Why hole yourselves up in a stuffy office when a terrace comes with it? Sid Caesar conducts a writing conference for his new TV show, Caesar's Hour, on the terrace of his penthouse office, October 28, 1954. Left to right around the table: Aaron Ruben, Joe Stein, Tony Webster (standing), Caesar, and Mel Tolkin. In the background, Howard Morris and Carl Reiner, Sid's fellow comics, lounge against the rail.
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2022: Louie Anderson, Louie Perry Anderson, attore e comico statunitense. (n.1953)
2021: Gernot Langes-Swarovski, imprenditore austriaco pronipote del fondatore dell’azienda Daniel Swarovski è stato manager partner del gruppo tirolese D. Swarovski. Era conosciuto come il “re dei cristalli“. (n. 1943)
2021: Nathalie Delon, pseudonimo di Francine Canovas, è stata un’attrice e regista francese. E’…
😂🔊Now presenting: the trailer for season three of 'Make Some Noise'! Premiering June 24th.
Make Some Noise season three is our biggest and noisiest season yet and will consist of a whopping 20 episodes with host Sam Reich back behind the desk.
Featuring the return of the Noise Boys (Josh Ruben, Zac Oyama, Brennan Lee Mulligan) and an incredible slew of guests: Anna Garcia, Chris Grace, Carl Tart, Ify Nwadiwe, Ally Beardsley, Erika Ishii, Geoff Ross, Izzy Roland, Jacob Wysocki, Jacquis Neal, Jeremy Culhane, Jess McKenna, Jiavani, Kimia Behpoornia, Kurt Maloney, Lauren Pritchard, Lou Wilson, Nick Mandernach, Rashawn Scott, Ross Bryant, Vic Michaelis, Zac Oyama, Zeke Nicholson, Paul F. Tompkins, Talia Tabin, Victoria Longwell, Devin Field, Rachel Bloom, Hannah Pilkes, D.J. Mausner, Malachai Komanoff Bandy, Mimi von Schack, Maame-Yaa Aforo, Sarah Claspell, Ryder Dunagan, Caitlin Reilly, Pete Holmes, Bri Giger, Echo Kellum, Angela Giarratana, Corin Wells, Ben Schwartz, and Ryan Gaul!
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which character from any media would you like to have as a father?: stealing chani's answer because no one could possibly top bob belcher 🍔
if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?: as someone who used to work with exotic wild animals who were rescued from the pet trade and needed to be re-taught how to act like wild animals, i'm not gonna answer this one. i know some wild animals are more amenable to being pets but sorry i hate fun!!! 😇
what is your Chinese takeout order?: veggie lo mein or chicken fried rice
what's your favourite emoji?: 🌸 this guy but also 💫 this guy.
would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?: we have a library and i'm obsessed with it, i wouldn't trade it for either of the others. it's a silly little room but i love it in there. it used to be a deck and the previous owners closed it in and made it part of the house, so the floor and ceiling are a little slanted. but i'm in there all the time in my cozy chair.
what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?: hehe rugrats
what was your tumblr like when you first joined?: my old tumblr from 2013 was like a horny aesthetic blog with a little bit of fandom stuff and music stuff. the fandom and music stuff i reblogged was like carefully curated though, in keeping with the aesthetic. what a pain in the ass.
what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?: i've been trying to think of something for like 20 minutes so i'm gonna skip this one lol
if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?: if i was dropped in supernatural i could make my way around that huge ass bunker without even thinking about it, which is so embarrassing.
what is your favourite piece of art?: i always come back to hero and leander by rubens 🌊
do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?: yeah, it's gray and it has a ram's head on it and says "fortune favors the brave" lmfao. my husband got it as a christmas gift from a coworker a few years ago and i've stolen it. 🐏
what fanfic trope is a quiet fave?: lately i'm really into whumpy hurt/comfort
do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?: i carry a bag sometimes, it's a black leather backpack. i just looked and there's not much in there because i don't carry it very often. maybe the tylenol is weird?
If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?: ah man, maybe lip? that feels like the obvious one. some enemies to lovers action. how fun would it be for those two to fuck it out?
what is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?: AUs! this fandom made me an au guy.
Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?: i think he tries! i think he wraps his arms under his butt and lifts him a little and staggers for a second, but it's easier when it's a piggyback ride. 🥰
who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?: carl or debbie! probably debbie tbh.
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In a video for Vanity Fair, Ruben Östlund confirms that Yaya, played perfectly by Charlbi Dean, notices the check as it's placed on the table. It was clear that she is in control and, with the entire restaurant open behind her, has room to navigate what happens while Carl, an equally excellent Harris Dickinson, literally has his back against the wall but I never noticed she'd glanced at the check.
Despite what the film wants to say about power and gender roles and beauty and work and wealth and shit and vomit, it actually matters very little, or dilutes what it manages to get across, if she did. It would've been more fun if Östlund had left us to argue as we left the cinema or fought to rewind and pause this scene as soon as the film ends.
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2022: Louie Anderson, Louie Perry Anderson, attore e comico statunitense. Molto attivo negli anni ottanta nei film e in altre apparizioni televisive, apprezzato per la sua figura da pacioccone. Dal 1994 al 1998 ha prodotto il cartone autobiografico La vita con Louie (Life with Louie), scritto quattro libri e, dal 1999 al 2002, condotto il game show televisivo Family Feud. Nel 1985 è stato sposato…
This quick post in the middle of nowhere to say I’ve just seen Ruben Östlund’s Triangle of Sadness. Gosh, the first sequence with all those beautiful masculine models, and the appearing main character Carl….
Beside the evident political and economical satires about the upper class domination and the fluctuent notion of power/tyranny through a grotesque mosaic of tones and philosophical or cultural references in general, as the French film La Grande bouffe, Sartre’s Les mouches, the Hegel’s Lord-bondsman dialectic, The Tempest by Shakespeare, the story of the Titanic and Defoe’s Robinson Crusoe, this opening scene of the first chapter must be underlined. I never saw before such an effective way for a film to raise my interest from the beginning. Best captatio benevolentiae since very long time. Ofc, one has to immediately think of the Southern Korean film Parasite which undoubtedly plays a major role in the director’s strategy and narration.
I repeat myself, but it’s so striking in my mind, more deeply than ever. Beauty of the male body is as delightful, or even more, as female ones. Definitely a great loss we have with the fall is Greek era. Fortunately the Renaissance gave a fresh bowl of air on that.
I shall leave you now, I must find some rest to deal with a massive deathly nosebleeding.
Planes, trains, and automobiles truly have found the most poetic way to distill our societal fetish for stratification. Traveling on a luxury cruise establishes a way to commodify privilege, and Ruben Östlund’s blistering satire cuts that to the core. Conspicuous consumption defines the luxurious lives of the antagonist-fools who charter the cruise, from model couple Carl and Yaya to the Russian plutocrat to the tech billionaire loser. They have the crew at their beck and call, making wild demands for their own amusement. They entertain delusions of egalitarianism, calling themselves philanthropists and claiming that at their core everyone is equal. One of the Russian entourage call this out before demanding all of the crew jump in the ocean for her, and the preposterous fashion show Yaya walks for blazes that slogan EVERYONE IS EQUAL in a moment of profound post-irony. All of society serves these privileged few, both on the boat and off. Yet there are tiers to this. The middle class of society-ship have more face-time with the wealthy, speak perfect English, and have more desirable jobs. The lush of a captain entertains notions of socialism between swills of drink, and for the stewards, they will do whatever their overlords bid in the hope of a good tip at the end of the ordeal. Below them are the working class laborers, cleaning the staterooms and mopping the shit. Looking at them or engaging with them is unthinkable, and they spend their idle hours in anonymous, windowless rooms.
External forces are the great equalizers. A storm ravages the stately captain’s dinner, rendering it a farce as the wealthy vomit and shit themselves. And then pirates sweep in to deal with the rest. At the end of it all, a handful remain, all reliant upon a toilet manager for their survival and well-being. Yet as the film wears on and transitions from ship to desert island, Östlund’s satire becomes decidedly less juvenalian and more humanist, or at least ambivalent in its views toward society. It’s fun to mock the rich, to enjoy the karmic payoff of disgusting wealthy people coated in shit or vomiting and wallowing in indignity. It’s delightful that the war profiteers bemoaning UN regulations are blown up by their own product. But that in and of itself doesn’t have more than surface appeal. As society realigns itself on the island, it becomes one of almost childish glee, the islanders mocking Carl as he becomes devoted to their new matriarch, and even jealous Yaya manages to have some moments of sincerity. This isn’t some operatic vindictive masturbation piece about the rich learning their lesson or the poor falling to the same level once they have that sort of power, or some grand build to self-destruction. That would be too easy. The film is nihilistic. Sudden, jarring changes shake the characters to their core time and again. But that sort of change is just kind of funny, at the end of the day. The things people will do for a pretzel stick.