Marc Vetri alerts us to a shameful artifact of his past today, via his Instagram feed.
With his first film since 2009′s crazy-good Crazy Heart, director Scott Cooper drags us deep into yinz country for a brother’s-keeper ballad so American it might as well be knotted in a stars-and-bars bandanna. Shot on location in Braddock, Pennsylvania, whose real-life iconoclast mayor has earned national headlines, Out of the Furnace is objectively a series of blue-collar criminal cliches, but the cast is a little too sharp to let that structure sabotage the entire operation.
It’s Friday, December 6th, and you know what that means?
SWEET HOLY BABY JESUS, ONLY 19 MORE SHOPPING DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS, except that the “shopping” qualifier is stupid now that every day is a shopping day.
In case your weekend plans involve schlepping all over God’s green earth to find the perfect thoughtful, deeply meaningful gift for Uncle Ebenezer, Cousin Dorothy, your mom, your dad, Grammy, Gramps and your sister’s new baby — stop! Don’t! Sit home on the couch and watch that Law & Order: SVU marathon instead!
You might as well, because research says there is no — we repeat, no — connection between the time and thought and energy you expend on choosing a gift and how much the recipient appreciates it. And don’t bother busting your budget, either, because research also shows that how much you spend on a gift doesn’t count for a hill of beans when it comes to how much the gift-getter likes it. Read more »
What does Philadelphia radio have against the Jews?
For years, we Christ Killers have been subjected to non-stop Christmas music, beginning before Thanksgiving and continuing through December 25th. If that’s not tedious enough, it feels like it starts earlier every season. Hell, why not Labor Day?
“You can always switch stations, Shoshanna,” I can hear you thinking. Of course I can, Mary, but there is a larger issue in play: Where is the 24-hour-a-day Chanukah music? Read more »
Bruce Springsteen’s handwritten working lyrics to “Born to Run” — composed in 1974 — are on sale today. Scrawled in blue ink on a 8.5/11 piece of paper, here’s the chorus:
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If you aren’t quite feeling like time is passing you by, a simple reminder that Britney Spears turned 32 this past Monday may be enough to do the trick.
Mannequin is not a good movie.
You really only need to know the film’s plot to figure that out: A down-on-his-luck Philadelphian gets a job in a department store and falls in love with a mannequin that comes to life.
Even then, not much is done with that silly plot. “Mannequin is dead,” Roger Ebert wrote in his 1987 review. “The wake lasts 1 1/2 hours, and then we can leave the theater. Halfway through, I was ready for someone to lead us in reciting the rosary.” The Washington Post was blunt: “Mannequin is a movie made by, for and about dummies.” (“The PG-rated film “includes some sexual innuendoes and some undraped mannequins,” the New York Times helpfully informs parents.)
And so Mannequin, released in 1987 and filmed primarily in Wanamaker’s at 13th and Market, will never be considered one of the great movies of Philadelphia. It’s not an Oscar-winner like Philadelphia, a critical darling like Blow Out, a hilarious Eddie Murphy/Dan Aykroyd comedy like Trading Places or a classic beloved around the world like Rocky. (Incidentally, Mannequin defeated Stallone’s Over the Top at the box office.)
That’s kind of a shame. Yes, it’s a terrible film, but the message of Mannequin is by far the greatest tribute to Philadelphia ever committed to celluloid.
Whatever the opposite of “Hallelujah” is, sing it now. 21-year-old Pennsbury High School grad and West Chester University student Matthew Schuler was eliminated last night on “The Voice.” No, not by a judge. By Twitter.