COME ON, HOLLYWOOD

Maybe if all the writers/directors/choreographers/actors/actresses would get off their collective cans and start practicing their crafts instead of exerting so much effort to denigrate the current administration, then maybe I would go back to the movies again.

When we first moved to Arizona, a perfect day was 18 holes of golf followed by a late matinee starting at 4:00 or so. Now I can't find anything I want to see. Either at reduced matinee rates or full pop. I get a complement of movie channels with sports packaging on cable and there's almost nothing there either.

The last best movie I saw was Eight Below. About dogs. The last worst movie I saw was The 40-Year Old Virgin. And why, oh why, we didn't get up and leave, I don't know. Only the part where he got hair pulled off his chest was funny. I wouldn't have laughed at the rest of that stuff when I was a seventh grader.

To those reader(s) who don't know me, I'm really not a prude or fogey, honestly. But I don't think I'm too stupid either.

It's time to shape up Hollywood. You couldn't even make a movie based on a bad tv series worth watching. Of course, I'm talking about The Dukes of Hazard. As bad as that tv show was, they outdid the flick. Hollywood, you can't even copy a bad concept.