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In this episode of the I Did Not Make These Rankings Podcast Network, the hosts discuss their top picks for TV shows and movies of 2024. They explore various genres, including anime, superhero shows, and live-action adaptations, while sharing their thoughts on specific series and their impact on pop culture. The conversation also touches on nostalgia in television, particularly with the revival of classic shows like Frasier. The hosts engage in lively discussions about the merits of different shows, their rankings, and what makes them stand out in the current entertainment landscape. In this engaging conversation, the hosts delve into various new and returning TV shows, highlighting their favorites and discussing the impact of performances, particularly Harrison Ford's in 'Shrinking'. They also explore the superhero genre with 'Supercell', share their frustrations over canceled shows like 'Santa Clarita Diet', and provide a comprehensive overview of anticipated movie releases. The discussion culminates in a deep dive into the film 'Thelma', emphasizing its unique perspective on aging and the importance of family. In this engaging conversation, the hosts delve into nostalgic movie discussions, exploring their favorite films and the impact of animation on audiences. They critique recent releases, particularly superhero films, and reflect on the evolution of storytelling in cinema. The episode culminates in a heartfelt farewell as they wrap up the season, sharing their thoughts on the movies discussed and their hopes for the future. #TVshows #movies #2024rankings #anime #streaming #entertainment #popculture #reviews #discussions #TVshows #ManontheInSide #Supercell #Shrinking #NobodyWantsThis #SantaClaritaDiet #moviereviews #Thelma #entertainment #streaming #movies #nostalgia #animation #superherofilms #moviecritiques #seasonfinale --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mass-debaters/support

Neal Pollack sounds the alarm on this week's episode of the BFG Podcast, and brings in the big guns in the form of Richard Rushfield, columnist for The Ankler. Together they form a united front against the scourge of people talking, singing, texting, and otherwise being rude in movie theaters. Shame on Cynthia Erivo and Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson for encouraging people to misbehave during their smash hit blockbusters. Cringe as Neal and Richard discuss their strategies to humiliate offenders. Imagine what it must be like to be members of their family. Glory is theirs, but a hero walks a lonely road.Writer and comedian Sheri Flanders joins Neal next to discuss yoga. That's right, yoga, in the form of 'Breath of Fire,' a compelling Max documentary about the cultish kundalini yoga. The documentary needed an edit and the cult of kundalini needed a bucket of cold water dumped on its head. But it's a tragedy and a story worth knowing. Come to listen to Neal talk about the true meaning of yoga. Sheri wisely does not follow Neal into the light. She has three crystals and that's all she needs.Omar Gallaga is very disappointed in the syrupy mess that is 'A Man on the Inside,' the Ted Danson Netflix "sadcom" based on an Oscar-nominated documentary. Both Omar and Neal have a lot of negativity toward this show, which, despite an amusing setup, quickly sinks into stereotype and refuses to engage realistically with the problems that seniors actually face in our society, which paradoxically might have made it funnier. Instead, Neal recommends the movie 'Thelma', airing on Hulu, which has a similarly high-concept premise but is in fact much more grounded in the real lives of senior citizens who outlive their friends, their spouses, and pretty much everyone else. It's a problem without an easy solution, and 'A Man On The Inside' just pours on the sap.What a great episode! Thanks for listening to the pod.

Crashing Lightening and Rolling Thunder. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “You will never appreciate having to follow a difficult order until you have to give one.” (Late, late Saturday Night) Had I been alone? There are few perks to a solitary lifestyle. One of the few is the freedom from others; and by that I mean you don't have to decide if you care about people you don't know. You are free. Your emotions are free, your decisions are free and your time is your own. Selfish in the best way. Libra took my keys after we arrived at my apartment building and raced ahead to make sure that Timothy and Odette, if either was awake, would be forewarned. Casper clung to me as she always did. Estere took the lead since I also had to do pack mule duty. Brooke carried the few things that were beyond me. The rain was turning from a drizzle to a downpour. Odette had a friend over; a female acquaintance. Timothy; Timothy was in the middle of a very successful date night. Now I had the joy of being an auditory spectator in my domicile's sexcapades. "Shouldn't she be taken to a clinic, or something?" the friend blurted out. I didn't know her enough to decide if she was nervous, flippant, or secretly cruel. Casper dug in tighter. I had to dump the luggage to deal with her heightened anxiety. Libra, Brooke and Odette picked up the slack while Estere soaked in the ambiance of my dwelling. The look she gave me was one of amusement and intrigue. This was hardly the lair of the one and only Amazon Prince. It was sublime and comfortable. It had a nomadic quality she found familiar. Being in a fortress has its comforts. Being in someone else's fortress is far less comfortable. Estere was quietly accounting for every knife, mallet, or other potentially fatal piece of housewares. Brooke, Libra and Odette were already ordering and organizing my life ;  what did they need to get and how would they get it? "So; you are Odette's; friend," the unknown woman stated. Snapping at her was unduly unfair to Odette, who put up with mountains of my insane lifestyle. "Yeah, that's me. Cáel Nyilas; self-made troublemaker," I confessed. "You?" "Delilah," she answered. "What happened to her?" Casper flinched. "Nothing that being reminded about what a wonderful friend she is won't help heal," I cautiously responded. "She is hanging out with me and some friends for the weekend." "Cut it out, Delilah," Odette sighed. "Who are you really, anyway?" Delilah was smooth, I had to give her that. "Odette, what do you mean?" Delilah stood up. "Delilah, or whoever you are, I'm not such a wonderful person that people I've known two days come home with me," Odette lectured. "Now, I kept you here until you could meet Cáel, so why don't you return my courtesy and tell us what's going on?" Odette was keeping Libra and Brooke in my room thus out of play. Timothy climaxed. Good for him. Out in the living room, Delilah made a stutter step. She was frozen by Estere's silenced weapon pointed at her. "You were spotted by a rank amateur," the Hashashin noted. "Who are you with?" "You people are nuts," Delilah flushed with panic. Nice touch, but that panic didn't reach her cold, calculating eyes. "Damn Delilah," Odette shook her head. "You need to watch more television. BBC America has this nice drama called Orphan Black where the exact same thing happened. I knew you were lying to me in twenty minutes. I was nice enough to not bring the Death Squad across the street over to deal with you. They wouldn't have cared whether I was being paranoid or whatever. They would have dragged you out and killed you on general principle. You owe me." "I don't know what's wrong;” Delilah got out. There was a rapid knocking at the door. Shielding Casper behind me, I backed up in that direction. "Last chance," Odette looked at Delilah sternly. "That's the Death Squad." Sure enough, I checked and it was two Amazons in full gear. I opened up and the two edged in around me. "Ishara; status please," the leader asked. "Estere Abed is a diplomat for her Protocol faction, there should be records of Brooke and Libra on file and Odette belongs here. Casper is behind me; special case. That woman," I motioned to Delilah, "is of unknown origin." "Miss, lay down on the floor, on your stomach; arms out to your sides," the leader brought her UP-40 up, aimed at Delilah. "This is insane," Delilah sounded really frantic. Not in the eyes though. "Lie down, or three rounds in the chest," the Amazon team leader related calmly. "Last chance." Delilah decided that she wasn't cut from a fanatic's cloth. She went down like a pro. The two Amazons closed in. I spotted the third of the four woman team at my door, keeping watch. The two inside efficiently bound her hands behind her back and patted her down for weapons; none. "She is in violation of the truce," the leader pointed out. "Should I dispatch her now?" "Wait!" Delilah squawked. "I'm supposed to keep an eye on him and protect him, not hurt him. Fuck, don't kill me for this." "Who are you working for?" Estere came closer. Delilah hesitated so both Estere and the number two Amazon drew their knives. "Fine! Fine. All I have is a name and I'm only supposed to tell him," she pleaded. There was a moment of uncertainty. "She'll tell us," Estere knelt beside Delilah. Now Delilah's panic was real. "Wait," I stated. I motioned Brooke and Libra to move around the crowded room and comfort Casper. "Well," I sighed as I went on my hands and knees beside Delilah's head. The Amazon leader had her hand on the woman's head, pressed tightly to the ground. "Sibeal," Delilah whispered. Mom. "Do you have any way of contacting this person?" I asked. "No. It is not how I work," she said and finally I caught it. The accent. I looked to the leader. "Look at her hands and tell me what you see," I asked the Amazon. I went back to resting on my knees. "Hard; callused from repetitive weapons practice. Short nails. She's very fit," the Team Lead kept up the examination. "I apologize Ishara. She's a soldier." "Let her go," I commanded. The Amazon only paused for a moment before cutting her bonds. Delilah moved cautiously as she moved to a cross-legged position. "You don't have to answer me, but I'd appreciate some honesty. You're English. Would that make you MI-5, or MI-6?" It wasn't as huge a leap as it looked. Who could Mom trust? In this case, a government operative would actually be safer for her and she had to have decades of Illuminati information inside her head. Delilah had one reason to be honest; her mission. "MI-5 is counter-intelligence," Delilah grinned as her British accent came out to play. "M I 6. S I S is foreign intelligence. I'll let you figure it out." "Good enough," I stood then helped her stand as well. "You can stay; starting Monday. I need a break, okay?" Delilah nodded. "Deal. Now do me the courtesy of telling me why I'm here?" she asked. "Love. Deep, abiding love," I looked right into her soul. Crisis averted. Delilah 'agreed' to go with my guardians to 'work things out'. Delilah was curious as to why they called Cáel Nyilas; Ishara. She also congratulated Odette on figuring something was up. Odette told her not to feel bad about it; reference all the psycho bitches that showed up in my life. Brooke headed out to gather some more belongings for herself and Libra because; my vote not even elicited; they were going to hang close to Casper and I for a few more days. Libra and Estere headed out to that authentic Italian pizza joint I'd taken Libra to earlier since my food stockpile was abysmal and the neighborhood was far from safe this late at night. Odette took Casper to my bedroom so that Casper could talk with her parents in Delaware. Timothy and his date emerged from his room. It was Sovann Mean, who I had met before and gotten along with. It took me all of two seconds to figure out what had happened. Sovann had asked Timothy out because Timothy never thought Sovann was interested in him. Sovann was a second generation Cambodian-American and had this stoic demeanor he raised up whenever he was nervous, ensuring Timothy's confusion. "Hey Cáel," Sovann smiled at me. "Still being good?" That was code for me being 'straight'. It still weirded me out a bit; Sovann was a serious weightlifter, like Timothy and I, but a head shorter, so he looked stockier than he really was. When he smiled, his whole face lit up too. It was the Khmer 'twang' that always sounded out of place to me. "We will not discuss the number of women who were here mere moments ago," I joked wearily. "Timothy, I apologize for coming back early; shithead-intervention shut things down in the Hamptons." "No problem, Bro," Timothy came and gave me a man-hug. "With your newfound wealth, we may need to convert the sofa to a sleeper-sofa," Timothy semi-joked. "Oh yeah, and that girl down the hall; when I told her your father died, she baked you some cookies. They're in a tin by the toaster. They really are pretty good, too; walnut and caramel chip." That sounded tasty. I guessed that meant I finally had to meet the women. Sovann came up and fist-bumped me as Timothy went for the refrigerator. The doorbell rang. I wondered who had forgotten what as I swung the door open. Lighting exploded outdoors, our lights flickered and thunder shook the apartment. It was Uncle Carrig. As the old song said 'he looked like a jigsaw puzzle with a couple of pieces gone'. His eyes wore a harried, feral look. His bellow, as he charged, rolled over me like the amplified heartbeat of a hellish primate. I had no time before he was on me. Down we went. I tried to push him off of me. His suit was soaked with rain and blood, some of it had to be his own. In his right hand he held a dull aluminum cylinder with a metallic suction cup on the bottom. Sovann kicked Uncle Lumpy in the side of the head. Inflicted on a normal man, that would have driven him off me. Lumpy released his hold on my shoulder and backhanded Sovann. The Cambodian went flying in the direction of the sofa despite getting a leg block up. I had a flash of Timothy going for his home deterrent system, aka the crowbar. Odette began yelling. The cylinder was coming down. Carrig's left grabbed my chin, fixing my head in place. I opted to use both my arms to stop his right, and the device, from coming down. I bought a little time. Timothy's blow came down on Lumpy's left shoulder, weakening the hold, but not enough. The device slammed into my forehead. I felt a burning pain as a portion of the flesh beneath the cup was flash-fried away. More pain, then a little pressure and finally nothing. In those seconds before my mind spun out of control, I had the oddest sensation there was something inside my brain. Searing agony; existence lost all meaning and I was gone. (One week later) They say pain in the brain is illusionary. Of all your nerve cells, only a tiny fraction are devoted to pain. The rest do the important work of keeping your body functioning. The brain is on top of it all and it has better things to do that register pain; or so I was told. To be somewhat fair, what I felt wasn't exactly pain. It was the sensation that something was crawling around inside my psyche, doing something. Sharp, tingling jolts shocked my body parts at regular intervals. Painful in their own way, yet not so much I couldn't concentrate. I opened my eyes. The lights in my room had been dimmed, but not enough that I couldn't see the six ladies standing about; doing nothing. I recognized my present lodgings as Havenstone Post-classical Modernism (total lie; I'm not an interior designer). The six ladies turned, looked at me, then closed in slowly. A staring contest was in the offing when two people entered the room from the door at the foot of the bed. It then occurred to me that little sonic indicators on the machinery surrounding me were chirping loudly. One woman was a physician's assistant I knew from an earlier bout at Havenstone Medical. She had performed CPR on me. The other woman; she was the senior-most recruit from my father's graveside service. She looked positively grim. My dry throat requested some water then I attempted to rise. A problem instantly revealed itself. I was strapped down on my bed. The ankles, wrists and a neck/head brace kept my movements to a minimum. There was a side benefit to this imprisonment. That body-wide jolts? My body was wired up to a system that had needles piercing my muscle clusters. Amazons prided themselves on being physically fit and their tolerance for pain. My muscles hadn't atrophied during my; coma and the price was this constant, low-level pain. I still wasn't sure that was the reason I was bound. The PA maneuvered a plastic bottle with a spout to my lips and gave me a brief squirt. A few seconds later I got another and then a third. "Okay," I rasped. "What's going on?" "You have been in an unresponsive state for 7 days, Ishara," the 'senior' told me. "Why are you here?" I coughed. "I mean, why aren't you on the job?" She blinked. "Your life was imperiled so we decided that five of us would be around to monitor you and keep you safe," she answered. "What's with everyone else?" I huffed. The two looked at me. The quiet six were of no help. "Fine, what are you ladies doing here?" I asked the women originally in the room. No answer. "Ishara?" the PA worried. That was when it dawned on me that the two and the six weren't interacting on any level. "How many people are in the room?" I asked my housemate. She paused. "There are three of us, Ishara. You, me and the attendant," she answered. "How many people do you see?" "Well shit," I muttered. Then the first of the six spoke to me. Actually, she mouthed to me. It took me a moment to realize she was giving me her name. The next one started. "Device," I snapped to the 'senior'. As she hesitantly reached for hers, I began rattling off the names. When the sixth one gave me her name, the group dissipated into the ether. "Who are these women?" 'senior' requested. "Find out," I sighed then, "It is important." She nodded. Now that the specters were gone, the mortals began to come in. Right off the bat, I was confirmed in my status as "prisoner". They wouldn't free me when I requested it and they made no attempt to conceal their hostility to my fellow Isharan. The agenda was decided without me; they were going to check me out mentally, then I was off to see Hayden. Why was I imprisoned? My brain was a maelstrom of activity across a broad spectrum of regions and lobes. What had happened? They didn't know. The suction cup had stabilized the tube which was really a firing mechanism. When the device was able to detect and aim for a specific part of my brain, the longitudinal fissure, it shot a rod three-quarters into my cranium. A laser had burned through the skin and skull with surgeon-like precision so a barb of unknown construction could go deep into my brain. Then it 'detonated'. That was one of the problems the medicos of Havenstone were facing. The device had been so badly damaged when it unleashed its energy that they could no longer divine its function. What they did understand was that while my neural network was going super-nova, it wasn't killing me. They leapt on the idea of mind control. That theory sounded pretty lame to me, but I was the one tied down, with one ally in a room full of people bred to mistrust all males. The next approach; was I sane? The PA offered that I was seeing phantasms. 'Wait'. "Go," I directed the senior. "Take care of the business I have given you then tell Buffy and Helena what you've found out. You are wasting your time staying here." She nodded and left. It was more "common sense" rather than any sense of my leadership that made her leave. But that done; I concentrated on the entirety of the message so that it settled upon my soul. I relaxed, shut my eyes and let the world float by. It took them a minute to notice my noncompliance; any positive contribution on my part had slipped so far down in their expectations. "Ishara?" one of the SD chicks inquired. I opened one eye, then shut it. There was nothing to be done. "What is he doing?" that Amazon asked a physician. She, in turn asked me. I took a deep, cleansing breath and continued to ignore them. "There is nothing wrong with him," the physician noted. "He is being childish." That went beyond disrespectful. As a quirk of Amazon society, they had left me my knife strapped to my arm. To take it would have been an insult my tiny house could not have borne; essentially declaring me incompetent. I was heading that way, but not yet. That didn't stop them from deriding me until a lull finally developed. For a moment, I thought I was alone. I was intrigued by the words suddenly aimed my way. "Mr. Nyilas?" an unknown female inquired. I opened an eye. Woman; bad suit; and a badge. What the fuck? I was in Havenstone. "Special Agent Virginia Maddox with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I'd like to ask you a few questions," she began. "Okay," I cleared my throat, "as long as we are clear I am one misstep away from invoking my Miranda Rights." She worked that one over for a second. "Do you know why your uncle attacked you?" "Honestly, I'm curious as to why I'm still alive," I tried to shrug. "Carrig and I never got along, if you consider when I first met him we fought and the second time he stabbed me in the forehead," I explained. "How long did you and your uncle fight; the second time?" she asked. "Um; six second," I guessed. "How is Lumpy doing, anyway?" "Lumpy?" "Uncle Carrig." "He's dead." "Seriously; fuck. What killed him?" "We are working that out. He was beaten, stabbed; by three different blades, shot 67 times by five different firearms, only two which we have recovered," Virginia stated. "We also think he was hit by two cars, one dump truck and a subway." "Well; yeah; Uncle Carrig was looking a bit rough when I answered the door," I confessed. Lumpy had to have been on a freaking quest to go through all that to get to me. Subway? He was hit by a subway and walked away. Most people barely leave a recognizable corpse. "How are Odette, Timothy, Casper and Sovann?" I recalled. She looked at her phone. "They are mostly fine. Casper Winslow was taken to the hospital in shock and was released to her parents," she said. "The other three were taken to the Emergency Room, treated for minor injuries and released," Virginia informed me. "The other four women were a more delicate manner." "Four women? Could you be more specific?" "Your bodyguards." "Could you be more specific?" "For a person with supposedly limited financial means, a lower income lifestyle and a humble background, you appear to have a small army hovering around you, high society friends, and lawyers who are on a first name basis with Supreme Court Justices," Virginia noted. "Lady, half-way through Day Two on this job, I almost gave it all up and biked my ass down to Terra del Fuego to live the sane life of a paranoid recluse," I sighed. "Why didn't you?" "Cause I'm an idiot. I was hoping a crackerjack investigator like you would have figured this out by now," I grinned. "How do you know I'm any good at my job?" she sent a sultry lip twist my way. Yes; pinned to a bed I could still attract the ladies. Having hundreds of little needles in me made the prospects for a quick sexual romp unlikely. "Javiera chose you for this assignment," I told her. "You have to be a woman because this is Havenstone and you have to be clever because this is a lunatic asylum." "Touché," she acknowledged my above average mental status. Next came a list of names. It took me a few seconds to focus on them. "Oh, what happened to them?" I inquired. "What makes you think anything happened to these people?" she parried. "Oh, I'm betting Javiera gave you a list of names and there is only person left alive out of that group," I felt introspective. "I wonder where Anima is hiding." "What happened to those people?" she persisted. "I don't know. I've been napping for the past week, but I'm betting they all met nasty ends," I told her. "Why were these people murdered?" "Were they murdered, or are they merely deceased? See, if I give you my opinion, you will have to pursue that line of inquiry which will only hurt one person who has already been hurt enough and save somebody who shouldn't be saved," I explained. "Why do you get to determine who gets saved?" Virginia pressed. "As opposed to who? You and Javiera? That's laughable. Why don't you go down the net worth of the families of those unfortunate corpses, then tell me how balanced your justice system would be? Please understand, I don't hold you and your profession in contempt," I met her hardening gaze. "To prove to me that I'm wrong, all you have to do is honestly tell me that high-priced lawyers, legions of specialists that confuse juries and enormous bank accounts to keep the appeals going indefinitely while the guilty roam about on bail equates to the legal process working fairly and impartially," I reposted. "That's not the same thing as;” she got out before the door opened and several people traipsed in, including three SD personnel. Last came Troika and she was coldly furious. "I was promised more time with Mr. Nyilas," Virginia protested. She was ignored. "Ishara, you are coming with us," Troika snapped. To be fair, the medical attendant wasn't overly torturous as she pulled out the muscle stimulatory aids and applied the bandages. It still sucked. That was ameliorated somewhat by the read I was getting of Troika. I waited for the last restraint to be removed before speaking. "I refuse to go with you," I stated firmly even as I sat up. See, I needed something to happen that was beyond my ability to obtain. "Take him," Troika directed two of the SD babes. My captors had gone out of their way to make sure these Amazons weren't ladies I knew. "Stop," I declared with authorities. "You cannot touch me against my will as that violates Hayden's ban on me entering blood feuds and wrangling me anywhere against my will constitutes a blood feud in Ishara's eyes." "It is Hayden's order," Troika snapped. "Has she lifted the ban? If not, these ladies will be breaking Hayden's decree." Troika harrumphed then gave Hayden a call. For the purpose of this meeting, the ban was lifted. That was what I needed so off I went. I waited until we got in the elevator and were heading up before launching my strike. Pamela would have been so proud. If Troika had given me an ounce of dignity, I couldn't have pulled it off. As it was, the first stab took her just under the left eye, the second punched through her cheek and spitted her tongue. The third nearly severed her upper lip and then the SD were on me. "Blood Feud!" I screamed. "You stole from me!" Troika was about to come back at me, knife in hand. One of the SD got in the way. What I had done was illegal; blood feuds needed to be approved; except for one tidbit of law Pamela taught me and it was about to come into play. "You cannot wound him while he is in our custody, Troika of Šauška," the Amazon protested. Troika gargled something through the ruin of the left side of her face. "I will peel off a meter of your flesh for this insult," she managed to oozingly communicate before we reached the top floor. For my part; "Unhand me." They didn't. "Unhand me, or am I no longer Head of House Ishara." "Do not attack her," the SD leader stated. "Would you care to explain to me why you are giving me that order?" I mused. "Please, Ishara," the woman ground out. "Do not attack Troika of House Šauška." "Very well. I pledge that from this point until the end of this meeting, I will only act against Troika in my own defense," I promised. "Now give me your sidearm." "You may not bear a weapon in Hayden's presence," the SD leader reminded me. "I asked for your weapon, not your legal advice," I insisted. Another shot of bigotry. "I will not. You are not acting rationally," she stated. Troika snorted. That was okay, because I saw an excellent substitute close by. My deviation from the group was so casual, they barely noticed. I wasn't making a fast break to nowhere. I walked up to the wall and, Vranus be praised, yanked one of a pair of matching battle axes off the wall. Support studs went flying. Like all weapons in Havenstone, this one was real. The SD closed ranks, boxing me in. "You may not bear a weapon in Hayden's presence," the SD leader was at the end of her patience with me. "You are incorrect," I glowered. "There are two occasions I may bear a weapon in proximity to the High Priestess. One is in defense of her person. I am not here to defend her." Harder than any kick to the head; they paled then the anger set in. "How dare you?" the SD leader seethed. "The proof of the necessity of my action stands before me right now; an Amazon defying a House, a First Ancestor and a Goddess on her own initiative and in defiance of everything her ancestors fought, bled and died for," I glared. "Give me the axe," the leader insisted. "No. You will have to fight me for it," I made my stand. She was about to do just that when one of the others spoke. Tears were slowly eking a way down that one's cheeks. "Step away from Ishara, or I will kill you," she told her leader. "You are wrong and Ishara is right though it sickens me to admit it." To add to the macabre, one SD trooper aimed at my 'savior' and the fourth aimed at the third. Civil war. "You know what he plans to do," the leader stated. "It is not our place," the second Amazon insisted. "I cannot face my ancestors letting this abomination pass." "He is the abomination," the leader persisted. "No. The abomination is any full-blooded not of the Council deciding what the Council will and will not do. We now know there were once male Amazons. By the will of our ancestors it was so. Never before have we, the elite of the Host, acted as if we knew better than they," the second Amazon said with righteous conviction. "Go," the leader mumbled softly. The woman on the verge of killing her was most likely a close and trusted friend. Grappling with that sudden rift between sisters was occupying her mind at that moment, not my escape. I moved around her, keeping out of the line of fire as best I could and went with Troika to Hayden's portal. I didn't thank the woman. That would have been insulting because what she did, she did for her people and the hundred thousand that had come before her. Finally we rolled out the Old Kingdom Hittite/Amazon. "See what you have done," Troika hissed. I didn't bother to reply. I was sure, dressed in light green scrubs, I cut a valiant and imposing figure. "Cáel Ishara, what took you so;” and then Hayden saw it. For a second, Saint Marie almost cut me off. Katrina stood up. She wanted to stop me. In her mind, Hayden was one of our allies, but, as I had told her, she (Katrina) didn't get it either. Madi, Beyoncé, Fatima and Krasimira were also present and now highly disturbed. "Take yourself to the cliffs," I announced clearly as I dropped the axe on Hayden's desk. She had stood at my final approach and bore hate my way. "The Goddess Ishara rejects you and has taken herself from the Temple. House Ishara has lost faith in you. Your insults are lengthy and I do not feel like wasting any more time with you." "How dare you?" Hayden spat. "All the times I have shielded you and this is how you repay me? You were a mistake from the beginning." "A mistake we can rectify right now," Fatima snarled. She rose up and drew her knife. "Excuse me, but didn't we gather here for a different purpose?" Krasimira mused softly. "Kill him and end the curse," Madi growled. "Oh; in that case can you kill me first?" Krasimira sighed. "I see no need to postpone the continuation of my chat with my mother." At Krasimira's age, her mother was most likely dead. "Krasimira, you cannot defend him!" Fatima wailed. "Defend him? I am not standing in your way, Fatima. I do know that the statue of Ishara fractured and fell into two pieces in the Temple," she related; certainly retelling information they already had. "House by house, we see nothing but the back of those who fought before us. Five of my augurs had shorn their hair and thrown themselves into the fire. I can do nothing except report what I have witnessed. I cannot appeal to Ishara to lift her curse. I hope one of you can because if you can't and you kill her CLEARLY designated heir we shall all go down to ignoble ends," the Keeper of Records remained serenely poised as she delivered her doom-laden news. "By the way, Troika, what happened to your face?" "He stabbed me," Troika burbled. "Let me kill the bastard." I half-turned. Saint Marie interposed herself between the two of us. "Cáel, lift the curse," Saint Marie demanded. "Lift your damn curse," Fatima and Madi chimed in. "Cáel, lift the curse and then we can discuss things," Hayden tried and failed to sound humble. "If every woman in this rooms fatally slits their own throats in the next fifteen seconds, I'll plead to Ishara to lift the curse," I said. There wasn't a headlong rush to commit suicide. The only one so inclined was Krasimira. I motioned her to stop. "Well, I think we are done here. I have to go and try and cobble my life back together. You ladies have fun pulling off your 'Thelma and Louise' final act while I figure out some way for House Ishara to survive the upcoming war," I shrugged. Of course they didn't let me leave. Fatima on one side, the Golden Mare in the middle and Troika on the other. She had to be in a shitload of pain. "Lift the curse. If we are going to war, we need to be whole," Saint Marie urged me. "No." "Why should I stop these two from killing you right now?" she glared. "Because he is an Amazon," Krasimira muttered. "You should need no better reason. Ah; this is why we must die; thank you Cáel Ishara," she concluded. "A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking in the shadowy corners of my office when I was elevated. I now imagine it haunted my predecessors for some time as well. At least I will pass on knowing the name of our assassin." "The assassin is right here," Fatima spewed her hate at me. "You are correct," Krasimira chuckled. "The assassin is indeed in this room. Its name is Amazon. I need a moment, please." She stood and walked to the doors. What she wanted didn't take long at all. "Gun," we heard her request. The magazine fell to the ground. The sole bullet did not follow. Krasimira walked tenderly into the office as if every step tore like fishhooks at her flesh. "Take yourself to the cliffs, Hayden," Krasimira intoned as the one-shot pistol fell on Hayden's desk. "I no longer know you." Krasimira took in the whole room. "We show anger when we should show humility. We are proud of our shame. We are arrogant of our weaknesses. We have heaped insult upon insult on our ancestors yet are now aghast that they turn away from us," she shook her head. Her gaze settled on Saint Marie. "I am not one warrior alone, but one of a thousand warriors who have fought before me'; isn't that part of the oath of every member of the Security Detail swears?" Katrina fell to her knees. "Please Cáel. Please save us," she begged me. Something was very wrong with that. "How dare you?" Fatima howled at Katrina. Instead of being ashamed, Katrina's supplicant's face turned first into a grim grin, then one of gallows laughter. "And that is why we are all going to die," Katrina declared as she stood once more. "We are too proud to ask a man for help. We know what Ishara's curse is doing to us. You clearly don't care. You would rather die than admit that our damn ANCESTORS have placed a male here and now. Open your eyes!" she nearly screamed. "They sent a MAN for a reason; to open our eyes before we kill ourselves." You scream 'what gives him the right?' Ishara gives him the right. Nothing else matters. What I am asking you is 'what gives you the right to reject Ishara?' because that is what we have done. How could she make her will any more plainly obvious to us? Cáel has never stopped trying to save us and you two want to gut him like a lamb, or (to Saint Marie) break his body. Hayden, I will not place my rejection upon your desk. You have been as much a mother to me as my actual birth-mother. I love you. Since we first met, I have only wanted to make you proud of me and serve your will. What has gone wrong? How have we come to this? You were the one who told me we had to find a way to save our race; and now, when it stares us in the face; Why can't we accept it? How have I failed you, Hayden? What did I do wrong to not prepare you for this moment? It was my duty to keep you informed in all things and I can find nothing to excuse my failure," Katrina had gone from disappointed to heart-broken. Katrina prized herself on being able to stay ahead of any crisis. Here, at her greatest challenge, she hadn't been able to help her friend and mentor survive this calamity. I imagine that was the final blow for Hayden. Katrina had risen up through the Havenstone system as Hayden's protégé and had given Hayden her all. "Until this moment, I have never considered myself a coward," Hayden murmured. "You are blameless Katrina. In the final analysis, I sacrificed my courage for my life. And now I have neither. I can regain my courage here at the end and be true to the duties I was given," Hayden's resolve strengthened with each word. She took out a piece of paper and created a list. "Saint Marie, on this list are traitors to the Host. Gather these Amazons and prepare them to challenge my accusation." Saint Marie stepped forward, took the paper and quickly read it. "Hayden, this includes a third of the Council!" she gasped. "I am well aware of who I have accused. Please see to my final command, old friend," Hayden sighed. I could see a terrible weight lifted from her; the cliffs. "Final;” Saint Marie and Katrina groaned. "Yes. I will dine tonight with my family, then take myself to the cliffs with the dawn. I feel that will be a good end for me," Hayden mused. "Will Ishara forgive me, Cáel?" "No Hayden. It is not her way, but I will. There will be a place in Ishara's halls for you. I pledge you that," I suddenly felt a sorrowful pit in my stomach. Into that romantically tragic scene, Krasimira snorted with amusement. Eyes turned to her. Hayden shook her head, held up a hand to forestall the Keeper until she rounded the desk and left her office for the last time. "Who is on the list?" Fatima stormed up to the Golden Mare and looked over the list. "I am on this. So are you Troika," Fatima growled. "This is insane. We'll destroy Hayden over this; this; piece of filth." "I don't care if I'm on it, or not," Madi seethed. "I'm with you." "There is a small manner of little known law you may wish to be aware of," Krasimira chuckled. "The ruling of an honorably deceased High Priestess may not be challenged." "You two are under arrest," Saint Marie whipped out her pistol. Being with the SD, she was allowed to be fully armed in the High Priestess's presence. "What do you mean?" Fatima looked to Krasimira. "Cáel has killed you all and he didn't even mean to," Krasimira gave a dry chuckle. "By his act of kindness to Hayden, which I now think Hayden was counting on, our former High Priestess goes to an honorable death; taken into the Halls of Ishara in death. Unable to challenge Hayden's decree, you are all going to be executed and your names stricken from the rolls. You will wander aimlessly for all eternity while Hayden will live in the company of her sisters thanks to a man and his love for someone who was clearly his enemy," Krasimira kept snorting at the dark comedy. "Your sole avenue of spiritual survival lies with a man you tried to kill mere moments ago." "This is insane," Troika shouted and came at me. The room exploded with the sonic resonance of a pistol firing. I may have imagined it, but it appeared the bullet took Troika at the juncture of the right eyebrow, nose ridge and right eye. Whatever the entry point, the 45 ACP slug painted the wall behind her with her grey matter. Saint Marie turned quickly on Fatima. "Troika wasn't on the Council, so I could kill her for attempting to murder someone who was. I can't kill you immediately, but please believe I will put a bullet where it hurts if you don't do exactly what I say," the Golden Mare menaced. The debate was truncated by the four Security Detail ladies storming the room. Orders were dispensed and the wheels of Amazon society burst into motion. A side effect of my stunt was I had put Saint Marie in charge until the full Council could meet to create some sort of Regency Council to pilot the ship. There was zip gratitude aimed my way on her part and I didn't blame her one bit. I was headed out before things got too organized. I wanted some 'me' time. "Cáel Ishara, we have not resolved the matter that brought us to this disaster," Saint Marie growled. I was at the door. I looked over my shoulder at the Golden Mare, turned back toward freedom and saw Pamela. "Shoot me," I told Pamela. I was grappling with the horror of what I had just said when I returned to the darkness. MOTHER-FUCKER! I hate women! (Mutter; mutter; mutter) I became aware of my hazy, fugue-like dream state. Sadly, it was familiar and undoubtedly going to become even more familiar while I lived. "Upset with me, Cáel?" she asked. "You had me tell my friend to shoot me; yeah, Ishara, I'm a little cranky right now." "The question was rhetorical. I can read your mind," the Goddess snorted. "What happened to me?" "She bounced a bullet off your skull. You'll be okay. I am the Goddess of Medicine after all," she reminded me. "From an era when trepanning was popular. Color me unimpressed. Oh; and I apologize." "You will get me the fortune cookie next time," she lilted. Something crucial occurred to me. "Hey! I haven't had sex in a week. That hasn't happened to me in four years." "I don't think you are ready for that stage of our relationship yet," she tickled my nose. "Wait; did you just put me in the Friend Zone?" More laughter. "Seriously," I sighed. "Hayden?" "I forgive you," she soothed me. "Forgive me? I killed her. That is not okay. Wasn't; " "No, my Cáel. We are a blood-thirsty society and the ultimate mistakes are answered with the ultimate punishments. I cannot fully express my pride in you for what you did, even in opposition to my will." There was a pause in our relationship and conversation. I thought she sensed my turmoil and aided me in finding some level of peace. With her kind of entity, I would never be sure. "What did Carrig do to me?" I asked. "I don't know." That was not what I expect. Evasion; yes. The ugly truth; no. "I find the concept of an omniscient, omnipotent deity to be self-defeating," she mused. "Sort of negates the whole Free Will thing," I bantered. "Besides, what is the point of beseeching a being that already knows what's going to happen to you and would have saved you if that is what they wanted?" "Yeah," I groaned sarcastically, "I much prefer the divine ones who randomly fuck with your life because they can, rarely provide useful information and won't even put out on the second date." "I know this will cause you pain yet I will say it anyway; I love you." Yeah; I was suddenly wishing Pamela had missed and hit me between the eyes. "Very well, what can I do for you that would make you happier?" Inside of second. "Clever boy. Are you sure?" "Yes." "Done. I can no longer read your mind." A few seconds passed. "This is annoying. Is this what it is like dealing with me; this 'not knowing'?" "Yes and you proved it by the way," I murmured. Several more seconds. "This is really annoying me. Pick something else." Pause. "What does it prove?" "You love me," I grinned. "Love without freedom is illusionary. Freedom of thought is the basis of hope and hope drives all endeavors." A long pause. I was a bit curious about what was happening to my body. "Please." "No." "I could give you a divine gift; speak in tongues; regeneration; long life?" "Nope. Not happening." "I still love you." "Now I can say I love you and know I mean it." "That's unfair; clever and insightful, but unfair," she teased me. "What about the curse?" "Re-forge my statue at the Temple and the curse will be lifted. Be your regular creative self when you do so." Pause; divine sigh. "I need to send you back now. Oh, and make love to the first woman you see. It is important." "What? Why is it im;” and I felt the weight of my body and the throbbing of my temple. (Augurs don'ts and don't give a fuck abouts) I didn't want to open my eyes; really, truly, deeply. I had been dared by both guys and girls to pick up a certain female at a variety of events, even when they came with company. I'd done it because I'm that kind of low-life. Being pre-ordained to sleep with some chick felt wrong to me. It was cheating. I sincerely wished she hadn't been touching my face. Yes, someone was running their slender, feminine fingers over my forehead, eyebrows, eyelids, nose; yadda. "Ishara, I must speak with you," the strange woman implored. My eye movement had given my wakefulness away. I pried open my lids and looked up into the face of a living ghost. Her skin was albino pale with obvious veins and blue capillaries beneath the surface. Her ocular orbs were a deep milky white, with a tinge of light blue. I could barely make out the pupils. Her hair was whiter than Pamela's. From the structure and musculature of her hands and face; it was as if a perfectly healthy human woman's body was in a constant frantic battle against death. My senses expanded to embrace more of my resting place. I was in Katrina's office on the sofa. Katrina was not present. Buffy, the 'senior', Pamela, Rachel, Krasimira, the super-pale chick and two House Guard I didn't recognize were nearby. Despite my head throbbing to the beat of fiendish jackhammers, I managed to sit up. This upset the lady touching me as my movement broke our contact. "Ishara?" she pleaded. "That's it. From now on its Yakko Ishara, Wakko Ishara and Dot Ishara. Let's end all of this confusion over this 'which Ishara are we really wanting to talk to?' bullshit. So, what do you want?" I groaned. "I'm claiming the 'Yakko' spot, by the way." "Ishara?" she pleaded again. Was she protesting me taking the oldest Warner brothers' spot? Yeah, I was the youngest one of the pseudo-divine trio, but I absolutely owned the role of smart-alec. "She is an Augur," Krasimira explained. "The poisons she takes to put her in a receptive state to the ancestors, goddesses and the spiritual currents of the universe leave her blind and deaf to the mortal world. She communicates normally, but needs to be touching your lips to know what you are saying. Her name is Tadêfi and she has a message for you," she finished. "Give me a sec," I put my thoughts together despite my pain. Buffy shoved a glass of water and three pills my way. I downed them gratefully. Buffy was clearly distressed. I was getting the crap kicked out of me a lot and, in theory, it was her job to stop such things from happening. "Buffy, we couldn't have foreseen Carrig coming after me the way he did. He slipped through the seams of very good security," I tried to comfort her. "Pamela shot me on the Goddess/Dot Ishara's orders. She can only communicate with me when I'm in a near-death state," I said. "I have a new mission for you." I needed to keep her mind busy with things other than me. Buffy was action-oriented and I was giving her a doozy of a task. "Obtain at least five of the bullet casings from the battle that took my Father's life. Give them to Krasimira. They are to be melted down with the original statue and recast into a new symbol of the Goddess. We will be a melding of the old and the new," I ordered. Yes, I was sacrificing a priceless ancient artifact for a current political agenda. I'm reprehensible. Kimberly would be ashamed. "Now, who were the women whose names I gave you?" "They are all deceased 'Runners', Ishara," the senior told me. Oh; that made sense. "Tomorrow we induct them into House Ishara," I stated. "Ishara, they are dead," senior repeated. "Do you believe the souls of Amazons go to the houses of their ancestors after dying?" I posed. That took a few seconds to soak in. My almost albino was getting truly distressed so I took her hand and put it on my lips as I asked the latest question. "Oh;” the senior and Buffy both muttered. "All those 'Runners'; their spirits wander aimlessly for eternity bereft of companionship and a place to call home," I told them. "That is a crime," I continued. "Even as Ishara moves forward, we must be honest about our past. Those women earned a place in the Host. They were unduly denied their promised afterlife and we will start rectifying that tomorrow." Their looks broadcast their interpretation of my declaration: I was a wonderful child who had won first place for our team at the State Fair. Now that she was back in the communication loop, the augur calmed down. "You have a message for me?" I 'asked' her. Halfway through, I stopped enunciating. "Yes, Ishara. My dead sister stepped back through the flames and told me you;” she began. "No; stop," I told her. "Everyone leave." They honored my wishes and departed except; "What are you still doing here?" I asked the House Guard who remained. Now that I had a chance to study her, I realized she bore the same cuneiform designation as Krasimira. "I am her guardian. I am always at her side," the woman explained rather heatedly. She was certainly not a fan of the man in mankind. "By all means; have it your way. Augur, your message is unimportant. Write it down and have it sent out as a memo for everyone in Havenstone to read. Someone may tell me about it. I'm horrible with my e-mail, so I probably won't read it myself," I growled. This shit stopped now. I stood and made to leave. The augur swatted out and grabbed my arm when she hit it. "Ishara, you must;” and I lightly slapped her face. The guardian drew down on me. "How dare you?" the guardian seethed. "I am thinking the same thing; 'how dare you?'" I rumbled. "How dare you decide what messages she does, or does not, deliver?" "Tadêfi has something important to tell you," the guardian growled. "Augurs died to bring you this message." "Clearly the message isn't important enough for you to leave the room," I countered. "I took bullet to the head so I could talk to the Goddess Dot Ishara." I was going to enjoy calling my matron pain-in-the-cranium that. She was probably less amused. "I'm about out of patience with you smug, delusionary superior sluts demanding things from me as if you weren't my underlings," I glared. "Get with the program, or get out." Though I had told her to get out, I was the one leaving. I needed clothes, a shave and a chance to get my bearings. I didn't need those two. Tadêfi tried to speak again. I put my hand to her lips to stop her again then raised her hands to my lips. "I do not want to hear what you have to say," I related. "If you try to tell me what you have been told, I will purposely ignore it and cut out your tongue for your insolence. Your sisters died in vain because your guardian has decided what you say is not worth her leaving the room for us to talk in private. Sleep well with the dying screams of your sisters' agonies echoing in your mind and know your fellow Amazons have wished this fate upon you. Good-bye." "How; augurs are sacrosanct and their messages are rare and crucial to the Host," the guardian sputtered. "Didn't know, don't care and could care less what you think is crucial for the Host," I sighed as I started walking away. "What is happening?" the augur wailed. "Her visions are lacerations on her soul," the guardian howled. "Does her pain mean nothing to you?" Those two had to be incredibly tight, the guardian watching the augur scarred and worn down by the task she had been chosen for; and not being able to help. "Not enough to keep me here," I answered at the door. "She's your buddy, not mine and I have a plateful of unhappiness already set before me." I opened the door. "Is there a problem?" Krasimira inquired as I stepped out. She had a guardian too. Pamela was also close by and strategically placed to dispose of said guardian. "Her bodyguard told me to ignore Tadêfi, so I am," I muttered. I hurt. The pain-killers had yet to kick in; and I'd just come out of a coma. Fuck'em. If Ishara wanted me to nail that girl, she was going to have to step up on her level of assistance aimed my way. I accepted that she had her limitations, but so did I. "Cáel Ishara, is that precisely what she said?" the Keeper was being diplomatic. "No; what do I call you?" "Krasimira, Cáel," she answered. "I do not believe it was Tadêfi's intent to be ignored. May I mediate?" "No," I replied. "I will talk with Tadêfi alone, or not at all. Quite frankly, half the time you women open your mouths, I want to kick you off the roof of this building. Either I see some damn humility; your words, Krasimira; or I carry on the Amazon tradition with Ishara and her legion of former 'Runners' while the rest of you are throttled by your pride." Do note that the Executive Services floor was very active and several members heard my statement loud and clear. "May we please try this meeting one more time?" she requested. Her bodyguard nearly choked on Krasimira's gentle, conciliatory tone. "I could not consider myself an Amazon and deny the Keeper's suggestion on this matter. Let's give it one more shot," I conceded. All I was asking for was 'nice'. I wasn't deluded into thinking Krasimira was suddenly my fan. She was simply acting on the enlightenment that her ancestors and goddesses had revealed. We headed back into Katrina's office. As with any divine direction, she knew she had two choices; harm, or heal. She had accepted responsibility that to heal her people, the spirits had chosen a male. Liking me had nothing to do with it. Being true to her oaths and nature as an Amazon were the acting forces here. Amazons survived, first and foremost. They feared nothing, not even change. Her fellows had denied the need for change based solely on pride and Krasimira recognized that now. Back in Katrina's office, the guardian was trying to calm her nearly hysterical charge. I would have been much happier if we had been more alone. The room had become crowded with ghosts during my short absence. Krasimira, who was following, bumped into me. "Ishara?" she whispered. As unfortunate as that was, Tadêfi's blind eyes following the fixed stares of all the ghosts in my direction was worse. I squeezed my brain for an appropriate bit of trivia that would put my depression on its ass. There was this movie by M. Night Shakalaka-ding dong (or something like that) about a boy who saw dead people. The hero; the man trying to help the boy; he turned out to be a ghost as well who didn't figure that out until the end of the flick. But, it got better. Using the numerous ghostly gazes like searchlights pinning down an escaping convict, Tadêfi ran right into my arms. That was a pretty remarkable feat; a blind girl in an unfamiliar room covering four meters flawlessly. But, it kept getting better. All the ghosts started to yammer, clambering for attention. Tadêfi began to weep piteously. I had to wonder if this was Ishara's penalty for keeping my mind free of her meddling. No one else seemed to understand what the fuck was going on. Krasimira was the augur wrangler, not in tune with the spirits herself. She was also the Supreme Litigator, which necessitated her being able to interact with the mortal world on a constant basis, so I couldn't hold her lack of spiritual mojo against her. My instincts were telling me that screaming and yelling was pointless. The cacophony was incredibly vexing, but I could deal. Tadêfi couldn't. I was looking at this dilemma from the wrong angle. Instead of taking on the hundreds, I would take on the one. I placed one of the augur's hands on my lips then placed my hands over her ears. My hope was that since I could interact with the restless dead, my flesh could act as a buffer to their insistent beseeching of us for recognition of their numerous appeals. My first song was one of the melodies sung to me by Oneida's kin while I fought off her Death Pledge. Bit by bit, a tiny fraction followed by the greater whole, I pulled Tadêfi back from the brink of insanity. Eventually, she began mumbling a different refrain into my chest. "My ears work better than my lip-reading," I chided her playfully. The ghosts hadn't stopped their pleas for attention. It was the sonic and tactile sensation of my song upon her fingers and the fluctuation of my lungs in pushing forth the music that allowed her to focus on her mortal coil. As we sang together, eventually with her teaching me a few new ballads, we shut the world out. Once our shared reality collapsed down to just the two of us, the babble diminished then finally faded away. "May I relay my message now?" Tadêfi requested. "No, we have to have sex first," I replied. Whoops; shit-storm. What followed was a blur. "I can't have sex," Tadêfi murmured. "The touch of a man would corrupt me." Plus. "She is an augur," her guardian declared firmly. "She must remain a virgin." Plus. "Cáel Ishara, augurs cannot be;” Krasimira's tongue became tied. "You go, Tiger," Pamela tossed out there. "Tadêfi, where are you right now?" I began my rotation of responses. "Why does she have to be a virgin? And, thanks Pamela. That was less helpful than normal." "I aim to disappoint, Cheetah," Pamela smirked. I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was. She; Tarzan. Me; Cheetah, the Immortal baby chimpanzee. Just what I needed. "It is the law," the guardian moved to separate us. "She must not be touched by a man," Krasimira stated. "Not having intercourse is implied. If she has been corrupted, why did the spirits continue to surround her after Cáel's touch?" "Keeper, this cannot be allowed," the guardian changed her focus. "I agree in that this is your choice to make," Krasimira countered. "Without knowing the missive, you must decide what your charge may, and may not, do. Your oath is to her personally, not to me or any other entity. Consider what the task of guardian truly is before deciding." The convoluted decision: what was the chief duty of a guardian; the message, or the messenger? The augur could convey urgency yet was powerless to act without the guardian's permission. She had to trust her guardian with the basics of life. The guardian; she had to trust what could not be sensed, or even fully understood. "Why; why this condition?" the guardian returned her gaze to me. I could have been a dick. "Dot Ishara told me to have intercourse with the first woman I saw when I woke up," I said. "If you hurt her, I will kill you," the Amazon threatened. "First off, Tadêfi, would you like to fool around?" I might want to get my potential sex partners permission before proceeding. You know; not be a rapist. "I don't know what you want, but if this is what we must do," Tadêfi acquiesced. "First time sex is going to be painful, so be prepared," I cautioned both young women. "If you;” the guardian repeated her threat. "Cáel, you should give daily thanks I don't leave a trail of dead bodies everywhere you go," Pamela declared with malicious menace. "So many pretentious bitches; I tell you, my ability to tolerate your forgiving nature is being sorely tested, damn it." Wow, was that totally ass-backwards, or what? As a side note to life: I was going to receive a serious beat-down the second my sexual tryst ended. Two pernicious women: Buffy; I had been damaged by someone who wasn't her. There was no way she'd forgive me for that. And Pamela; I had sent Estere away to escort Libra instead of keeping the assassin close. Without a doubt, I had taken Pamela away from some odious errand conducted on my behalf, yet without my knowledge. Yes, some serious torment was headed my way. Back to the girl at hand. Back to being the 'me' I wanted to be. Oink! With torturous reluctance, the guardian made to leave. "Wait," I called out. "You can stay if you join us." Yes, I was angling for a three-way with a women who wanted to make line drives with a five iron using my nuts for golf balls; and the blind and deaf girl. I couldn

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June Squibb is an Oscar nominated actress who got her first movie when she was in her 60's. From 'Nebraska' to 'Inside Out 2' and TV ranging from 'Curb Your Enthusiasm', 'The Office', and 'Shameless' but... Astonishingly her latest role in the critically acclaimed movie 'Thelma' is her first lead role. and Now at the age of 94 she's still doing her own stunts. We also have the writer/director of 'Thelma' Josh Gargolin who based the script on his own grandma. - Host - Actor/Writer ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Elliot James Langridge⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Please contact (Scott Marshall Partners) - We are sponsored by ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠BetterHelp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ providing you access to the largest online therapy service in the world. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get 10% off⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ your first month at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠betterhelp.com/lifeinfilm⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ - 'Thelma' is in cinemas now - Thank you to our guests June and Josh and thank you to their team at 42 West. As always thank you to our sponsor ⁠BetterHelp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. - If you enjoyed this episode, please review and follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Spotify⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Apple Podcasts⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠You Tube ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠etc and please share. It makes a huge difference. - Join us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tik Tok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, @LIFEINFILMpod & For early and uncut episodes check of the Patreon at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠patreon.com/Lifeinfilmpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Please don't forget to⁠ LIKE & SUBSCRIBE⁠! Thanks for watching this episode ... see you in the next episode!

It is a busy week of cinema watching on the newest episode and for the most part its a good week. We start with the absolutely insane indie flick that has finally found its way to the big screen in the form of 'Hundreds Of Beavers', the newest geriatric action flick (but with a twist) with 'Thelma', theres also some ye olde sporting action in 'Young Woman And The Sea', and the return of a beloved animated franchise 'Despicable Me 4'. We finish with some blockbuster cinema with action movie sequel 'Twisters' and we finish with the newest MCU instalment 'Deadpool & Wolverine' Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It's June all summer! Christina talks to acting legend June Squibb. The 94 year old actor stars as Nostalgia in the summer's biggest hit 'Inside Out 2' and as Thelma in Josh Margolin's wonderful directorial debut. 'Thelma', about a grandmother determined to get justice after she's scammed out of ten thousand dollars, is a generational story and an action comedy. And Ms. Squibb does her own stunts! June Squibb's career spans seven decades on the stage and screen. She starred in Woody Allen's 'Alice' and Martin Scorsese's 'The Age of Innocence'. She has played Jack Nicholson's wife, Adam Sandler's mother, & Lena Dunham's grandmother. June Squibb was Oscar nominated for her role in Alexander Payne's Nebraska. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Director Josh Margolin joins Matthew Pejkovic on the Matt's Movie Reviews Podcast to talk about his new film 'Thelma', the highly acclaimed action comedy that stars June Squibb as a 94-year-old grandmother who after being duped by a phone scammer (Malcolm McDowell) sets out on a quest to reclaim her stolen money.   Matt's Movie Reviews Podcast listed in FeedSpot's Top 100 Movie Podcasts: https://podcasts.feedspot.com/movies_podcasts/   Support Matt's Movie Reviews PayPal: https://tinyurl.com/2x9tn2k4 Patreon: https://tinyurl.com/54jnzpsn TeePublic: https://tinyurl.com/2p9c5kpn Amazon: https://amzn.to/3JfyGtK    Follow Matt's Movie Reviews! Website: http://mattsmoviereviews.net Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Matts-Movie-Reviewsnet/151059409963 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/MattsMovieReviews LinkedIn:  https://www.linkedin.com/company/1036986/admin/  Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/c-1643285 

Unlikely revenge thriller Thelma goes through the Cinebuds rinse. Thelma follows the titular nonagenarian lead as she gets scammed and gets revenge in a film that is part comedic and part Mission: Impossible in all the best ways.Produced and edited by Marcus Doucette

For episode 195, I'm joined once again by my co-host Myles Hughes, with fellow co-host Steve Prusakowski continuing to handle the behind the scenes Emmy coverage, which we've just wrapped Phase One on. This one, believe it or not, involves some chatter about Madame Web. That leads into a larger discussion of bad movies. Plus, Myles and I both continue to be very taken by Thelma (my review is here). There's your questions as well, plus a quick version of the IMDb game. It's not a long episode, but it's a rock solid one... As always my friends and faithful listeners/readers, I do hope you all enjoy the latest episode of the Awards Radar Podcast, our 195th one to date (here's to many more). Of course, feel free to revisit the previous installments by clicking the Podcast tab (here) on the top of the page. Plus, listen to us on Apple Podcasts (iTunes), Spotify, and other platforms. More to come each and every single week, so from the bottom of my heart, thank you for listening!

Fresh Fiction's Preston Barta and James Cole Clay discuss the latest happenings in entertainment. This week's episode features talks about: FILM Intro (0:00-1:15) THE BIKERIDERS (1:15-9:15) THELMA (09:15-12:09) THE EXORCISM (12:09-18:07) TV Episode 3 of THE ACOLYTE (18:07-20:00) Season 2, Ep. 6-9 of PERFECT MATCH (20:00-26:47) WHAT WE'VE BEEN WATCHING JIM HENSON: IDEA MAN (26:47-35:00) CRY BABY - 4K (35:00-39:12) DIIV Concert (39:12-44:29) Tycho - "Phantom" Single (44:29-48:34) Outro (48:34-49:14) INTERVIEWS THELMA writer-director Josh Margolin and star June Squibb (49:14-54:29) THE EXORCISM director/co-writer Joshua John Miller and co-writer M.A. Fortin (54:29-1:04:26)

We talk about the awesome new trailer for the movie Thelma where a grandmother gets scammed out of 10,000 and goes out for revenge. Website

https://elcamarotedelosmarx.blogspot.com.es/ https://t.me/CamaroteMarx Programa de radio de "El Camarote de los Marx" grabado el 11 de abril... ...en el que volvemos a ponernos delante de los micros para hablar de ergonomía y brazos musculosos, de vicisitudes y montañas rusas emocionales, de noches en urgencias, cócteles de pastillas y robar material sanitario, de habitaciones de acogida y pausas dramáticas, de hospitales, butacas incómodas y dormir en el suelo, de un 'Thelma y Louise' del culturismo, de un mono vengativo y el cansancio de los spoilers, de hamburguesas postpartido y batidos de proteinas, de ajedrez como elemento educativo y un salto dramático, de una gozada visual y el viaje de un héroe, de arenosas adaptaciones y rutas gusaneras, de frialdad en el desierto y un mesías intergaláctico, de adalides, cuotas y decepciones, de comedias de acción y huir de Corea del Norte, de monstruos dándose de hostias y fantasmas en un congelador, de un biopic correcto y un tío tieso que corre mucho, de jugar al fútbol con una cabeza y la aventura con mayúsculas, de masculinidad tóxica y la influencia de la familia, de una peli que nos dio miedito y un detective privado que no quiere serlo, de cicatrices de amor y tres cuerpos que no son nórdicos, de científicos sin método y la guerra vista desde el aire, de secundarios que toman el protagonismo y el declive de Truman Capote, de una serie desparramada, una estupenda adaptación y una comedia muy fresca, de la continuación de una serie clásica de animación, ficciones que esperamos con ganas... y de mandar saludos a amiguetes del programa que nos escuchan mientras planchan. Estrenos de los que hablamos: Sangre en los labios, Monkey Man, Menudas piezas, El salto. Críticas: Dune (parte 2), American Fiction, Freelance, Beyon Utopía, Godzilla y Kong: el nuevo imperio, Cazafantasmas: imperio helado, Bob Marley: One Love, El clan de hierro. Recomendaciones: Misión Imposible: Fallout, El hombre que pudo reinar, It Follows, Lo que esconde Silver Lake, La cena de los acusados (serie de películas). Series: Shôgun, El problema de los tres cuerpos, Los amos del aire, Tokyo Vice (2ª temp), Feud: Capote vs. The Swans, The Gentlemen, Ripley, Palm Royale, Fallout, El simpatizante.

Have you ever felt 'stuck'? Chances are, the answer is yes. We can feel stuck in circumstances, situations that feel beyond our control. We can feel stuck when we are trying to manage other peoples feelings or reactions. Let's face it, feeling stuck can suck! If you have ever asked yourself these questions, you are not alone. Becky Vollmer is the author of "You Are Not Stuck" and she shares on the podcast exactly how we move from feeling stuck to feeling empowered by choice. Becky is more than an author; she is a yoga teacher, a retreat leader and a spiritual guide who coaches women to take back their power. Becky's mission is "... to empower people to pursue the lives they dream of instead of settling for the ones they feel stuck in..." Our podcast conversation moves from the success of her book to her 'prescription' for moving from fear to freedom to her take on 'Thelma and Louise'ing it'!   Show Notes HERE (find out more about Becky; see previous podcast episodes and sign up for The Sober Nutritionist newsletter)  

Filmmagasinet Nosferatu tager i denne uge, i anledning af hans 86 års fødselsdag, et kig på Ridley Scott karriere i Hollywood. Og som opvarmning til Scotts nye episke historiedrama, 'Napoleon', gives der også en lille spoilerfri anmeldelse af skribenten Alexander Bendtsen. I ugens program tager vi dig med på en rejse gennem Scotts liv før og efter sin tid i instruktørstolen. Her står han stærkt den dag i dag med 30 film i bagagen, og endnu flere som producer osv. Særligt dykkes der ned i filmene: 'Blade Runner' fra 1982, 'Thelma og Louise' fra 1991 og 'Exodus: Gods and Kings' fra 2014. Danner de rammerne for de ikoniske og velkendte værker, som Scott er så kendt for, eller hvad gør disse film så mindeværdige? Værter: Benjamin Blaakilde, Tobias Gilbert & Andrea Vibenfeld

How can we bond with someone who shows no interest in doing so? Can attempting to bond with others ever endanger us? Is bonding always a peaceful process? Building further on recent discussions about human interconnectedness, this week's episode focuses on connections specifically between two people. Contact us via email at contact@jimmybernasconi.com --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/2xxfm-sacredcinema/message

This week we're looking into a case from 2009 where two suspects dubbed 'Thelma and Louise' found themselves entangled in the moidah of one of their spouses. Come see me on tour: obitchuarypodcast.com Write me: spencer@cultliter.comSpencer Henry PO Box 18149 Long Beach CA 90807 Follow along online: instagram.com/cultliterpodcastJoin our patreon: Patreon.com/cultliterCheck out my other show OBITCHUARY wherever you're listening now! Sources:https://www.kplctv.com/story/10638301/dead-man-tentatively-identifiedhttps://www.cbsnews.com/news/48-hours-preview-dial-c-for-conviction/https://www.oxygen.com/killer-motive/crime-news/robyn-davis-and-best-friend-sissy-saltzman-kill-her-husbandSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The classic films keep rolling in and this week an era defining, genre defining, road comedy-drama 'Thelma and Louise'.We break down the film and it's massive cultural impact. As we see two best friends set out on a road trip and what was meant to be a nice quiet fishing holiday that turns into two rebel criminals on the run from the law and a descent in chaos we ask the question what were the points that Ridley Scott was trying to get at? Why did Ridley Scott choose to direct the film himself? And were there some hidden messages that writer Calli Khouri wanted us all to get?Okay - let's talk about the ending? Did it do it for you? Were you happy with it, or did it not sit quite right? Ben and Jack are torn as to whether this was the perfect ending for this film with Thelma and Louise suspended in MVP wise there's a big toss up this week. So many standout performances - even if we take as a given the world class turn of Geena Davis and Susan Sarandon there was Brad Pitt's first big role, Harvey Keitel once again, Michael Madsen and Christopher Mcdonald being the unbelievably unlikeable Darryl.The film was released in 1991, and once again on BYOB the guys are back marvelling at how wonderfully this film has aged. But what did you make of it?Bring Your Own Blockbuster isn't just a film review podcast, we try our best each week to dive deep into the themes and discussions that make cinema so special - and we'd love to hear your feedback on the film. What did Thelma and Luise make you feel? What did we miss? Get involved and tell us what you think on social media, you can find us everywhere at @byobpod Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Tanner and Louise have a 63 year age difference and pretty opposite personalities: Tanner is a former college athlete, hitting what she thinks is rock bottom after dropping out. Louise is the eccentric elderly lady she gets hired to take care of. But in Colleen Oakley's new novel, The Mostly True Story of Tanner and Louise, the two women forge an unlikely friendship when Louise's past forces them to hit the road. As the author tells NPR's Mary Louise Kelly, the story is equal parts inspired by Thelma and Louise and by her own friendship with her grandmother.

Guest artist SOPHIE RUIGROK joins VANESSA MURRELL of DATEAGLE to discuss her art practice via 'Nobody Belongs Here More Than You' 2007 by Miranda July, published by Canongate Books. Winner of the Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award, it conveys 16 stories of lonely characters desperately trying to make connections. Their means vary from quirky to the absurd and mostly only result in the disillusion of coinciding in the same space.  Sophie and Vanessa talk about escape, clouds, tears, Buddhism, role playing, manifesting reality, body leaking, collapsing flesh, wearing wigs, cold showers, hypersensitive characters, contemporary spiritualism, movie-set extras, expressing the psyche, masks as mediators, disconnected lonely people, swimming on the carpet, beautifully weird realisations about humanity, the loss of fantasy, appropriating from art history, being allergic to the world, true signs of falsehood, and Sophie using her fingers to make images of fingers before dipping her toe into oil paint. SUPPORT this podcast via patreon.com/ARTFICTIONSPODCAST SOPHIE RUIGROK @sophie.ruigrok 'In Three Acts' Huxley Parlour 27 April - 27 May 2023 'Stilled Images' Tube Gallery, Mallorca opens 10 June 2023 ARTISTS Alfred Stieglitz Andrea Mantegna Francis Bacon Gian Lorenzo Bellini 'The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa' 1652 Hans Memling, hellscapes Jan and Hubert Van Eck 'The Ghent Alterpiece' Belgium 1432 Katarina Caserman René Magritte GALLERIES Marlborough 'Love is the Devil: Studies after Francis Bacon' 2022 Tabula Rasa 'It's Better to be Cats Than be Loved' 2022  The Sunday Painter 'Today I Feel Relevant and Alive' 2022 WRITERS Carl Jung Susan Stewart 'On Longing: Narratives of the Miniature, the Gigantic, the Souvenir, the Collection' 1984 FILMS 'Interstellar' 2014 'The Truman Show' 1998 'Thelma and Louise' 1991  

Its time for our Reel Feminist's to take a road trip/crime spree around Arkansas. From line dancing to the Grand Canyon how much has changed since 'Thelma & Louise' was released, and what has stayed the same? Listen to find out! Get involved on facebook: www.facebook.com/ReelFeminism/ or find us on instagram @reelfeminism

In this second part of a two-part series, Wolf Rambatz and Dave Fonseca draft songs from the Billboard Year-End Hot 100 singles of 2002. Listen to part 1 here. References: Billboard Year-End Hot 100 singles of 2002 Additional music: "Late Night Radio" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ Recommendations: Wolf: Folding Ideas's "Contrepreneurs: The Mikkelsen Twins" Dave: Ailsa Tully Our theme song is “Welcome” by New Sweet Breath. You can find that banger on its 1996 full-length, Demolition Theater. You can find the incredible music of Graig Markel at https://www.graigmarkelmusic.com/. You can subscribe to Runout Grooves on your podcatcher of choice. Leave us a rating and review, please! If you like us, share us around. If you'd like to drop us a line, you can email us at runoutgroovespod@gmail.com. You can find Dave's band, Ancient Enemy, at https://linktr.ee/ancientenemy. You can find all of Wolf's garbage at https://linktr.ee/wrambatz. Ad Block 1: C-Squared Podcast Ad Block 2: Plague Rages Podcast --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/runoutgrooves/message

Multiple law enforcement officers lose their lives across the South during the past few days. The Atlanta Braves take a 2-0 NLCS lead in the best-of-seven series against the Los Angeles Dodgers. Georgia is the unanimous No. 1 in college football. Plus, "Toccopola Storyteller" Jerry Short reflects on LSU's dismissal of head football coach Ed Orgeron; as well as the death of Missouri-born actress Betty Lynn, who portrayed "Thelma Lou" on "The Andy Griffith Show."

Las películas de las que nos habla por su relación con las grandes amistades el profesor de Historia Antigua de la Universidad de Murcia son 'Dos cabalgan juntos' de Jonh Ford con la música de George Duning, 'Dersu Uzala' de Akira Kurosawa con la banda sonora de Isaac Shvarts, 'Thelma y Louise' de Ridley Scott musicalizada por Hans Zimmer y 'Mamma Mia' de Phylida Lloyd con música del mítico grupo ABBA.

This August is 'Women in Film' month on the Cinema Catch-Up Club. This week, host Stephen B. Platt is joined by special guests Murray Jackson and Georgia Smith as they review 'Thelma & Louise.' Listen in as they discuss cars, canyons, and chaotic chocolate eating habits. Music from filmmusic.io "Hyperfun" by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) License: CC BY (creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/)

After a long and successful entrepreneurial career in the field of diversity and talent management. Heather had big ideas for her 50's. Along with her friend Sam, they were ready to do a 'Thelma and Louise' and have new adventures (minus the final driving off the cliff!).But menopause had other ideas. They were both hit like a brick wall. And neither of them had any idea what was happening. After many trips to the doctor and much searching on the internet they finally realised they were going through peri menopause.Disappointment turned into frustration, which turned into anger. Had they reached an age where they'd become invisible? Sam and Heather had never settled for less before, so why should they start now? Out of their personal experience came the desire and drive to change things forever. Putting their corporate knowledge and entrepreneurial flair to good use, they'd fill the void they'd found.Gen-M - short for Generation Menopause was born. Their mission is to make the menopause experience better today than it was yesterday for women, society and the economy.Find out more about Gen-M here; https://gen-m.com

Welcome to Season 2 of The Monstrous Feminine! To celebrate Pride month, we look at depictions of queerness in horror!

DPKThen and NowLuis AlcazarVideovetsEddie KaddiSmak GraphicsDreak SwiftPodcast, EntrepreneurBoxingJAKE PAULI'LL EVENTUALLY FIGHT CANELO FOR TITLE... 'Sky Is The Limit'NHL playoff update#1 Golden Knights vs #4 CanadiensMTL leads 3-22 Lightning vs #3 IslandersTBL leads 3-2NBA playoff updateSuns vs Clippers 2-0Bucks Vs Atl TonightDetroit Pistons won the number one draft pickNFLCalvin Johnson: I wanted to play elsewhere, Lions wouldn't let meCarl Nassib becomes first active NFL player to announce he is gayEntertainmentDMXDEF JAM COVERED THE FUNERAL COSTS... Shelled Out $300kSusan Sarandon and Geena Davis reunite to celebrate 30th anniversary of 'Thelma & Louise'Current EventsREAL-LIFE 'WEREWOLF'ALLEGED NIGERIAN SIGHTING'S BOGUS ...Just a Prosthetic Dummy!!!H.S. BASKETBALLCOACH FIRED AFTER PLAYERS THROW TORTILLAS... At Latino OpponentsPoliticsMACY GRAYJan. 6 Changed Everything... LET'S MAKE FLAG A UNITING SYMBOL!!!Delta variant is 'greatest threat' to eliminating Covid in U.S., Fauci saysUS Border Patrol chief stepping down, source saysSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

AMAZON COMPRA METRO GOLDWYN MAYER: 4.000 PELÍCULAS Y 17.000 HORAS DE SERIES POR 8.450 MILLONES DE DÓLARES Fuente:Xataka https://www.xataka.com/cine-y-tv/amazon-compra-metro-goldwyn-mayer-4-000-peliculas-17-000-series-8-450-millones-dolares Los rumores que saltaron a los medios hace unos días han acabado confirmándose: Amazon ha comprado Metro Goldwin Mayer, una de las grandes majors de la historia de Hollywood, por la friolera de 8.450 millones de dólares. 4.000 películas y 17.000 horas de series, que suman más de 180 Oscars y 100 Emmys, forman parte ahora de las propiedades del catálogo de Amazon Prime Video. El listado de producciones de la compañía es prácticamente inabarcable: películas como 'Instinto básico', la saga 'Rocky', las 'Poltergeist', 'El Hobbit', 'Toro salvaje', 'Robocop', 'Thelma & Louise' las películas de la Pantera Rosa, y series como 'Fargo', 'The Handmaid's Tale' o 'Vikingos'. Aunque sin duda, la joya de la corona es la franquicia de James Bond, cuyos derechos ostentados férreamente por los descendientes del productor original de la serie son los que posiblemente han retrasado el anuncio. No hay películas, eso sí, anteriores a 1986 (quitando las de United Artists), que pertenecen... a Warner. Es muy posible que el contrato de Amazon y MGM incluya una serie de cláusulas acerca de qué se puede y no se puede hacer con las películas presentes y futuras del agente secreto. Por ejemplo, sería muy raro que viéramos el estreno de la próxima película de 007 en exclusiva en Prime Video. Pero a la vez se abre la vía para spin-offs, secuelas más frecuentes y series de televisión de todo tipo. El mañana nunca es suficiente, pero en este caso, Goldfinger tiene los derechos de explotación. IRÁN A POR EL BITCOIN: PROHIBEN TODO TIPO DE MINADO DE CRIPTOMONEDAS POR EL ALTO CONSUMO DE ELECTRICIDAD Fuente:Xataka https://www.xataka.com/criptomonedas/iran-a-bitcoin-prohiben-todo-tipo-minado-criptomonedas-alto-consumo-electricidad Las últimas semanas no han sido precisamente las mejores para Bitcoin y el mundo de las criptodivisas en general. Una serie de caídas en valor a nivel general han provocado un efecto cascada. ¿Razón? Hay varias, aunque una de ellas fue los cambios que hizo China en su regulación. Ahora Irán parece ir por el mismo camino. Según recoge Reuters, Irán va a prohibir de forma temporal y durante cuatro meses el minado de Bitcoin y otras criptodivisas. La razón es la misma por la que China lo ha prohibido o por la que Tesla ha dejado de aceparlo como forma de pago: el consumo eléctrico. Dicho esto, no todo el mundo está de acuerdo en que el problema con la red eléctrica sea el Bitcoin. Los opositores al gobierno iraní indican que estos cortes de luz a menudo se dan por tener una red eléctrica anticuada, defectuosa y sin potencia suficiente para abastecer a la población. El minado de Bitcoin ha sido uno de los "alivios" de Irán en los últimos años. Alivios a la hora de hacer frente a las sanciones de Occidente, especialmente de Estados Unidos. El minado les ha permitido generar cientos de millones de dólares (casi el 5% de todo el Bitcoin proviene del país de Oriente Medio), sin tener que depender así de países externos. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/elgordocircuito/message

Hablamos del cine del gran Ridley Scott, de sus películas más destacadas, 'Alien', 'Blade Runner', 'Gladiator', 'Black Hawk Derribado' y 'The Martian' y también de sus altibajos como 'Prometheus' y 'Alien Covenant'. Repasamos toda su filmografía: 'Los Duelistas' (no disponible en streaming), 'Alien, el octavo pasajero' (Prime Video, Disney +, HBO), 'Blade Runner' (Movistar +), 'Legend' (Prime Video), 'La Sombra del Testigo' (No disponible en streaming), 'Black Rain' (Filmin), 'Thelma & Louise' (Filmin), '1492: La Conquista del Paraíso' (Filmin), 'Tormenta Blanca' (Prime Video), 'La Teniente O'Neill' (No disponible en streaming), 'Gladiator' (Prime Video, Movistar +), 'Black Hawk Derribado' (Movistar +), 'Los impostores' (HBO), 'El Reino de los Cielos' (Disney +), 'Un Buen Año' (Disney +), 'American Gangster' (Prime Video), 'Red de Mentiras' (no disponible en streaming), 'Robin Hood' (Netflix, Prime Video), 'Prometheus' (Prime Video, HBO, Filmin), 'El Consejero' (Disney +, HBO), 'Exodus' (Disney +), 'The Martian' (no disponible en streaming), 'Alien: Covenant' (no disponible en streaming), 'Todo el dinero del mundo' (Prime Video). En la sección revival recuperamos 'Desafío Total' de Verhoeven y nos lo pasamos en grande. Disponible en Netflix. Las recomendaciones en este episodio son la serie 'The Morning Show' en Apple TV+, el film 'The International, dinero en la sombra' (no disponible en streaming) y los documentales 'Memory: The Origins of Alien' (no disponible en streaming) y 'El infiltrado' (Filmin). Recordad que tenemos una playlist en Spotify donde iremos añadiendo canciones extraídas de las bandas sonoras de las películas y series que vayamos comentando en todos los episodios: +120 minutos escuchando cine Síguenos en las redes sociales: Twitter https://twitter.com/120_podcast Facebook https://www.facebook.com/120minutospodcast Instagram https://www.instagram.com/120minutos_podcast/

Facebook will ban President Donald Trump's account from posting for at least the remainder of his term in office and perhaps "indefinitely," CEO Mark Zuckerberg said in a blog post. "We believe the risks of allowing the President to continue to use our service during this period are simply too great," Zuckerberg wrote in the post. "Therefore, we are extending the block we have placed on his Facebook and Instagram accounts indefinitely and for at least the next two weeks until the peaceful transition of power is complete."The decision marks a major escalation by Facebook as it and other platforms have come under intense pressure from advocacy groups and prominent figures to ban Trump following his inflammatory rhetoric encouraging insurrection.Facebook and Twitter took the extraordinary step on Wednesday of temporarily locking President Donald Trump's account on their platforms after his supporters stormed the Capitol building to protest the election.If the latest restrictions hold, Facebook could be the first major platform to remove Trump permanently.Facebook's move now raises expectations for Twitter, known for being the president's preferred social media platform, to follow suit. Twitter has confirmed that Trump deleted several tweets in order to regain his tweeting privileges sometime on Thursday, though the company declined to say when precisely he would be able to tweet again.Twitter also said that "future violations... will result in permanent suspension of the @realDonaldTrump account.""There's this element of all the companies hand-wringing until one of them takes a step, and then in a few minutes, everyone does it," said Adam Sharp, Twitter's former head of news, government and elections. "Nobody wants to be the first, and they just take turns on who is going to be the first one to go that time around. Then they all 'Thelma and Louise' it and make the call."The underlying problem facing most tech platforms, he said, is that the gravity of Trump's misconduct goes far beyond the companies' efforts to build standardized systems for punishing misbehavior.In his blog post Thursday, Zuckerberg said Facebook had determined that Trump's recent posts were "likely" intended to escalate the violence rather than the opposite.Trump has shown he "intends to use his remaining time in office to undermine the peaceful and lawful transition of power to his elected successor, Joe Biden," Zuckerberg wrote.Facebook has already described the events surrounding Trump's posts this week as an emergency. Now, Zuckerberg has finally revealed where Facebook will draw the line for Trump — at nothing less than a deadly assault on Congress.text by Brian Fung, CNN

Y'all, this week is epic. A hole in each of our understandings of cinema as big as the Grand Canyon itself. This week we took a massive road trip across The South, and watched two pillars of American cinema from the 90s, back to back, in our longest episode yet; ‘Thelma & Louise' (1991) and ‘Forrest Gump' (1994). Geena Davis, Susan Sarandon, Tom Hanks, Sally Field, Brad Pitt, Harvey Keitel, Robin Wright, Gary Sinise… I mean, what else is there to say? We laughed, we cried, we ugly cried and sobbed, and each of us walked away with a new favourite. Run Forrest, Run, don't walk to catch this week's episode! . Email: doublebeddoublebill@gmail.com Facebook & Instagram: @doublebeddoublebill Web: www.anchor.fm/doublebeddoublebill . Patrick's Instagram: @patt_howard Emma's Instagram: @emmakhamis . Produced and hosted by Patrick Howard and Emma Khamis. Music and editing by Patrick Howard. Cover image by Xanthea Hardman and Candice Foster.

On hopes, dreams and realizations, Zyra Mae joins us back for a review of Paul Soriano's 'Thelma'. Support the show, buy us Kofi: https://ko-fi.com/wreviewpodcast --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/wreviewpodcast/message

State Trooper: [sobbing] Please! I have a wife and kids. Please! Thelma: You do? Well, you're lucky. You be sweet to 'em, especially your wife. My husband wasn't sweet to me. Look how I turned out.Thelma and LouiseJim: Would you like a Hershey bar? Nina: Oh yes, please Jim: So would I kid, have you got one?Empire of the SunLook out, 'cause our hair is comin' down as we share our review 'Thelma and Louise' and digest the moving 'Empire of the Sun' with a fantastic performance from a 12 year old Christian Bale. Both epic films! Enjoy! See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Strangelove of Movies goes deep with the epic chase movie 'Thelma and Louise' (1991). Emily and Livia discuss what makes this the ultimate girl power movie, and discuss Brad Pitt's first movie role, and why the film had to end the way it did. Spoiler warning! Watch this movie before listening (especially if you are a Brad Pitt fan). Follow us on Instagram @strangeloveofmoviespod --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

With the release this week of the acclaimed 'Portrait of a Lady on Fire' with music by Jean-Baptiste Laubier, Matthew considers the impact of "the female gaze" on film- making. He foregrounds films and their associated music that in some way or other deliberately set out to examine the distinctive perspectives of the female viewer. Matthew is joined by the critic Pamela Hutchinson and features music to films such Greta Gerwig's 'Little Women', 'Thelma and Louise', 'Desperately Seeking Susan', 'The Night Porter, 'Wonder Women', 'The Devil Wears Prada', 'The Piano' and the Classic Score of the Week, music by Michel Legrand for Agnes Varda's 'Cleo from 5 to 7'. We also hear music form the Celine Sciamma's new film 'Portrait of a Lady on Fire'.

durée : 00:04:26 - Pop N' Co - par : Rebecca Manzoni - Bande-son de 'Thelma et Louise', hymne féministe (et lesbien), tube parmi d'autres sur l'album 'Broken English', joyau de la new wave, la chanson "The Ballad of Lucy Jordan" de Marianne Faithfull méritait son épisode de Tubes N' Co. En 1979, Marianne, icône pop des années 1960 prend sa revanche sur la vie.