Yes, Max, the old axiom of celebrity deaths happening in threes rings true yet again.
Legendary director and screenwriter Billy Wilder died last night at the ripe old age of 95. His movies include four of my all-time favorites: Double Indemnity, Sunset Boulevard, Some Like It Hot, and The Apartment (all four of which were included in both the American Film Institute’s Top 100 American Films of all time and the now-defunct Mr. Showbiz’s Top 100 movies of all time). He won 6 Oscars, was nominated 21 times, and was awarded the Irving G. Thalberg Memorial Award in 1988.
(Interesting bit of trivia I just discovered at imdb.com: Wilder wanted to come out of retirement in 1993 to direct Schindler’s List, but Steven Spielberg preferred directing it himself. Wilder was quoted as saying it would have become his most personal film.)
And while I’m at it, Max, thanks for the help on my diet. Your entry today hinting at the mental image of Harry Knowles performing cunnilingus did wonders for my appetite suppression. (But you have to check out the AICN reader responses to Harry’s review … some of them are priceless!)
Actually, my problem with the review was that the film director was doing the cunnlingus on the members of the audience, including presumably his “brother” Harry.
And by the way, can you totally tell from this review that Harry has never gotten laid in his entire life?
Fuck. I love Billy Wilder movies, too.
AAAAAGH! Ron! When you put “Harry Knowles” and “cunnilingus” in the same sentence, it makes it that much more vivid. That face! That monstrous, three-mile-wide face! Uh-oh…Here comes my breakfast!
(And like Bill says, I think that the horrifically unwieldy deployment of the metaphor proves nothing more than Harry’s continuing membership in the “Virgin for Life” club.)
Whaddya wanna bet some skanky producers have, ahem, “performed” with Harry in order to get rave reviews? Ew ew ew!