It’s been an annoying last couple of weeks around here with medical appointments, my dog’s tooth saga, and too much ice and snow. With any luck, things will calm down now and I can resume watching terrible movies like Rent-a-Cop.
The original plan had been to spotlight this atrocity on February 11th, the national holiday known as Burt Reynolds’s birthday. Other things came up and now the aim is to watch it, deeply ponder it (as you might an ancient philosophical text), and then write about it next month, when Liza Minnelli turns sheventy-shixsh.
As for my dog, Muriel’s tooth was extracted yesterday. Even as she periodically whimpers from mouth pain, she’s aggrieved at not being permitted to gnaw on chew toys. (Little does she know this torturous deprivation will last for the next couple weeks.) And, like Liza recovering from another hip replacement, or Burt in the wake of his City Heat jaw injury, she prefers her pain pills wrapped in American cheese or a hickory-smoked Greenies pocket.
UPDATE – 03.12.2022: The Rent-a-Cop post was published today, on Liza’s 76th birthday.
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Glad Muriel is on the mend, but I cannot wait for the commentary on “Rent A Cop.” This caption, alone, made me spew my Cafe Bustelo through my nose.
“Hold me, Burt, I’m sho shcared!”
Too bad there isn’t a commentary track with Liza discussing each shot of the film. Liza: And here’s my friend Michael Feinstein to discuss Gershwin and Rent A Cop.”
Looking so forward to your commentary.