It’s certainly one of the most brazen (and creative) that we’ve ever seen!
Dangerous Minds pal, Chris Campion, writes from Berlin:
“Received the other day. Probably the best Nigerian (Brazilian/Hong Kong) money scam ever. Could only be bettered if it came from one of Gaddafi’s kids or Osama Bin Laden’s widows!”
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“Red diaper baby” Barack Hussein Obama II plots world domination.
I’ve already blogged here about the zany new Obama conspiracy theory documentary Dreams From My Real Father which puts forth the ludicrous “theory” that President Barack Obama’s father was not a Kenyan goat herder but rather a radical journalist nearly four decades older than his mother who was also an amateur pornographer…
Now the film is causing a rift in the wingnut ranks as “birther queen” dingbat Orly Taitz (and current GOP candidate for one the US Senate seats for California!) accuses WorldNet Daily and author Jerome Corsi (who himself has a lot—everything—riding on the “birther” fantasy) of “working for” someone else. But who?
TPM’s Michael Lester has made a “trash compactor” cut of the film’s kooky highlights (see below). It’s a doozy. Via TPM:
“Dreams From My Real Father,” a 97-minute film narrated by an Obama impersonator, weaves the narrative that Obama’s grandfather wasn’t a furniture salesman but an undercover CIA agent who convinced Barack Obama Sr. to marry his teenage daughter to hide the fact that she was impregnated by a 55-year-old communist named Frank Marshall Davis.
The fake Obama narrator sets up the tale as the “the story I would have told if I were being honest with you.” Built through archival black and white footage, the film’s disclaimer states that it includes “re-creations of probable events, using reasoned logic, speculation, and approximated conversations in an attempt to provide a cohesive understanding of Obama’s history.”
Using that disclaimer, the filmmakers assert that Obama had a nose job ahead of his 2004 run for Senate, that his mother posed for naked photos when she was five weeks pregnant with him and that Bill Ayers nurtured Obama’s career.
The film is produced by Highway 61 Entertainment, the same company behind “Farewell Israel,” “Atomic Jihad” and the mockumentaries “Elvis Found Alive” and “Paul McCartney Really Is Dead.” Director Joel Gilbert, who has spoken at the annual Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC), writes columns for FamilySecurityMatters.org, a website run by Frank Gaffney’s Center for Security Policy.
The film has been favorably reviewed by WND’s Jerome R. Corsi, who wrote an entire book arguing that Obama’s birth certificate is a fake and that he was really born in Kenya and ineligible to be president of the United States.
But the suggestion that Obama really was born in Hawaii and that his father was an American citizen has some conspiracy theorists upset. Birther queen Orly Taitz is troubled by the film because it undermines the theory that Obama’s father had to be a U.S. citizen for him to be a “natural born citizen” (a qualification which would have eliminated several other presidents). WND and Corsi, wrote Taitz, are “trying to kill the case by making up an American citizen father for Obama.”
“Who are they working for? What incentive did they get to do so? Please, tell Corsi and Farah to stop this. Enough and enough,” she wrote.
I think the first time I saw Andy Kaufman on TV was on Saturday Night Live. He was lip syncing to a recording of the “Mighty Mouse” theme song. I called out to my girlfriend “you gotta see this!” and we both sat in front of the boob tube in a state of absolute disbelief and delight. What exactly was Kaufman up to? He was unlike any comic I’d experienced up until that point. It was pure dada.
As the years went by, Kaufman continued to perplex and provoke his audiences. He blurred the line between comedy and reality to the point that you couldn’t tell when he was being funny or dead serious. His shtick could get so extreme that people began to question his sanity. Was he so good at what he did or was he nuts? This was performance art before the term became a catch-all cliche to explain a kind of comedy that often was more painful than funny and at times even dangerous. He seemed to have no fear of embarrassment, ridicule, or physical harm. He’d push a comedic situation beyond the point of being hilarious into something that veered into the realm of sado-masochism. Sacha Baron Cohen would later take up Kaufman’s mantle and run with it - hardly the first or last to do so, but probably the best.
In addition to being a mad prankster, Kaufman was arguable the best Elvis impersonator who ever lived. Watching him transform from the dweebish “Latka Gravas” into The King transcended mere imitation or method acting gimmickry. Christian Bale is a comparative lightweight (sly Machinist reference) in contrast to Kaufman. Even De Niro’s blob morph in Raging Bull doesn’t compare to Andy’s optical flow. Kaufman was a shapeshifter of epic dimensions, a rare and remarkable creature that could bend his personae in Escher-like twists and turns - all the while concealing his true identity as deftly as Nosferatu cruising the hallways of a blood bank. .
On this anniversary of Andy Kaufman’s death (had he lived, he’d be 63 today), here’s Andy Kaufman’s Midnight Special from 1981.
Inexplicably, there’s very little of Kaufman’s work on DVD. This video was released years ago but is out-of-print now. I wonder when and if some enterprising company will put together the definitive Andy Kaufman boxset. Lord knows his legacy is worthy of it. Some call it genius.
The Gregory Brothers auto-tune Romney soundbites and the result is…well, another pretty amusing Gregory Brothers mash-up.
The video is only linkable via the NY Times right now. Looks like The Grey Lady is attempting to give herself a BuzzFeed dye job by jumping on the auto-tuning the news thing…too bad it’s two years too late. Still, it’s fun.
Your favorite James Bond tends to be the one you saw first. I saw Sean Connery first in a double bill of Thunderball and You Only Live Twice, at the Astoria Cinema, Edinburgh. This was soon followed by Diamonds are Forever at the Playhouse. Of course, Connery being Scots means I am probably biased, but his Bond had what made the series work best - sophistication, humor and thrills.
If it came to a second choice? Well, Moore never seemed sure if he was playing Simon Templar or Lord Brett Sinclair, and by Octopussy, he was cast as a sub-Flashman character in a dismal script by Flashman author, George MacDonald Fraser. Timothy Dalton was too dull and way too serious, perhaps he should have played it more like Simon Skinner, a slightly unhinged secret service man with a license to kill. Pierce Brosnan was good but deserved far better scripts - his Bond should have eliminated the scriptwriters. And as for Daniel Craig - started well, but he looks like he’s in a different film franchise.
For me George Lazenby in On Her Majesty’s Secret Service is the only possible second choice. He tried to make his Bond more humane, and kept much what was best in Connery’s interpretation. He was also assisted by a cracking script by Richard Maibaum (additional dialog by Simon “the mind of a cad and the pen of an angel” Raven); an excellent supporting of Diana Rigg as Countess Tracy di Vicenzo, and Telly Savalas as Ernst Stavro Blofeld; and one of the best opening theme tunes (and a glorious song sung by Louis Armstrong) of the series by John Barry.
Yet no matter what Lazenby did, or how good the film, he faced the momentous task of filling a role made by Sean Connery, and he was damned by a lot of critics for it. In this rarely seen interview, George Lazenby talks about the difficulties faced in making On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, the rumors, the on-set niggles and why he was banned for growing a beard. First broadcast on the BBC, February 4th, 1970.
This rough version of “You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere” by Bob Dylan & The Band is clearly a work in progress. Dylan’s improvised lyrics are exceedingly surreal, even for him. It’s quite funny and a fascinating peek into the way songs often get made - do the vocals on the fly as you shape the tune around them.
“Now look here deer soup, you best feed the cat
The cat needs feedin’, you’re the one to do it…”
“Look here you buncha basement noise
You ain’t no punching bag..”