April 5th, 2007

shep

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Bob Clark, director of A CHRISTMAS STORY, died along with his son after their car was hit head-on by a drunk driver. Bob's career as a director was an interesting one. He managed to direct one of my most favorite movies ever, and one of the worst pieces of garbage I ever had the misfortune to sit through.

But it's not right to speak ill of the dead, is it? Forgive him his BABY GENIUSES, remember him not for BABY GENIUSES 2: SUPERBABIES, do what you will with PORKY'S (I maintain the first movie, however pureile at times, is a good example of early 80s nostalgia comedy -- though I am still chagrined that it outgrossed Barry Levinson's wonderful DINER in 1982) but light a candle in memory of the man who gave us A CHRISTMAS STORY and, to a lesser extent if you will, TURK 182! (exclamation mark part of the name.)

As well as BLACK CHRISTMAS, one of the films in the 70s that helped define the slasher genre.

See? The man was all over the map there. But he entertained people, made 'em happy, and helped Shep realize one of his most beloved stories, and you know? That's a darn good legacy.
Make Mine Moxie

[beisbol] well, the double play was nice

Well, if Boston's golden boy Dice-K retired after that lovely first inning and cashed out that contract, he'd have been paid rougly $7.42 million for each ball he gave up.

The odds of him giving up a homer on the first pitch, by the way, were 10,000 to 100, according to the office line-guy.