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    Friday, August 31, 2007

    Miscellaneous: The August Stuff-I-Didn’t-Get-To Post

    Forever Cool, Dean Martin. Enough with the albums where dead singers “duet” with contemporary artists. Dino did more than enough entertaining when he was with us. Let the man rest in peace. That said, at least this album includes some of Dean’s in-studio banter and revives the movie theme “Who’s Got The Action?,” performed here with Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. Robbie Williams again shows he knows his way around a standard. And Kevin Spacey earns points for chutzpah – or something – for singing with Dino as Dino.

    Stalin’s Ghost, by Martin Cruz Smith. I never miss an Arkady Renko book. In this latest outing, the good-hearted Russian detective is assigned to investigate subway sightings of the title specter only to find himself drawn into post-Soviet politics and the repercussions of Chechnya.

    Ask The Dust. Colin Farrell is terrific in Robert Towne’s adaptation of the John Fante novel. The bantam rooster strut, the self-doubt expressed as hostility; I actually believed I was watching a struggling writer in 1930s Los Angeles. The movie never fully escapes its literary origins, but that’s part of what makes it interesting. Also excellent: the letters Farrell’s character receives from his mentor H. L. Mencken, read in the vinegary rasp of film critic Richard Schickel.

    This Is Tom Jones. No sooner had I picked up the first disc in this series of variety shows than Tony Kay recapped ‘em all, proving great minds really do think alike. The women’s lib sketches with Anne Bancroft alone make this worth a rental. I was struck by how much the 1969 Tom Jones looked like one of those deadly clotheshorse thugs that turn up in U.K. gangster films like Get Carter and The Long Good Friday. Time-Life should have done a better job of editing the shows. It’s not nice to promise Joey Heatherton and then not deliver. Not nice at all. So here’s Joey doing her all to sell mattresses.

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    5 Comments:

    This will destroy whatever street cred I had left, but I've always preferred Dino to Sinatra. Both singing and acting.

     

    I think that Ask The Dust is a totally "overlooked" little gem of a film. I really enjoyed it.. and liked the chemistry between Colin and Salma. Too bad that more people didn't see it.

     

    You've still got cred with me, Bill. Sinatra may be the better singer, but I'll always go with Dean first.

     

    Vince (and Bill!), I'll third the motion of Dino-over-Sinatra (and what's more, the wife's got my/our backs on this, too!). Frank may have been the stylistic pioneer, but could he really caress a standard the way Dean could? I say nay.

     

    You guys are all nuts. Hey, I like Dean too, but Sinatra was the premier interpreter of the 20th century standard. Plus he could swing too. You think all those girls were swooning over nothing? That creamy voice. That impeccable phrasing. The man had it all. Dean is great but Frank will always be number one.

     

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