Oh, here's a goody: the Lifetime Movie Title Generator. (link via Daze Reader)
When I first got cable hooked up some years back, I assumed from the listings, the Lifetime channel was the B Movie channel, and I was amused to see an entire channel devoted to bad movie-of-the-week rerurns. Not too long after that, I was a tad peeved to find out the channel billed itself (and apparently proudly to boot) as the entertainment for women channel.
Oh, c'mon. Puh-leeeze.
I think watching Tiffany Amber Thiessen wander around stupidly with amnesia or Cheryl Ladd search for her kidnapped kids through bad plots certainly must transcend gender. I really think it terribly unfair that women get the blame both for original sin AND the Lifetime Channel.
It's simply too much to bear.
Sigh.
But I do like B movies. I admit it. I especially like classic old B movies, which somehow can seem a bit redeemed by the passage of time. Bad film noir movies and 60s romps.
I just rewatched a classic 60s romp a couple days ago: What's New Pussycat? This movie is actually an early Woody Allen film (not to be confused with his other early offering, What's Up, Tiger Lily?) Allen didn't direct this one, but he did write the screenplay. It was supposed to be a semi-biographical farce about "You're So Vain" Warren Beatty, but Allen's screenplay played up the other bizarre characters more than the character based on Beatty, so Beatty declined to do the film. So, instead, they got Peter O'Toole to star in it. Co-stars include Peter Sellers (who seems to sport a sort of Lord Fauntleroy outfit while being chased by his Valkyrie-costumed wife throughout parts of the film), Paula Prentiss, and Woody Allen (his acting debut, apparently). Oh, yeah, then there's the bit where Ursula Andress gratutiously falls from the sky.
All to Burt Bacharach's title song to the movie. Whoa-whoa-whoa-uh. Love that damn song. Bacharach's birthday, was told coincidentally, just happened to be yesterday, May 12th. Happy Birthday, Pussycat.
I double dog dare Lifetime to run that movie sometime. Oh, but it's not a women-in-peril/women-empowered-by-peril flick. But I think given how their programming rationalizations seem to go, they could actually justify it by noting how many women Peter O'Toole imperils by calling them Pussycat.
You and your pussycat nose.
I am a Bruce ("I drink, therefore I am ....") according to this quiz (the link to which I found on Out of Lascaux):
You're a BRUCE! Well then governor, you a rather lucky sort! You love a good party and can befriend anyone (especially after a few Fosters). Australia! Australia! Australia! Australia! Australia! We Love You! Amen!
Which Monty Python Character Are You
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I don't mind at all being deemed a Bruce, but to tell the truth, I think I am actually more likely the exploding penguin on the telly.
