C'est fini!

Great endings can elevate a good movie (or even an average one) into something truly special.



Often it's forbidden love:







"Baby, you are gonna miss that plane."



Once in a while it's just pure, unspoken bliss:



And sometimes it's rooted in (or liberated by?) desperation:





But my all-time favorite, preserved in amber, remains:



"The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world"

- Nick Carraway, F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby

Social mobility device (a Facebook on wheels)

Ever since the dawn of man, mobility has been central to our growth and freedom as a civilization. There have always been places to go and people to see, greener pastures, bluer skies and undiscovered lands. But what about the future of mobility?

- Mobility 2088: Honda's "Dream the Impossible"



Plus, you know, it's Christopher Guest, who's always good for a laugh.

R.I.P. my Georgy Girl...

G's funeral is tomorrow and, while packing up and getting ready to fly to SLC, it got me reminiscing about things she liked. Besides crossword puzzles, red lipstick and nail polish (or basically anything red), and Wendy's Frosties, she l-o-v-e-d big band music and watched the Lawrence Welk Show religiously.



Perhaps nothing captures G's fun, kooky and loveable persona than when one of her favorites, dynamo actress-dancer-singer Mitzi Gaynor performed a spirited rendition of "Georgy Girl" at 'The 39th Annual Academy Awards' in 1967.

Miss you already, old girl! Xoxo...

Malibu Lindsay

Remember when Lindsay Lohan looked like this?



And, you know, not like this?



Like Barbie before her, Lindsay has broadened her repertoire (or at least tried to), wearing many hats from acting to singing to fashion designing to...?

White-Zinfindel Lindsay:



Dexitrim Lindsay:



Coke-bloat Lindsay:



Meth-teeth Lindsay:



Crack-is-whack Lindsay:



Halcyon-haze Lindsay:



I-don't-even-know-what (lazy eye?) Lindsay:



At this point, it's almost couter-culture -- even a little baroque -- to be a Lohan aficionado. But like Brokeback Mountain, I just can't quit her!

The thing is, I *want* her to do well. Unlike Parasite Hilton and those ubiquitous, do-nothing slags on The Hills or any number of reality shows (zzz...), Lohan actually has oodles of talent. Talent to burn and charisma in spades...when applied correctly.

Lately though (as in the last 5 or so years), she seems more content to waste her God-given gifts on a desperate and futile quest to be some sort of pop-culture superstar. The problem there is that only lands you on the umpteenth cover of tabloids, in rehab (half a dozen times at last count, right?), and then turned out by Hollywood like some pariah, never to be invited back again.

But if the ever-ambitious Barbie can reinvent herself into a computer engineer and news anchor (her 125th & 126th careers!), surely Lindsay can at least find gainful employment that does not include club-hopping special appearances or ill-fates creative director turns.

Stick to your core talent, Lindsay!

Mamma Mia!

Birthday wishes are in order for the lovely & amazing (not to mention criminally underrated) actress, author, activist, muse, lover, and prodigious earth mother, Mia Farrow, who turns 65 years young today.




There are many ways to sample and appreciate Mia, but for me it boils down to 3 iconic performances: Alice, The Purple Rose of Cairo, and, of course, Rosemary's Baby. How this woman has NEVER been nominated for an Oscar (or, for that matter, Nobel Peace Prize) is beyond me!



"I've been to Vidal Sassoon."