Hucklebug Episode 71: Website woes, shout-outs, movies (Stennie: 2046, Christmas in July, To Sir With Love; Bet: Dinner at Eight, The Heiress), lowlights & highlights, fuck-offs and you-rules, Worst Actors and Actresses Ever.
PS: Lily, sorry you didn’t get a shout-out this week. Your comment was lost in the Hucklebug.com outage. Next week you’ll get two!
Posted on behalf of Sal:
Ok, let me clear something up about Michael Des Barres. He was not in a group called De Barres. Michael was a British hard rock singer for a Los Angeles band called Detective. This description is taken directly from IMDB.
But he may be more infamously known for “Bedding” and marrying the notorious “groupie” Pamela De Barres.
Michael did have and continues to have a so-so career as an actor in such projects as The Rockford Files, McGuyver, Pink Cadillac & Charmed.
Some more important Michael Des Barres info:
Detective were signed to Led Zeppelin’s Swan Song label. In 1978 Des Barres was on the episode of WKRP In Cincinnati where the station promoted a show by the “hoodlum rock” band Scum Of The Earth. (The difference between hoodlum rock and punk, btw, was punk rock bands didn’t actually physically assault the audience.) At the end of the episode they’re shown on stage performing the Detective song Got Enough Love. Later Michael became the lead singer in Power Station after Robert Palmer left.
Worst actor is easy. Affleck, Ben.
I liked 2046 more after the second viewing. Tony Leung is the luckiest dude in the world: in this movie he plays opposite Gong Li, Faye Wong, Zhang Ziyi, Carina Lau, and, briefly, Maggie Cheung. It’s a total HK mega-babe fest.
OK, good job Bet on the Ambrosia trivia. So, the name of the Ambrosia album you were searching for is “Life Beyond L.A.”
BTW… my own “F” OFF to freewebs.com. This shit hole service that holds our drive-in society’s website as well as my own blog hostage has been offline so often these past two weeks that I’m getting strange emails asking me to “pay my bill”
Shit that pisses me off.
Sorry for the rant and the potty mouth!
I think you’re thinking of (?Michael) DeBarge in Debarge, not Michael Des Barres.
And when it comes to cable, I’ve got it, (okay, some variation of satellite tv, but the same thing) but what I don’t have is TiVo or the equivalent—haven’t recorded a show in ages, and I’m not on Netflix. Inconceivable to you folks, I expect.
DeBARGE! Thank you, Lily.
I have my song for “Title Out of Nowhere” and boy was that a rough one for me. I never thought about that before.
I must rebut the Americano issue. I have found that sometimes the ‘baristas’ miscount the espresso to water ratio and you get the dishwater problem. Worst one ever was in South America, where coffee comes from. (Why were you in Starbucks in South America, you might ask? Well, in most of those countries the only kind of coffee you can get is a little espresso cup. I was really cold and wanted a nice big cup of coffee.) However, when an Americano is done properly, I like them a lot and that’s what I usually get. I will admit that it doesn’t strip the stomach lining off of me like a cup of regular Starbucks does. (TMI—if you’re ever, um, “backed up”, just have one cup of Caffe Verona. That will clear you out right quick) All the regular lattes and cappucinos have way too much milk and not enough coffee, and they charge you a million dollars for them. Although recently I have switched to decaf skim lattes because that’s milk, calcium and nutrition. But I’m only willing to pay for that once or twice a week.
Okay, I really should wait to listen to the whole podcast before submitting comment, but I had one question for Bet when she said “anyone from Saturday Night Live shouldn’t think they should be actors”. Where did Bill Murray come from? And I’d consider Dan Akroyd for some of his stuff.
(Okay, now I’m waiting for the podcast to end before I hit submit and then I’ll shut up)
AMEN to Kevin Costner, unless it’s Bull Durham. But I don’t think it’s because he can act, but because that one part molded to the particular kind of wood he portrays. Shatner could act before ST, and his particular kind of bad actually works in Boston Legal. I always say that Pacino has the Shatner problem. Became caricatures of themselves, and can only act by shouting.
(See, now I’m done)
Scarface ruined Al Pacino for good, with the exception of Glengarry GR.
This damn CD Mix is kickin’ my arse!!!
I’m torn – I’m not sure if Ben Affleck is truly the worst, or is it, perchance, Antonio “The Bee” Banderas?
Worst actress? Madonna. She’s just awful.
Sorry for not being able to participate in the sinky new CD mix. It is very sweet that you’re upset by that, but there is just no way I could have gotten that baby done and mailed on time.
OH – AND Happy Birthday Stenns! How did you spend the big day? And how did you decide to quit smoking? Sorry your gift is late. I need to set my calendar reminders earlier.
Happy birthday, Stennie!
I did want to comment on the Americano thing. I think it’s funny that Stennie thinks they’re like battery acid and Bet thinks they’re like bathwater. I’ve never tasted battery acid. Is it similar to bathwater?
-venice
Follow up my my phone call today, I FINALLY figured out how to transfer the podcast to my IPOD…I needed to convert it to the MP3…I thought that’s how it downloaded…apparently not.
Anyway, I’m looking forward to you two at the gym in the am…
OK, now I can’t figure out why Itunes doesn’t have the last four podcasts up yet…any suggestions????
I don’t understand why Marla B. had to convert the podcast to an MP3?
All I had to do was subscribe to the podcast, then in iTunes’ preferences I asked it to sync the podcast to my ipod. Done!
Happy B’day Stennie!
Happy birthday, Stennie!
I’m just about to start a mindless project here at work so I can finally catch up on episode #71. (All my comments that seem content-related are based entirely on the comments I’ve read here.) I am breathlessly awaiting your assessment of 2046, which I loved. (I’m assuming you’ve seen In The Mood For Love—I think I remember you saying that you had.) Anyway, not having had my Hucklebug fix in a while, I am very much looking forward to catching up and, if my new class doesn’t get in the way too much, actually listening to this week’s episode on Wednesday!
Oh, and I would tend to agree with Mike’s assessment of Pacino, who ever since Scarface seems to think that volume is all, especially if he can butt it up against a low-level intro. (“If… I say… this is the way it’sgonnabethenTHISISTHEWAY… IT’SGONNA…FUCKIN’… BE!) In this way, I guess, he has become our very own American version of Richard Harris…
Fortunately, Scarface did not ruin De Palma (this is known, in the biz, as a deliberate bait line… any takers?)
Hey, I’m gonna go see Leonard Maltin talk about his new 2008 model MOVIE GUIDE at Vroman’s Bookstore in Pasadena tomorrow night. My best friend and I were laughing last night, imagining Maltin doing an actual reading from the book:
“And now I’ll be reading my particularly insouciant capsule review, brand-new for this edition, of Epic Movie…”
If I can get one, you guys want an autograph?
Oh, and ladies and all, if you want a good chuckle, hop on over to my blog and check out my seven-year-old daughter’s drawing of me.
It’s at http://tinyurl.com/3yluax
I thought it was very Ralph Steadman-esque, but someone else invoked the name Edward Munch!
Sorry! This is the last one—- Mike, you are not the only Polanski fan. I even saw What? (otherwise known as Forbidden Games) in a theater. Favorites: Repulsion, Rosemary’s Baby, Chinatown, Macbeth, The Tenant, Tess, Bitter Moon and even Pirates. But Frantic? Sorry, I can’t go there!
Shit. Here I get to the end of the show and you guys start talking about about worst movie actors of all time. Okay, I’ll hold this comment box open until the end of the show. First, I would totally agree with Andie McDowell, and I thought your comment about not even being able to be convincing about her own beautiful skin was painfully on target. And she delivers perhaps one of the worst all-time performances in one of my least-favorite movies from one of my favorite directors (still with me?) as the confused and bereaved mother in Altman’s Short Cuts. Never mind that the movie is a mess. McDowell, mother though she may be, is completely inept and unbelievable in this part. Histrionics and self-righteous fury are WAAAAAY out of the tiny plastic baggie that contains her meager ability.
And Bet is right on about Penelope Ann Miller too, who used to show up regularly a few years for seemingly no other reason that to provide the glaring flaw in otherwise perfectly brilliant movies (Carlito’s Way). Her best moments on screen are when she’s being chased by the creature in the unexpected nifty museum monster movie The Relic.
And only a few years ago I would have put Gretchen Mol is the same category. But after seeing The Nototious Bettie Page I actually look forward to seeing her. One critic wrote of her in 3:10 to Yuma that she pulls off the spectacular feat as Christian Bale’s long-suffering wife of looking luminous and careworn at the same time. She’s a cutie, and a much better actress than the crappy parts she always took (Rounders, The Shape of Things) ever let on.
On to the boys? I HATE DANE COOK! Those sickening, smarmy ads he does promoting post-season baseball on TBS and ESPN make me want to actually consider homicide. Regis Toomey—I’ll buy thzzzzzzzz….. Huh? We were talking about Regis Toomey. Sorry. But, Bet? Clint Eastwood? Come on! In the Line of Fire? Clint cries! And Chekhov on Star Trek could turn a two-syllable word (“Captain”) into a four or, on a good day, five-syllable word (“Ki-yap-e-ti-yan.”) Bad! And as far as I’m concerned, there can be no case made for Tim Allen. One of the worst of all time—one cannot believe a word that comes out of this fathead’s head.
That’s it for me, I swear. I faithfully await #72!