In his new Netflix special Tamborine, Chris Rock devotes a sizable chunk of his material to the topic of his still-smarting divorce woes: his neglect of his wife, serial philandering, pornography addiction and the marriage’s resultant, dissolution.
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Hostiles is a bleak and immersive Western: strikingly filmed and acted (Christian Bale, Rosamund Pike); unsparing in its brutality, without being gratuitous; deeply affecting.
Great men, events, ideas – have steered history’s flow. The capacity to appreciate all three affords a better understanding of past and present and more precise predicting of the future.
Mere weeks before the debut of our new year, former pop superstar David Cassidy passed away, aged 67. His final words were: “So much wasted time.”
Our Republican Chief Executive, GOP leadership, conservative banner-carriers and statesmen need to hear the unvarnished truth from God-and-Country lovers, constitutionalists, “right-wingers”, Christians.
The Disneyland ensemble trilled an assortment of familiar melodies extolling the historical “reason for the season”: the birth of Jesus Christ.
In these final months of 2017, a couple hours of scripted TV damningly re-emphasized what most folks already know in their hearts.
Leftist always want conservatives to be quite. And yet, those same progressives drone on and on and on. They never shut up.
While one-million unborn people continue to be snuffed out per annum under the antiseptic label ‘choice’, the ‘new normal’ is flagrantly intolerable.
I’m trying to keep straight my politically correct morality score card: Pornography…does it remain a seedy, embarrassing pastime which ought to be frowned upon?
As fresh storms move in, Hurricane Harvey has largely fizzled out — having previously killed dozens, upended the lives of hundreds of thousands,
Merriam-Webster defines psychosis as: “a serious mental illness … characterized by defective or lost contact with reality.” Western Civilization seems to be suffering from a borders-spanning case of it.
We’re presently hearing lots of bravado about “making America great again” but I contend these startling Independence Day concurrences ought to give pause.
The heinous shooting this week of Republican Congressman Steve Scalise and four others practicing baseball is affording priceless opportunity for restating “the obvious.”
“Run, Hide, Tell”, apparently, is the best counsel London Metropolitan Police could manage for citizens threatened in the recent London Bridge terrorist attack.
This week it’s a quarter-century since TV legend, the inimitable Johnny Carson, stepped aside as host of the iconic Tonight Show.
The most significant element of my Memorial Day eve’s trip to Dominos certainly wasn’t the dinner I collected. It was, rather, that elderly man I briefly met whose quiet presence reminded me of countless others, now gone.
Martin Luther refused to back down from his heart-felt, biblically informed convictions. He’s reputed to have announced, “Here I stand; I can do no other. God help me.”
If the ticket-buying, DVD-renting community can anticipate more films like The Case for Christ within ”Christian Entertainment” market, there’s reason for “people of faith” to be greatly encouraged.
It was the best of Kongs, it was the less-than-best of Kongs. My wife and I recently took in the just-released Kong: Skull Island, this century’s second film treatment of the familiar giant ape story.
An elected official of a different stripe was treated demeaningly as she opposed Communism — and barely a politically-correct bleat has been heard about it.
Scarlett Johansson offers some thoughts on marriage — Hooray! Now there’s a sentence I didn’t envision myself writing. Ever.
One would be hard pressed to confound Mary Tyler Moore’s “Laura Petrie” or “Mary Richards” characters with the caterwauling harridans showcased last weekend in our nation’s capital.
I do recall my eyes settling on some kind of Coca-Cola product — festooned with the colorful, luminous, and now wonderfully familiar depiction of the Santa Claus.
It was not until my freshman year of college that I first heard of It’s a Wonderful Life. I know, hard to believe — but true.
I’m speaking, of course, of Democratic Vice Presidential candidate Tim Kaine. In last Tuesday night’s VP debate, the Virginia Senator went on and on about what a doozy of a Roman Catholic he is.
When I first saw the trailer for this year’s Ben Hur, I was intrigued; also mildly skeptical: Why remake one of the greatest films ever released?
Oddly, Gibson came to my mind while I was reading an excellent piece by Veronique de Rugy outlining the grisly, economic collapse of the Motor City.
Solzhenitsyn summarized, pungently: “[T]he line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being.” Mankind’s dilemma.
Then there’s O’Reilly’s recent, post-Orlando-shooting declamation on gun control. To his credit, he’s argued pretty consistently for the inviolability of general 2nd Amendment guarantees.