MasterChugs Theater: ‘Black Caesar’

Last week’s review of Black Dynamite has inspired me to have yet another blaxploitation theme month. Get ready for a classic film in the genre.

It’s probably only to be expected that the most ambitious of American International’s blaxploitation movies was directed by Larry Cohen. For one thing, the performance Cohen coaxed out of Yaphet Kotto in Bone, the director’s first feature film, gave him a reputation as someone who knew how to work with black actors. With that going for him, he was well placed to take advantage of the studio’s celebrated willingness to let a filmmaker experiment provided that the finished product could still make a buck at the end of the day. But beyond that, Cohen’s movies (yes, even the bad ones) have always reflected a desire to take on more than the conventional concerns of the typical exploitation picture. With Black Caesar, Cohen set out to make a blaxploitation movie that would deal seriously with issues that most of its ilk used as disposable plot devices while simultaneously paying conscious homage to the gangster films of the early 1930’s. Continue reading MasterChugs Theater: ‘Black Caesar’

But what about those screendoors?

As we’ve reported before, submarines are a relatively new technology that the U.S. Navy’s still perfecting 100 years later. Just last February, it dawned on our fairer military branch that women are a natural fit–both literally and olfactorally–in subs.

Now they’re starting to wonder if smoking in a submerged sub is a really good idea.

Due to health concerns about second-hand smoke in an enclosed space with recycled air, the Navy’s finally rectifying this with an order, effective December 31, 2010.

So, to sum this decision up: it’s important, should have been instituted years ago and can wait until next year’s Resolutions.

There is nothing about this story that I don’t like

The headline? Love it.

The byline? Love it.

The credible source? Love it.

The source of the story? Love it.

Why do I love it? Because, according to the story, UFO experts tell us that aliens are attacking our sheep. I’d repeat that sentence, but, well, sometimes the proof is just in the pudding.

Go #### yourself Green Bay

If you’re tired of Brett Favre news, and God knows we’re not, then don’t continue reading. Otherwise, this next tidbit is for you.

Babies: they crap all over the place, stumble around, cry uncontrolably, basically they’re like the drunkest guy/girl at a party with severe daddy issues, fun for nobody. Especially when they take away from YOUR spotlight. Well imagine if you’re the biggest attention whore ever. Then imagine the spotlight taken away not only if you had a child, but a grandchild. Can you imagine, Brett?