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8 minutes ago, Steamboat1874 said:
All great but I would add that opening scene in Sling Blade when Carl is being interviewed by the young journalism student.
Chilling.
All great but I would add the moment when crowd in Rick’s singing La Marseillaise, lets loose on “Aux armes, Citoyens! Armez vos battaillons!”  Gives me chills and wet eyes every time!  Fuckin Nazi assholes!  Vive la France!
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What did they cost in those days? Fiddy cent? Â Seventy-five! I know it was not a dollar!
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You older guys remember Street & Smith’s preseason college football mag?  It usually hit the stands early and was pretty good, went into more depth on individual players.  I remember one issue in the 60s had Oregon’s Bobby Moore on the cover, who I think ended up being Ahmad Rashad and an all-pro RB and receiver for the Vikings.
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9 hours ago, Steamboat1874 said:
Love them all and the movies from that era are my absolute favorite.
Yeah! High pants wearin, fast talking movies! Love dem movies, just vaudeville with a little extra mustard! Well portrayed in satire on SNL by Phil Hartman yelling at Jon Lovitz (or was it vice versa?) to tell him what the word was on the street, y’know, the scoop, the skinny, the dish!
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I think the new documentary will show Bryant, after four subpar seasons, was mulling over going to coach the Dolphins, but those negotiations went sideways and Royal recommended the wishbone, so Bryant gave it a shot.  Bama averaged 10 wins for ghe decade of the 70s. Not bad when considering teams played 11 games per year then. Notre Dame and Texas beat Bama in 72, 73 and 74 bowls, which could have been championship seasons for Bryant.  Bama was undefeated champ in 79 after splitting the title with USC in 78. Texas whipped Bama in the 80 Cotton Bowl.  Bryant had a couple more decent years before hanging it up after 83.  He died in January 83.  Mrs Llama and I went to stand as the funeral procession went by the stadium en route to Birmingham kne final time.  I think Royal, Wilkinson and Woody Hayes all went to the funeral.  My old man played end for Bama when Bryant was a freshman. He took me to practice in 61 and Bryant shook my hand and said something about “ASS” and “HELL,” but I honestly couldn’t understand what he said otherwise.  He was a helluva coach and wanted to integrate long before the white conservatives on the UA board of trustees would allow it.
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7 minutes ago, GreenspointTexas said:
Could be titled “how DKR rescued OU football”
And rescued Alabama football - Bryant practiced the wishbone all summer and sprang it on USC in game 1 of 1971 after warming up in the same old pro set.  Halftime score 17-0 zip Bama.  Ole Bear true to form sat on the lead and the defense made it stand. Final 17-10.  After 6-win seasons in 69 and 70, Bama went through the 71 reg season undefeated but ended up being stomped by Johnny Rodgers, Rich Glover, Jerry Tagge and the Nebraska Corncobbers in the Orange Bowl, 38-6, and it wasn’t that close.
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On 6/25/2025 at 9:33 AM, Carl Spackler said:
It's got a cop motor, a 440 cubic inch plant, it's got cop tires, cop suspensions, cop shocks. It's a model made before catalytic converters so it'll run good on regular gas. Whaddaya say? Is it the new Bluesmobile or what?
Fix the cigarette lighter.
Ya left out the reference to “kep tyres,” delivered in Dan’s copyrighted Fred Garvin, bass-o-matic huckster, pimp of Christy Christina, rapid fire Bears fan on speed accent. Good old Dan, one of the True Blue Modern Vaudevillians.
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This one is so good and under appreciated I just had to go ahead and put it here. Â Duvall and Dern at their finest.
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On 6/19/2025 at 7:03 PM, Derka said:
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He is the Antithesis of Enlightenment but he attracts lazy, formerly apolitical voters.  “Hey, I can vote for Donald without having to know ANYthing or learn ANYthing.  He appeals to all of my base instincts, like tying a helium balloon to a kitten’s tail.  Sorry shitasses.  Sonsabitches!  BUMPUSES!
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James Lee Burke books featuring the semi-alky take no shit Cajun detective Dave Robicheaux, read by Will Patton, are superb.  His Scotch and smokes voice as Dav’s former NOLA PD partner Clete Purcel puts you right there in the mysterious Atchafalaya basin with the criminals and gators.
The early John Sandford “Prey” series books are also good.  Lucas Davenport and Virgil Flowers and an assortment of kooky Minneapolis/ St Paul LEO characters (think Lenny and Squiggy)  flesh out Sandford’s good stories. Sonewhat formulaic but really good listens.
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I would watch The Commitments on a loop until the world ends. God dayum, that was a foyne fillum.  And what I wouldn’t give to spend a month one weekend with those three backup singers. Then again, Try a Little Tenderness is my favorite song. Otis sang, “Young girls, they do get wearrriiett, . . .  Wearing that same ol shaggeh drayuss, yayuss” Cropper, Dunn and Booker T, tempo changes, perfect harmony horns, beautiful piano and organ riffs straight from the aorta, and the big GOT-ta GOT-ta GOT-ta GOT-ta finish. Best shit evah!
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If (when) the defecation really hits the ventilation, these Lt Cols will pay floor sweepers from their corporate HQs to serve in their places a la 1861.
Motherfuckers conjured up by Motherfuckers. Next the Orange One will appear on the White House balcony in a full Plaza Doorman uniform getup, as the Commander-In-Chief.  I’m figna vommick!
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Biopic series from a few years ago: GRANT.  Very, very well done and revealed so much history I never knew before.  Brit actor Justin Salinger portrayed Grant and did a fine job of showing how USG never lost sight of the objective.  Plotline shared common themes with Surly CR threads.  Grant was branded “dictator” for sending US troops to quell mobs during Reconstruction.  When Grant died in 1885, Reconstruction was essentially over and America devolved.  Jesus, my _grandfather_ was born in 1880!  A gritty, bloody biopic.  Sherman was right.  War is all hell.
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6 hours ago, TwiceHorn said:
I mean, this is probably about keeping game attendance up as much as anything.
What’s wrong with singing the Anthem in Spanish? Hell, the first word is “Jose,” right?
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11 hours ago, Huckleberry said:
Gonna have to disagree with you there. Now I'm inclined to agree that no human being is pure enough that they should be the one to do it, but people being so evil that they deserve to be? Abso-fucking-lutely.
Point taken. Who gets to define “so evil”?  It’s a Twilight Zone episode and I think Rod Serling just stepped out of the scenery and into the foreground.
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NO ONE deserves to be atomized. Don’t even send that idea out into the Van Allen belt.
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21 hours ago, Dennis Taylor said:
Clearly there's an unwritten disclaimer that this thread is about the 2nd greatest music biopic ever, because this one is obviously in a class by itselfÂ
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Have a good time
ALL the time!
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8 hours ago, lateshow said:
He is from Arkansas, but no hillbilly. He's a flatlander from right here in the Arkansas Delta. From Turkey Scratch, right outside of Helena.Â
I stand corrected, sir. Â Good on you. Â Where I come from we look up to a feller from Moro Bottom, Arkansas, played high school football at Fordyce. Â
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5 hours ago, Hozz said:
Becoming Led Zeppelin just came out on Netflix. Â 2h. Â Like it a lot but it stops right after the second album, hence the "Becoming..." Â Could make another two hours easy.
Becoming Led Zeppelin was primo.  In August of 1969 I began college life with a 4-ft long Led Zeppelin “misplaced” by an Alabama record store hanging from my dorm room ceiling at the Institute on South Main.  It held its air all year, a quality item, Clark. A gift from a comely female companion (no pics). LZII, Abbey Road and The Band were all released that fall.  Ahh, yes, Stimpy, those were the days. Gimme a hit, dude, side 2’s next. Tuyn it up.
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7 minutes ago, Wiler77 said:
Holy hell, I had no idea that was Levon Helm. I just googled it, which led me to find out this old guy in Shooter was him as well.
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His hillbilly accent eas real as it gets, buddy. Â I think Levon was from Arkansas somewhar. Â As fine and soulful a drummer and sanger as they ever was. Â He was born to be in the Band.
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Levon WAS Loretty’s papa in Coal Miner’s Daughter. “Don’t do it, Loretty.  Don’t thow yore young laff aweigh.  Girl, you’re my shinin pradd. Stay in Butcher Holler.”  I had no idea that was Levon Helm until I read it somewhere.  Made me feel like a fool! I thought they rounded up a coon hunter from fown the holler somewhere.  He was so beautifully authentic.
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Or Richard Mulligan from Soap
Jaws 50th
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The original Jaws profoundly affected the vacation culture for decades and I can testify. Â
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In or about 1990 Mama Llama, baby girl Llama (then age 6) and I were hosting my wife’s niece, a beanpole skinny, cute, hyperactive, precious but very easily spooked girl of 10 for July 4th weekend.  Then as now, we lived about ten minutes from the Gulf of Mexico (!) public beaches. Â
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Mama was basking on the beach while I entertained the kids about 75 feet offshore as they floated in a rubber dinghy about four feet long.  Surf was smooth to moderate with the occasional big breaker.  I was in chest deep water, holding onto the little boat to keep it steady.  The game was to make the girls face away from the breakers and have a big OH WOW EEK! adventure when a big breaker would occasionally crash in, nearly swamping the SS Minnow and drenching us all. This went on nicely for 15 or 20 minutes until a disturbing sound registered in my lizard brain.  It was Mama calling my name with a certain tone I had come to recognize after 20 years of marriage.  I couldn’t hear distinctly because of the surf noise and hundreds of kids and adults clamoring,  All that was missing was Chief Brody.
I looked at Mama’s spot on the beach only to see her unoccupied towel and our cooler beside it. Then I found her standing all the way down to the edge of the water, staring at me and indicating with gestures “look over to your right.” Without telling the kids, who were faced away fron me as the game required, I scanned the water to my right . . . and saw that which I had been dreading since first seeing Jaws in 1975 - a sleek, gray, BIG triangle, sliding through the water.  It sas only about 100 feet away and heading gradually in my general direction. Son of a bitch.  I could imagine if not actually feel those sharp white teeth clamping on my right leg and my femoral artery gushing away.
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Fearing the wrath of Mama more than any creature in the universe, I decided if I was checking out on that day, I would try my best to get my passengers back to shore.  I started to walk toward shore and pushing the boat before me, keeping my eyes on the gray triangle of certain death, which was now closer to us than we were to the shore.  The girls immediately began to protest, “Awwww!  Noooo! We don’t wanna go in yet!” I said something lame about needing to rest a minute.  Niece Llama chose that moment to look at my face.  She saw where I was looking and with the uncanny radar sense of a preadolescent, looked to our right and saw . . . IT. Â
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Quick as a flash, she stood up in the boat, pointed with a long skinny arm and screamed “SHHHAAAAAARRRRRKK!!”
and jumped rihht out of the boat into the fucking water!  My attention was now divided between protecting my baby, my wife’s favorite niece and somehow moving closer to dry land.  I reached out and grabbed my niece, who was wiggling like a sack of squirming eels, told my daughter to look for her mama and paddle but STAY IN THE BOAT. Â
Guys, it was nightmarish.  My feet couldn’t find solid purchase, waves were smacking me from behind, salt water was in my eyes, the crazy niece was screaming for her life
and a fucking real shark was now 20 feet away, swimming in a slow arc but on a trajectory I didn’t like.
At this point other beachgoers, swimmers. kids and adults in and out of the water, were making for land. Â Finally, FINALLY I made enough headway to get more of my body out of the water than in. Â Mama rushed out, grabbed the bow of the little boat and pulled our baby to safety as I hauled the shivering shaking niece to the beach.
 I turned and saw what turned out to be a seven foot sand shark glide through the water where we had just been, the shark calmly zigging and zagging, feeding on bait fish or something until his dorsal fin went under and he was out of my life, thank God!
Jaws the movie made me find strength and jacked me full of adrenaline that day, I tell you what. Â For about three very tense minutes that day, a great white shark terrified this guy in the coastal waters of Alabama but all he ate were a few shad.
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