Circumstantial flummery from a would-be spoonbean hustler.

Never to see the light of day

Sat down Sunday morning to read, watch and review and had a nice chunk of text written up about Anthony Mann’s “The Tin Star” starring Henry Fonda and Anthony Perkins. It’s a cool little western with some good story chops and plenty of cultural context to chew on given the year it came out. Then the damn computer restarted itself and all was lost.

Guess I’ll just have to watch it and blog it up again.

In the meantime, there’s been a list of deviant specs running through my head. A confession of crimes, if you will. This will be the only time I’ll publicly acknowledge them:

    1. Dr. Gregory House and Adrian Monk cross paths at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital and they proceed to run amok and solve a decades old medical mystery that turns out to be straight homicide. 50s-era fantasy flashbacks abound.
    2. Det. Louie Provenza and Det. John Munch meet in Las Vegas for hangover hijinks amid a Ocean’s 11-style casino robbery. Special guest appearance: Jim Rockford’s answering machine.
    3. Once Upon a Time: Westeros. I don’t know, just get Robert Carlyle involved with GoT somehow.
    4. The Thick of It/Veep/House of Cards crossover event of the century. After a series of coordinated US and UK terrorists attacks, Malcolm Tucker and newly minted bumbling PM Nicola Murray, face off against Pres. Frank Underwood and VP Selena Meyer. Malcolm and Frank are preoccupied with ripping each other’s throats out in the most public manner possible, while Selena and Nicola commiserate over their storied histories of failure and brownies. Frank manages to main Malcolm resulting in an emergency spleen-ectomy, Malcolm bites Frank’s Sentinel Class Ring finger off. A nuke is launched by accident and millions die.