Wouldn’t you love to hear the sinister whine of Bruce Dernreading the more bleak works of the Bard? But why would anyone let him become a law enforcement officer?
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle. Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
As of Spring 2012:
Visit LERNER INTERNATIONAL for "the words": reviews, essays, criticisms, commentary and the like - 99% of which will be focused on film, movies, picture shows and the flicks.
More often than not, continuing explorations of The Cinema of Weirdness. More TK...
Visit The United Provinces of Ivanlandia for "the pix."
That was my original idea for the title of this blog, a sort of summation of nearly everything I'd ever wanted cinematically: regularly playing on the ABC Channel 7 4:30 movie--or on WOR-TV Channel 9's 4 O'Clock Movie--the greatest monster movie in the universe, and incredible combo of miniatures, men in suits and stop motion, with entire continents destroyed!
But then there was a coup d'etat, and Tzar Ivan I of Ivanlandia took charge.