Friday, September 4, 2009


Stuff about Michael Jackson has been on television for the last two months, reaching a crescendo yesterday when they finally buried him.

The news has been full of that man who kindapped a ten year old and raped her for eighteen years. Two solid weeks of sordidity.

So this past week, the local public televion station broadcast the 1962 version of Lolita, starring James Mason, Shelley Winters, Peter Sellers and Sue Lyon.

Perhaps after all the bad press, they decided that society needed a refresher course on how pedophilia is really supposed to be done. Or maybe they simply wanted to show the classy upscale version. Tweedy intellectuals seduce teenagers so much better, yes?


Humbert! Humbert! Humbert! Humbert! Humbert! Humbert! Humbert!

Sue Lyon does NOT look like a twelve year old. Not unless bovine growth hormone was all over the dairy industry back in the sixties.
Humbert Humbert dithers and waffles, no guts whatsoever. Clare Quilty (Peter Sellers) is an extremely irritating man, you wish Humbert would just shoot him at the beginning, but nO!!!!!! he just allows the idiot to talk and talk and talk! Shelley Winters is a cow.
Lolita is a chip-eating coke drinking round bottomed slut. And there is no sex in the movie.

It's not very realistic.

But it is very entertaining.
I'm gonna read the book next.


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