Random Musings

 

I have been trying to come up with another blog post and all I could come up with is random thoughts.  I didn’t want to lose my 20 followers so here it is….

 Thank you Bravo TV for bringing back the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills on November 5, 2012. It is one day before my birthday and I say thank you for that gift.

I went and saw “The Master” this weekend and I have come to the conclusion that I am not mentally developed enough to see Phillip Seymour Hoffman movies. It has become clear to me that I can’t follow and understand his films. From this day forward, he will have to continue his career without my help. I am sure right now he is crying over the enormous loss. There was a woman in the theater who was clearly in my development percentile because when the lights came on she said loudly, “Somebody want to tell me what that was about?” She didn’t want to be friend. I asked.

I learned an important lesson over the weekend. Just because you are friends with someone on Facebook it doesn’t mean that you warrant a hello when they see you in public. Message delivered and received.

Dina Lohan is my new personal idol (funny spell check wanted to write it as idiot) because she did something that I always wanted to do flip off Dr.Phil. Of all the great things Oprah has done for the world I think she screwed up royally when she gave him a platform for his “wisdom.” Please if you see me in public don’t bring this up unless you want a 50 minute conversation. You have been warned.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WM1o7Hj-jAk

Oh yeah, you know the sharks at the Zoo that has the fish hanging on its mouth? That is Dr.Phil’s wife Robin at the end of the show when he drags her off the stage. Seriously, why is she still watching that crap from the audience?

I have no worries that Seacrest will see my FB posts and threaten me legally or pull a restraining order. I am no threat to him. If I ever met him face to face, I would mess his hair up and say, “How does it feel to be the new face of Terrorism now that Bin Laden” is gone.  Mark my words people.

I am obsessed with the Maroon 5 video “One More Night.” I feel sorry for his band mates (as much as I can for rich rock stars) because it really should be called the “Adam Levine pays our bills band” because he really is the main attraction. I couldn’t pick his band out in a line-up. Back to the video, I was at the gym when they showed the video on t.v. and it was brilliant that they had him pick up a baby and play with her. Could that be any hotter? At the end of the video, the chick leaves him in an empty apartment alone. She takes the baby with her. Stupid bitch.  IF you really want to punish him, leave the baby. Oh, wait a minute, if she did that he would get more chicks.  I clearly have invested a lot of time in this video. As I was preparing the link, I watched it for 7,000th time. She really could have given him one more night.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwK7ggA3-bU

I am obsessed with the show Castle. How come I have never watched this show earlier? I came across this gem one day and am now obsessed with it. I love Nathan Fillion and remember when he was on One Live to Live. I still don’t understand how he is legally able to work for the NYPD. I am also not sure if I would want him to solve my murder.

A sinking ship, a speeding bus and a porn star

I love  going to the movies and buying snowcaps and sitting down in a chair that may or may not have bedbugs and being with strangers and sharing a filmatic (is that a word?) experience.  A few stand out above others:

Speed- I saw it with a bunch of bus driver and they were the best audience EVER! They were so into it and they would talk aloud to the screen about what was or wasn't possible. Who knew that Metro buses can only go over 55? Now I know because the guy next to me told me repeatedly. The scene where the bus jumps over the half-finished bridge? I thought the crowd was going to bust. Hands down the best audience I have ever been a part of.

Titanic- I saw it the weekend it opened and I had to sneak in to see it. Tip-- If they tell you that a movie is sold out. It isn't. They go on the premise that no one will sit in the first two rows. You could hear a pin drop in the theater for the last hour. When the lights came up everyone walked out emotionally spent. I cried because Leo was dead. My sister cried because dogs were on the Titanic too.

Boogie Nights- A gay couple sat in front of me during the movie and when Marky Mark did the big reveal at the end, they both started giggling and one of them dropped his popcorn. It was awesome!

 

 

My Joe Simpson

I really wanted to call this blog Sally Kolks M.D. The M.D. would stand for media dominated but blogger wouldn't let me. So for now this is the title. Please don't confuse it with the title of my autiobiography, "Life is Too Short to Wear Tight Pants." I won't publish it until I sell the film rights. Okay, enough fooling around its time to get to business. Writing a blog has been an idea of mine for awhile and it wasn't until my Fox gig ended that I finally got the push I needed.  The beauty of this is that I can say whatever I want and don't have to keep it to a 2 minute segment. I can also talk not just about my first love movies, but I can also talk about all things MEDIA!!! Like Taylor Swift dating an 18 year old, like my love for Slyvester Stallone that I have kept hidden for 42 years and my obsession with cheesy Maroon 5 videos and my personal favorite question of all time-- Where were you when Susan Lucci won the daytime emmy. So I am going to make a concerted effort to update this blog with all of my media musings. You were warned.

Since this is my inagural post, it only seemed natural that I call it after my biggest fan in life, my father George. He was the one who called me one crazy morning in 2006 and encouraged me to go for Movie Mom. It was later changed to Mom at the Movies to avoid a lawsuit. He helped me make an audition tape and was probably happier than me when I called to tell him that I had got the gig. For the first year, he would accompany me to every appearance and in all honesty he had tears in his eyes for about 90% of them. He dvr'd every segment and called me on my way home from downtown. He loved that he helped one of his children achieve their dreams and he knew mine was to talk about movies and media . I jokingly called him my "Joe Simpson" because he liked to manage my so called "career." He's still doing it now, he just has a better seat.