Bite Me, Tony

A Murder of Crows, An Unkindness of Ravens ***This entry was originally written in mid-June but not posted until today. My personal treatments mentioned below have ceased, though not yet all the torments.*** A quarrelsome murder of crows were going at it hot and heavy just outside our bedroom window this morning. A murder of crows. Lions have their pride, whales a pod, there are herds of cattle and flocks of geese. But a murder of crows? Sounds like something cooked up by Charles Addams or Edward Gorey. It's an inventively macabre description that befits this boisterous crew who always seem  to be on the verge of murdering something , most usually one another.  At any rate, we'd been lying in bed, reluctant to depart the comfort of our nest. After all, it was a rare day blessedly free of doctor's appointments, chemoradiation treatments, telehealth calls and all the pain that these things entail. To be honest, my torture was temporarily blocked by the painkiller I'd take...

Artsy Fartsy - Gustav Klimt I haven't written anything about art on this blog since I first introduced it way back in, oh, whenever I started it. In which case, you might be surprised to learn that I am an art lover. Not an art academic, mind you--I did not get a doctorate in Art History--nor do I claim to be any sort of art expert. However, I do know one or two things--a fairly minimal amount, in the grand scheme of things--about quite a lot of art works and the brilliant (and in some cases, controversial) talents who created them. From here on, you'll likely be seeing an occasional post about some of my favorite artists and their most well-known (and, in some cases, lesser-known) works. If you've read this blog at all, you'll know that I am not locked into any specific genre or timeline when it comes to movies, TV shows or books. The same goes for paintings; whether it's Renaissance, Baroque, Cubism, Surrealism or contemporary art, I'm a fan of it all.  For...

  Sirens Billed as a satire, the new Netflix series, Sirens , sends up the ultra-rich in this tale of two sisters, Devon and Simone. Simone, having left her hardscrabble life behind, has scored a coveted gig working as personal assistant to socialite Michaela ("call me Kiki") Kell. Kiki and her billionaire husband, Peter, live in a sprawling mansion on an island off the New England coast. Pampered and kowtowed to by a coterie of servants, Kiki smiles and purrs to all and sundry, while Simone barks Kiki's orders to the hired help via a megaphone. Despite her high-profile status as a hostess and fundraiser (for predatory rescue birds), Kiki has a few quirks. Primarily, Kiki has cultivated a devoted cultlike following of Stepford Wives who hang on Kiki's every word and whim. They smile incessantly, maintain an illusion of warmth, and don't seem to have any life outside Kiki's orbit. Under Kiki's mentorship, Simone has drunk the Kool-Aid and become a brittle ...

Cult Movies #5 In 1967, when director Franco Zeffirelli, was busy filming Romeo and Juliet in Italy, he spent his down time trying to seduce the young actor cast as Benvolio who, in turn, was having none of it. At least that's according to the actor who played Benvolio. A couple decades later, in 1987, that actor--Bruce Robinson--exacted his revenge by writing and directing the hilariously melancholy  Withnail and I , part of which satirizes a gentleman of a certain age  as he pursues a reluctant young straight man. Withnail and I is not an easy movie for some viewers to embrace; perhaps it's too squalid, what with all the drunkenness, profanity and drug use. Also, the lead characters are consistently awful and hardly endearing. That's part of what makes the film so funny: these two young actors, penniless, unemployed and living in a filthy flat, are continuously overwrought, acting out their frustrations offstage instead of on. I think it's a masterpiece but since th...

The five-season globetrotting of that rascally seductive serial killer, Joe Goldberg, has finally come to an end. Circling around to where the series began, You finds Joe back in the Big Apple, living in the limelight as he and billionaire wife, Kate, make the rounds of high-end restaurants, soirees, fundraisers and fashion shows. They're the IT couple of the moment and, with the sudden flush of celebrity, Joe has become a high-profile heartthrob for millions of New Yorkers. His past activities  apparently laid to rest (ahem), Joe lives a charmed life with Kate--now occupied with running her late father's business empire--and his young son, Henry (who you may, or may not, remember was born in season 3 during Joe's sojourn in California with the late Love Quinn). Joe would seem to be home free but, unfortunately, this is the winter of his discontent.  Kate needs help dealing with the swarm of hateful relatives/business associates circling around her, but she insists on ha...