

And finally:

The Rule of One — One (and ONLY one) sex scene is allowed per movie– whether it’s Anne of Green Gables or The Marquis de Sade’s Summer Vacation.  The general consensus is that one scene is art, two is indefensible as art, and three is … well, you might just as well be doing porn.

At the end of the day, everyone in the film industry will tell you that sex is used for realism and to advance or enhance the storyline.  But, think about it.  How much better would Gone With The Wind have been if we’d seen Rhett and Scarlett banging away on the ruined steps of Tara?  Would our appreciation of Casablanca been enhanced by a ménage a trois between Rick, Ilsa and Victor Laszlo?  What about Citizen Kane?  Or The Wizard of Oz?  Or a little man-on-man grab-ass in The Shawshank Redemption?  No, no, no, no and no!  The truth is sex in the movies is just a gratuitous way to put bums into theatre seats — full stop.

Pokemon Go — Everybody Wins

PikachuPokemon Go has just been released in Canada (shows you what kinda second tier country we are). Everybody’s jumped ship to go hunt for the little bastard and his buddies and now there’s nobody left to talk to.  Not that the conversation has been up to much these days, what with Taylor Swift feuding with Kanye and Kim — again, Russian athletes getting caught for doping — again — and some Playboy bunny being publically shamed for publically shaming some other woman earlier in the week.  Plus ça change!

(To be fair, Dani Mathers, the original shamer, apologized —  not to the woman she made fun of — the shamee — but to the Internet in general.  Then she offered some lame ass “sorry-I’m-a-techno-idiot” excuse for posting the picture and making her juvenile joke.  Oddly, she never mentioned the teeny-tiny fact that she’d just taken a naked photograph of a stranger — without permission.  Personally, I thought there were laws against such things but in the brave new world of who’s on the shaming carousel, I’m pretty certain law enforcement has thrown up its hands in disgust.)

Anyway, enough about shaming.

I’m a huge fan of this Pokemon Go phenom and in my opinion the Pokemon people are doing humanity a great service.

One — Pokemoners (Pokemonites?) (Pokemonians?) are vertical and moving.  This is a good thing.  Video games have a tendency to weaken the mind and widen the backside, so, getting hordes of pale people out of their basement ass grooves has got to be a positive thing.  This might not be a lot of exercise but … it’s better than what we had.  Honestly, some of the folks I’ve seen stumbling around staring at their phones look as if they haven’t bestirred themselves since the original video game came out in 1995.

Two — A strange thing happens when gamers are unleashed from their consoles and their television sets — they act like real people.  I’ve seen people — this is true — talking to each other.  They use hand gestures, body language and facial expressions.  I’ve seen them flirt, cavort and even discuss.  Obviously, it’s all about which little fellow they found, didn’t find or are looking for but, still, it’s a start.

And finally:

Three — As long as the Pokemon hunt is on, there is a whole pile of  Internet personalities who just aren’t there — they’re previously engaged.  I’m not one of these “get-a-life” people. Honestly, if you want to spend your time playing with imaginary creatures that’s your business and who am I to judge?  (After all. I write fiction, for God’s sake!)  However, it doesn’t bother me a bit that I’ve noticed the number of nasty, gossipy, disjointed and just plain idiotic comments on the Internet have decreased since Pokemon Go has hove up on the horizon.  So, it looks like we all win.  Just sayin’!