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Tommi loves good old Moral Decadence as much as the next humanoid, probably much more, but what's with the plain old boring nasty stupid EVIL going on around here, and in the world at large, lately? On the local level, of course, I'm talking about the recent heinous theft from Mason Foster's workshop/studio, and the revelation that the Dolores Thorne plane crash was in reality a homicide. Ugly, ugly, ug---ly! You know, it all starts in our own hearts, dear ones. We seem to be marinating ourselves in the tawdry, the mean, the unkind and unbeautiful, as the 21st century looms on the horizon. Last week, Tommi had the (mis)fortune to attend a private screening of what he/she likes to call "Porn On The Fourth Of July", sometime-local Oliver Stone's new Paean to Larry Flynt, at Stone's private after hours club The Gilt Trip, and We Were Not Amused, oh no. As everyone knows, Tommi loves sex, sensuality and sleaze as much as he/she adores glitter on the eyelids and champagne with an amyl nitrate chaser, a pig's foot and a bottle of beer, with Noel Coward tinkling away on the keyboards... But this film of Monsieur Stone's-- yukk! Isn't FLESH supposed to be beautiful? At least in the movies, for Madlyn Murray O'Hare's sake? If you're gonna show it, make it GLOW, puh-leeze!!! There's nothing worse than a Prurient Puritan, as my old Grandma Harkey used to say, fanning herself on the porch down in New Orleans and sipping gin slings with frozen paregoric ice cubes... And, Oliver, the Conspiracy Theory Thing... Can we please lose it, once and for all, before we make our next "masterpiece"? Next thing we know, you'll be telling us the same knife that killed Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman slew Julius Caesar and beheaded Mary Queen of Scots. An up-note on the local entertainment circuit: Don't miss fresh (very!)-out-of-Gaza Palestinian comic Shecky Shakur at The Peaks, through next week. Shakur's Peace Talks? Oy Vey, and Allah Help Us Routine, where he did impeccable impersonations of George Bush, Stormin' Norman Schwartzkopf, Benjamin Netanyahu, Yassir Arafat, Saddam Hussein, Bill Clinton, and an errant SCUD, had everyone roaring till they couldn't roar no more, from a table-full of visiting Omani oilmen to prominent local attorney Bob Korn and his lovely wife Carol, sitting with the ever-popular Steven Gluckstern family... And General Schwartzkopf, God love him, laughed harder than anyone else at Shakur's portrayal of himself... Laughter truly crosses all borders and frontiers... as does Beauty, as does Truth, as does Tommi Knocker, and you'd better believe it! |
