Sunday evening, some technically proficient miscreant who apparently doesn’t have enough extracurricular activities to occupy his/her free time hacked into my Gmail account and sent everyone on my contact list a generous offer to purchase what I believe to be (I didn’t click on the link, obviously—my blogging compadre at Allure gave me the heads up) Canadian Viagara (“I can’t get it up, eh…”) If you happened to be on the list—and there were a goodly number of people targeted, even some innocent folks who just e-mailed me once to ask a question and then attempted no further communication—and received such an e-mail…well, I can’t apologize enough for the intrusion. The only comfort we can take from this incident is that when the guilty people are caught (and they will be) they will be flown to another country under this nation’s rendition policy and subjected to an endless loop of Margaret O’Brien movies without food, water or sleep. (Does this fit the legal definition of torture? The Justice Department has yet to rule on this matter.)
I know things have been a bit quiet on the blog of recent but I’m hoping to get a few things posted within the next few days particularly since I watched a few new classic movies (well, new to me) and I’m kind of anxious to hold forth on them. I did contribute a pair of pieces to Edward Copeland on Film…and More that are little bit beyond the normal bailiwick of TDOY—one of them on a documentary about a disreputable family from my home state of West Virginia (which I did not care for) and the other about a legendary 1968 football game between Ivy League rivals Harvard and Yale (which I heartily recommend if you’ve not seen it). I watched two more documentaries this weekend via Showtime on Demand, which is starting to become my new movie BFF even though I still have not been able to determine the criteria by which they decided to show letterbox films. The other day, I made plans to revisit the 1996 film Sling Blade only to switch it off in disgust when it was the pan-and-scan version…and yet movies like Hello Again (1987) and Ernest Scared Stupid (1991) are displayed in widescreen format. It baffles science!