Saturday, September 1, 2012

Clint, Clint, Clint

OK, I haven't watched the entire lunacy that is Clint Eastwood's remarks (one would be hard pressed to call it a "speech") at the Republican convention, but not because I haven't tried.  I just can't sit through more than a few seconds of the stammering, wandering,"I left my tinfoil hat at home" wackiness of it.

And then, in reading about it, I stumbled across the slightly astounding fact that he's scheduled to direct Beyonce in a remake of the movie A Star Is Born.  Wow.  On so many levels, wow.

Wow number 1: Clint Eastwood is a proven good director (Million Dollar Baby.)  He is also a proven crazy old man (Republican National Committee convention.)

Wow number 2:  Beyonce is making a movie career out of resurrecting gay singing icons gone-by, either dead (Etta James in Cadillac Records,) from one of their past heydays (Diana Ross in Dreamgirls.  Sort of.) or fictional/past/dead (Esther/Judy Garland in A Star is Born.)   A mrpeenee prediction: before the next presidential election, we will see Beyonce in a remake of Yentl.  You heard it here first.

Wow number 3.  Clint Eastwood used to be really cute.


  1. Oh, yes, he was hot back in the day. Even though he remained fully dressed through almost all of "Play Misty for Me," he was sexier in just that one movie than Sly Stallone has been in his entire film career!

    As I understand it, Mr. Eastwood is not socially conservative, making it even more strange that he appeared at the RNC to support Romney. Maybe Mrs. R. will appear in a guest spot on "Modern Family" someday -- or even as Kurt's LGBT-supportive grandmom on "Glee"! (Yeah, I know, when Beelzebub wins the Olympic gold for figure skating!).

  2. Eastwood is just dreadful. And as for Miss Knowles, it has been a constant source of amazement to me how someone with such a miniscule amount of talent has the cheek to even try and kiss the coat-tails of the likes of Miss James, Miss Ross or Miss Garland. Yuk! I hate Hollywood lately. Jx

  3. The Eastwood thing (and surely he is 182, not 82) was SO bizarre that I am starting to wonder if it was actually a Democratic Dirty Trick: "Hey Clint, we know you're not REALLY a Republican...heh heh...we have this idea..."


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