At some point, I may write a longer post about this with all the things I’ve gone through this year. The short version is I have struggled with my weight my entire life and have sadly ignored health problems for so long that they became too terrible to ignore, so last Christmas I set out to lose weight and I did though I still have a lot to go. Healthwise, I’m sorry to say things aren’t looking great and I fear there may come a time when I won’t be able to entertain all 3.5 of you anymore but all I can say for now is I am taking things day by day and as far as I know, that won’t be today.
BQB here with a review of Netflix’s latest kids movie.
Leo, voiced by Adam Sandler in the guise of an elderly, grumpy old Jewish man in the form of a lizard, has lived the life of a classroom terrarium pet for over seven decades. He’s lived through quite a bit of history, albeit from the confines of a glass tank in the back of a room full of snotty, bratty little kids. Teachers have come and gone, passing him down from one generation to the next. He’s even seen tank roommates come and go. He currently rooms with Squirtle, a turtle voiced by perpetually pissed off Bostonian Bill Burr.
One fateful day, Leo learns a duo of sad facts that a) his species of lizard typically lives to age 75 and b) that he is 74. He becomes horribly depressed, fearing that he has wasted his life in a tank when he could have been outside, living it up in a swamp. He hopes to escape, and when a new grumpy substitute assigns the children to take the pets home for the weekend (past teachers did this dirty work), Leo sees these dumb kids as easily bamboozled, and he should be able to bust out into the great outdoors in no time.
Ah, but alas, trouble is afoot for the best laid plans of mice, men and lizards. As it turns out, kids were always able to hear Leo speak. He just never had any time alone with them in 74 years to find that out. And his many years of observing kids and all their problems has given him tremendous insight, thus each weekend, a new kid takes him home and by the end of the weekend, Leo has given the kid a dose of free psychiatry and told him or her everything they need to know to improve their little lives.
Plentiful escape opportunities abound, but Leo wrestles with his desire to be free vs. whether he might have found his true calling in whipping all these stupid little chump kids into shape. He does want to get out into the swamp and chase bugs, yet now that all the kids have come to know and love him, he fears they’ll be heartbroken if they look into the tank one day and find him gone. Decisions, decisions. What is a lizard to do?
STATUS: Shelf-worthy. All I can say is Disney needs to get its act together because even Netflix is getting into the kids’ movie game is this one is pretty solid.
Hold onto your giblets, 3.5 readers. BQB here with a review of what I think will be this year’s surprise hit.
I love it when I go into a film thinking it’s going to be total drek, only to come out pleasantly surprised.
“But BQB,” you might say. “Why would you go to a movie if you think it’s going to be drek in the first place?”
Simple answer. I was bored af.
IMO, the promos didn’t look good. A pilgrim chopping up the residents of Plymouth, MA, home of the first Thanksgiving dinner, with an axe? No thanks.
But it turns out this is one twisted, outrageous dark comedy, a satire that sends up everything we know and love about our favorite holiday dedicated to gluttony as well as the slasher genre itself. I can tell you on a personal level, I can’t remember the last time I sat in a theater and heard an audience laugh and gasp in terror so if you can get out to your local cinema, it’s worth it.
The story centers around a group of dopey teenagers who, on one fateful Thanksgiving night, stop by a big box Walmart type store to shop before they go to a movie. A Black Friday mob has assembled and as shoppers push and shove their way toward the front of the store, things get ugly. Alas, the kids engage in some childish antics that inspire a riotous stampede, though in their defense, they’re stupid kids and how could they have known? As you might expect, many a shopper is killed in the fracas, often in sad, silly, and OK, yes, hilarious ways. This is an Eli Roth picture and if you know his work then that’s all you need to know.
Flash forward a year later and the town of Plymouth is still recovering from the box store melee. Many residents lost a loved one. The high school kids are all depressed over what happened. But as the next Turkey Day approaches, some maniac in a John Carver mask (as in John Carver, the pilgrim and governor of the original Plymouth Colony but the name takes on a new meaning as the murderer is literally carving victims up with an ax) targets the kids, picking them off one by one. He even goes outside the group, hacking up any town resident who displayed bad behavior during the riot – i.e. an idiot who filmed the massacre on his cell phone and streamed it rather than help people, an evil lady who physically attacked people just to save a buck on a waffle iron and so on.
It’s up to the kids to solve the mystery as they run down a list of townsfolk, each with their own motive, each who lost something or someone to the box store riot a year earlier. Patrick Dempsey headlines an otherwise talented cast of unknown young up and comers, playing the town sheriff tasked with unmasking the axe wielding lunatic. Since it takes place in MA, you can imagine the Boston accents are laid on thick and heavy by most of the actors involved, Dempsey included.
STATUS: Shelf-worthy. It’s a surprise winner, in my book, bound to become a guilty pleasure people will break out every Thanksgiving. It’s funny. It’s original. Though it has a predominantly young cast of late teen, early-twenty somethings, it doesn’t get bogged down in PC wokesterism as so many flicks catered to that age group do. It knows it has one job – to make you laugh and make you disgusted. It does both well, though a word of warning, at times, it does the latter too well. Do keep in mind, the killer is quite literally turning his victims into his own personal Thanksgiving dinner, with all the gore that entails, so if you’re squeamish, this one probably isn’t for you.
BONUS POINTS: Gina Gershon has a great early cameo and I’m too lazy to surf around to find out who he is, but the kid who played the gun nut “McCarty,” who supplies the gang with all their weapons to fight the baddie was funny and is someone to watch.
BQB here with a review of the biopic of history’s most reviled short Frenchman.
It was a time when the French actually won wars and weren’t the cheese eating surrender monkeys you’ve come to know and love or chronically lampoon today. In the wake of the French revolution, where the rabble got way too guillotine happy and didn’t just guillotine the king and queen but also the king and queen’s friends, cousins, dog walkers, second cousins, pool boys, confidantes, and literally anyone who had ever sneezed in the same room for such was the hatred of the monarchy that they just lopped off the heads of anyone with even the most untenable six degrees of seperation to the monarchy, a power vacuum arises and Nappy Old Boy steps up to fill it.
Joaquin Phoenix plays Napoleon as an awkward nerd, a doofus obsessed with power but lacking the social skills to acquire it, relying on constant coaching from his mother and wife, Josephine (Vanessa Kirby) to drag his ass across the finish line. True enough, Nappy is a warrior through and through, a great strategist who knows how to kick ass, win battles, and conquer Europe, but he needs the ladies to teach him how to carry on with diplomacy and talking to heads of state and so forth. In Phoenix’s performance, we’re almost led to believe that Napoleon was somewhat of the Zuckerburg or Steve Jobs of his day, a true nerd’s nerd, brilliant but socially inept, full of great ideas but struggling to express those ideas, better at recruiting other geniuses and taking credit for their genius. Although make no mistake – he was a battlefield genius.
Vanessa Kirby steals the show as Josephine and this is arguably just as much her movie as it is Napoleon’s. The French power couple fall in love and theirs is a love that is equal parts nourishment and poison. They lift each other up – Napoleon pulls her out of low social status caused by her deceased cheating husband and years of false imprisonment from the revolution. Josephine quite literally bangs the self-confidence Napoleon needs to be a better ruler into him with her vagina. The whole thesis of the flick is literally that if Josephine had not been so good at banging, Napoleon would not have conquered Europe, so ladies, the next time you’re down on your husband for his lack of ambition, consider upping your sex game.
Alas, they hurt each other as well. Old Josie can’t go long without the wang and Nappy’s job takes him on long work trips, so she goes in search of said wang elsewhere, which causes Nappy great pain and sorrow. Meanwhile, Nappy wants an heir, not just for his personal ego but for the stability of Europe, and Josie’s old dried up cooch can’t produce one, so he casts her aside, even though to do so causes him further great sorrow. Theirs is a great love story of two people whose love was so strong that when it worked they caused each other great joy and when it didn’t they brough each other great misery. There wasn’t much of a middle ground.
Phoenix is great in this role, playing the fumbling nerd well. In one scene, he psyches himself out, preparing to deliver a clever, biting ultimatum to a rival king but once in his presence, the best he can do is shout, “You think you’re so great because you have boats!” and then storm off. I could see Phoenix getting noms, though he has won before.
Personally, I believe this will go down as Kirby’s big breakthrough role. She’s been piling up solid performances for years. You might know as one of the villains in the latest Mission Impossible flicks. She’s delightfully British in a playful sort of way. Not to be gauche but I added her to the top of my fap list awhile ago and soon she’ll be a household name as I’d be very surprised if she doesn’t take home an Oscar for playing the woman who humped Napoleon into emperordom.
The movie take a structure of Nappy’s greatest hits, so if you know the history, you might already know the story. A little more depth into his childhood, why he was such an awkard doofus and so on would have been nice. Josephine is also a prolific ho-bag and it would have been nice to explore what made her such a ho-bag. But the movie has a lot of ground to cover so it doesn’t get into the nitty gritty deets. Still a great flick.
STATUS: Shelf-worthy. I’d like to thank Hollywood for not effing this up. In recent months, I’ve lost faith in Hollywood. I’d been looking forward to this one, but I’ve looked forward to other movies, only to find them to be woke stinkburgers. I feared this would be the same. Perhaps Napoleon would be turned into a gay trans biracial lesbian fighting the patrarchical Wellington at Waterloo and I’d demand my money back. But nope. They played the history pretty straight.
Normally, I would say that prequels are the lowest form of content. The proprietors of an IP have mined a profitable idea for all it was worth and years later, decide there’s one last nugget of gold to grab in the form of a backstory about the hero’s second-cousin’s uncle’s sister’s former room mate’s podiatrist’s nephew’s dog walker’s brother-in-law’s harrowing adventure through taxidermy school. Don’t believe me? See the Many Saints of Newark for more information. Did we need a prequel movie about Tony Soprano’s uncle? No. We needed at least 5 more seasons of Tony Freakin’ Soprano.
But House of the Dragon turned out to be way more awesome than the last few seasons of the original Game of Thrones and knock me over with a feather, because I found this tale set long before the days of Katniss Everdeen to be quite intriguing, though the critics seem to be giving it mixed reviews.
As it turns out, the elderly villain of the original flicks, Coriolanus Snow, played opposite Jennifer Lawrence by Donald Sutherland, wasn’t always such a dick cheeseburger with extra turd fries. In his youth, he strived to be a good man with idealistic goals. This is the story of how the world, as it so often does, takes a young person with dreams of doing good, chews them up, and spits out a total asshole. (SIDENOTE: Hollywood, I’ve got a great screenplay about how I once dreamed of doing great things only to be chewed up and spit out by the world and became the proprietor of a blog that’s only read by 3.5 readers, if you’re interested.)
Tom Blyth plays said young a-hole, I assume because he bears a striking resemblance to a young Donald Sutherland. He plays it well, with Young Snow being a student at university in the Capitol that trains mentors to guide Hunger Games tributes, because in this world, that’s totally a thing.
The Snows once had a great reputation, thanks to father and war hero Crassus Snow, but since his death in battle, they’ve fallen on hard times and Corio hopes to put the clan back on top once again by rising through the ranks of dystopian government. He sees his tribute, Lucy Grey (Rachel Zegler), a young woman from the famed District 12 (home to arrow slinging Katniss!) as his ticket to the big time. And given her ability to sing so sweetly that she can even charm venomous snakes into submission (literally), he might have a shot at moving up in the world.
But alas, we’re in the Hunger Games, and treachery ensues. Corio faces treachery from all sides, from classmates, to a conniving professor (Peter Dinklage) and must even cross beloved friends just to stay alive. Eventually, as oft happens to most aspiring politicians, he loses sight of the good he hoped to achieve, and his life just becomes all about kept his head above water in the sea of assholes he dove into on purpose.
This is the first performance I’ve seen by Rachel Zegler, she who has been panned greatly by Internet dweebs for claiming her turn in the upcoming reboot of Snow White would see Old Snowy as a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need dwarves or a prince and while I agree with the criticism about changing Snow White’s source material, I have to say I found her quite charming in this and disagree with the trolls who claim she’s literally worse than Hitler. Fun fact: to date, no one has ever literally been worse than Hitler. Some have come close, like Stalin and Pol Pot and Mao but no one has beaten Hitler yet in terms of evil and so I don’t think the girl who wants Snow White to be a bra burning feminist even lands in the same ball park or same series of ball parks or even the same time zone of ball parks as Hitler.
These Dads are freakin’ old, 3.5 readers. BQB here with a review.
Ah, Bill Burr. He’s the only comedian out there taking on the veritable treasure trove of comedic material that is wokeness and making a fortune doing it. Surprisingly, Netflix, the champion streaming service of wokeness, allows him to do it because they know a cash cow when they see one.
If you’re a fan of BB’s comedy, you know he became a dad late in life at age 50 and suffered culture shock when he found non-stop, daily disagreement with the much younger generation of moms and dads of the friends of his kid. This is bound to happen. Millenials parent one way and Gen X? Another way entirely.
Well, Bill finally got around to making a movie about it. Here, he stars with two other old dads, played by Bobby Cannavale and Bokeem Woodbine, the trio of BFFS all had kids late in life and all must now circumnavigate a strange new world of parenting that includes talking about feelings and emotions and being non-judgmental when damn it, the old dads never met a problem that walking it off and rubbing some dirt on it can’t cure.
NOT TO GIVE AWAY A SPOILER, but the funniest scene, IMO is when Bill’s character, Jack, calls an obnoxious school principal a (brace yourself) CUNT! after she rags on him incessantly for picking up his son late. Truth be told, the principal’s rant was a bit much, but Bill’s use of the c-word was like dropping an atomic bomb to kill a fruit fly.
This is a mere set up the for the humor that comes next. At the urging of his wife, Leah (fans of the League will be happy to see Katie Asleton back in action), Bill arrives at the school, hat in hand to give an apology, only to be force to not only apologize to the principal, but to his surprise, an assembly of 50 parents and students called in, each with their grievance about the comment, most of whom were not present when the word was dropped. “I’m sorry I said this in front of 6 of you and that those 6 then when on to tell fifty,” Bill says.
I admit the older I get, the more I feel like an alien in the modern world. Sometimes there are improvements that I think were a long time coming. Sometimes there are nonsense trivialities that make me think we are a nation of crybabies that will be easily invaded and conquered any day now. The answer seems to be for generations to stick to their own peers when it comes to socializing, but when you’re a 50 year old dad, you have no choice but to spend time with the 20 and 30 something year old parents who think words are violence, microaggressions can make you worse than Hitler and all offenses must be mediated on twitter.
STATUS: Shelf-worthy. Double spoiler – there’s a scene where Bill and the boys are talking about hot chicks and one of their younger dad peers is disgusted by the objectification of women and I hate to say it but its been forever since I’ve been able to converse with dudes about hot chicks because even men my age have bought into this. What has life come to if we can’t talk about hot chicks? Sad! Sad, I say!
Hollywood ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, 3.5 readers.
BQB here with a review of Hulu’s latest comedy.
You might know Charlie Day as the loveable janitor on It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Here, he breaks out in a movie of his very own, and becomes a veritable Charlie Chaplin, bringing a modern take to vaudeville schtick.
Day plays a helpless, homeless, mute mental patient, dumped into the middle of LA by an overburdened mental facility that doesn’t have the funding to take care of him anymore. He’s instantly snatched up by movie producer Ray Liotta (one of his last roles and it’s so sad to see him so full of life only to realize, well, that he no longer is). Liotta’s Western film is struggling due to a troublesome actor who bears a striking resemblance to Day’s mental patient, but who simply won’t cooperate.
Said mental patient is accidentally named Latte Pronto, due to a mixup with a coffee order, and through a series of comedic misunderstandings, he goes down the rabbit hole of super stardom, never saying a word, never doing anything of any importance really, just lucking out as he happens to be in the right place at the right time each step of the way, getting ushered from one opportunity to the next from a cavalcade of all-star cameos, from his energy drink addicted down and out publicist Ken Jeong, to his fast talking agent Edie Falco (perhaps her best role since the Sopranos), to his whirlwind tabloid marriage to a famous actress (Kate Beckinsale) to a foray into politics aided by John Malkovich.
Aided by the various cast members of the Always Sunny gang, Latte achieves great fame and glory with all its ups and downs, but like iron pyrite, discovers that Tinseltown is only a paradise for fools.
As a comedy fan, I enjoyed this flick because it had plenty of classic jokes that were just there for the sake of comedy. No lessons or story behind them, nothing of real value, just there for a setup and a punchline. The downside is that while I appreciated all the gags, none of them were real gutbusters. I never really openly guffawed, just a mild smirk here and there. Day’s overall premise is that fame boils down to being in the right place at the right time and any fool can do it, even a bumbling idiot mental patient with nothing to say…so I don’t know if that means if all of us nobodies should be happy that we avoided such a silly business or mad that we didn’t get our piece of the action if getting it is so easy? (The title of the film would suggest the former, though I assume Day is happy with his lot in life.)
BQB here with a review of the latest Marty Scorcese epic.
It’s the early 1900s and the people of the Osage nation in Oklahoma have become absurdly rich, for oil has been found on their land, and plenty of it. The white man has been hoisted on his petard, for the land the Osage were ordered to remain confined to turned out to be lousy with black gold and well, the white man being the white man, will no doubt want to get his hands on it.
Osage starts out as a rare place in the early 1900s where white people are the servants and people of color call the shots. One such menial laborer is Ernest Burkhardt (Leonardo DiCaprio, a longtime Scorcese collab), snags a job as a driver for wealthy Native American oil land owner Mollie. Before long the two hit it off and are married.
But what starts as a romance turns into horror as Ernest’s uncle William King Hale (Robert Deniro proving he still has it well into his old age, playing a rather menacing, yet two timing, conniving character) convinces his nephew to participate in a series of murders of Mollie’s family members, all in the name of securing rights to the oil land. Mollie, plagued by illness, is a formidable foe as she investigates te murders while her body is ravaged by diabetes, going all the way to Washington to plead with President Coolidge for resources to investigate the murders, never suspecting until its too late her hubby and uncle in law are the ne’er-do-wells. Her lobbying efforts would go on to become a reason why the FBI was eventually founded.
Overall, its a good film and definitely the first Oscar bait of the season. My only complaint is that at nearly 4 hours long (you read that right, a surprising nearly 4 hours long!) I began to wish that Ernest would plot to have me wacked just so I could go home and get some sleep. I get it. It’s an important story of racial injustice that needed to be told, but it really could have been told in 2, 2 and a half tops and after awhile there was just a lot of redundancy and stuff that could have been cut out. Maybe Marty is getting up there in years and lacks a heavy hand in the editing room.
I have no idea why I keep falling for this drek, 3.5 readers. Once upon a time, there were franchises I could always count on for a good time. Fast and Furious was one of them until they let me down in May with their latest monstrosity that they owe the fans an apology and a refund for.
But the Expendables? Nah. No way Stallone would ever do us dirty, right? RIGHT?
Wrong.
But let’s back up.
Schwarzenegger and Stallone were the top action stars of the 80s, even into the early 90s. Alas, Arnie made the mistake of running for govanator of Cal-ee-forn-ya in the oughts, which I say was a mistake because he wasn’t that much of a governor and he missed out on his chance to rebrand himself as an actor and take on roles where he plays older, wiser, mentor types. Maybe even bring some of his old properties back for one last ride.
Stallone has managed to do that with style. In the past 20 years he’s given us a couple of fairly decent Rambo sequels, as well as some great Rocky sequels. But arguably his best contribution was the Expendables, a trio of action films that served as love letters to the 1980s action flicks that made him famous, the ones that former 80s kids like this writer loves.
And while many moves lamely patch themselves together with pathetic, tired cameos, the Expendables excelled at cameo fan service, giving action stars of yesteryear huge roles with plenty of room to strut their stuff for the fans who have missed them oh so long. Past outings have seen Chuck Norris, Jean Claude Van Damme, Bruce Willis, AH-nold, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Harrison Ford, well, basically anyone who has ever fired a gun in a movie before has been in one of these films and given plenty of time to shine. Not just a silly walk on but time to shine.
Were these flicks low on plot? Sure, but they still had a fun, rudimentary plot. Despite a huge ensemble cavalcade of characters, everyone had something important to do for at least a few minutes. It was a rockin good time.
Now comes this mess. My first complaint is a big one. Stallone is barely in it and he’s really the main reason you’d see it in the first place. Talk about a bait and switch. It’s like being sold a ferrari only to drive it home and find out it was a bunch of cardboard prosthetics propped up and painted around a 1977 Gremlin. I really am getting sick and tired of these movies that look good in the promos only to disappoint on screen but I wonder how many times I’ll fall for it before I stop bothering to buy a ticket altogether.
Stallone’s number 2 man, Lloyd Chrismas (Jason Statham) takes the lead, avenging the death of Stallone’s character Barney Ross against a pretty insignificant villain. Past flicks gave us action film stars like Van Damme and Mel Gibson chewing up the scenery while the baddie is rudimentary. Someting bad happened years ago and there’s a secret bad guy and you know what its all so stupid it’s not worth your time.
Megan Fox gets a big part and her hotness defies logic as well as my pants but even she can’t save this stink fest. 50 Cent stops by but even if he were an entire dollar he couldn’t do much.
Missing in action are Expendable standards Terry Crews (Hail Caesar) and Jet Li. No explanation given. I assume they just read the script and there wasn’t enough money to convince them to debase themselves. I wish Stallone and Statham felt the same way. Especially Stallone. I mean, come on man. You slap your name and face on this, your fans come out thinking it’s going to be a winner only for it to be a loser cash grab? That sucks.
I don’t really understand the fizzle. Surely there are plenty of action stars who want five minutes to ride again. Or maybe this franchise already gave them that. And if they’re all too costly, then don’t ruin the franchise with a lousy flick.
STATUS: Not Shelfworthy. At some point, doesn’t Hollywood owe us a duty to not make shitty movies? Shouldn’t all these people look at this script and say this really blows and we aren’t going to hoodwink fans who loved the past three into thinking 4 is going to be equally great? So tired of this.
Paul Reubens/Pee Wee Herman died recently. For Generation X, he was like a zanier version of Mr. Rogers. It was quite a blow because I didn’t realize he was that old, but I suppose if you do the math, it adds up.
Some thoughts:
#1 – I rewatched Pee Wee’s Big Adventure and it amazes me how many phrases this movie coined that people used all the way up to the early 2000s. “I know you are but what am I.” “Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.” “That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.” “That’s so funny I forgot to laugh.” There are more I’m forgetting, but I know well into adulthood, whenever I was on the phone and people were talking, and if it was a light enough situation I’d do the Pee Wee voice and say, “I’m trying to use the phone!”
#2 – Pee Wee gave Tim Burton his big break. We wouldn’t have Beetlejuice, Batman, etc. without PeeWee.
#3 – I spent my whole life telling myself I can’t do this. I can’t do that. Then here is this guy who made millions pretending to be a hilarious man child character.
#4 – I’m torn on his early 1990s career ending arrest. On the one hand, there are celebs like Weinstein who did way worse and stayed in their jobs way longer. On the other hand, I remember even as a kid thinking that when you’re a popular children’s entertainer making millions, you’d think your number one priority would be to stay out of the porno theater. Even by early 1990s standards, porno theaters were very outdated. Why Paul didn’t just use his PeeWee money to buy himself a big screen TV and a vcr and a box of porno tapes and wank in the privacy of his own home is beyond me, unless doing it in public was part of the thrill. I don’t want to speculate but I wish he’d kept it at home because he was popular and really beloved by everyone – all races, colors, creeds, young and old – he could have gone one and done that Pee Wee schtick for a few more decades if he’d watched his porn at home. Honestly, I think by 2000, if he trotted PeeWee back out in some other format, we would have forgiven him.
#5 – There are old clips where PeeWee was a guest on Letterman and guest hosted for Joan Rivers and crushed it, such that I think he really could have killed doing his own late night talk show as PeeWee if he wanted to. He was just very quick and sharp, always stayed in character and thought of quips and one liners and delivered them as PeeWee that had his celebrity guests rolling with laughter. If he’d been up for it, I think he could have done that in the 2000s or early 2010s.
#6 – Pee Wee’s Big Adventure is the only PG rated movie I can think of that has gut busting laughs. Usually you need the R rating. Maybe a better film buff can point to another PG film I’m forgetting but this stands out in a crowd as a family friendly movie that will leave you rolling over with split sides.
Those are all my PeeWee thoughts. I’m sad he has passed on. I never thought about it while he was alive other than when you think about what he did – that when he was young, he was an aspiring actor and comedian who tried and tried and went to auditions and got passed over and almost got on SNL but got passed over and came close to giving up and then invented a character and put all his money into renting out a theater and doing his own PeeWee show and audiences loved it and word spread and finally he found his path to stardom, it’s really inspirational.
I don’t say this often because sad that I am to see celebrities go, but I love you, PeeWee. You seem like you were a really weird guy who could have just as easily allowed the world to put you on the sidelines as often happens to weird guys, but you fought, and you fought, and you tried, and you tried, and like the human whack-a-mole that you were, whenever the entertainment industry bonked you with its hammer, you kept popping back up until you got to big to whack. Rest in PeeWee Power.
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