I didn’t fully know who Paul Walker was until his auto accident on Saturday, although I remember watching him as Skip in a great movie a decade and a half ago (almost) called Pleasantville. Amazing that those who don’t learn from history (James Dean’s car wreck in 1955 for one) are often doomed to repeat it.
Britney Spears turned 32 yesterday. No lie, I thought she’d be doing soft-core pornography by now. But thanks to the latest music technology, she still has a thriving career.
I’m still watching a lot of Netflix, although I recently saw a very strange documentary called The Workshop. I thought it was a comedy of some sort, dealing with a guru out in California with an English accent who believed in copious amounts of nudism (with women partaking in the recent trend of…ummm…womanscaping themselves, some letting nature build their fur as naturally intended) and the belief in aliens. Interesting combination.
Last night, I started watching another highly ranked Netflix movie: 1972′s Prison Girls. It began with a half-dozen girl shower fight. Now you know why I didn’t finish watching it.