MY VENT ON MEDIA by Frank Palmcoast

When he's not watching, with beads of sweat, his fellow, legally blind, senior citizens parallel park, Frank Palmcoast is catching seven dollar movies at the local multiplex from sunny Pompano Beach, Florida. He's retired, he's angry at the world, he can't spell to save his life, and he hates Hollywood almost as much as Hilary Clinton, but that will not stop our irreverent, dementia fightin', AARP card carrying everyman from giving us a fresh take on all things Hollyweird. Besides, how can he pass up that marvelous senior citizen discount?

Frank is not only pissed at Hollyweird, he's missed at media in general ....

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I not only feel that it is my duty but my obligation to vent not only on film but all media. The year's end is a time of traditional media happenings: For example, upon tearing away the last page of the calender, the producers use this excuse to recycle hours upon hours of video footage on the pretense that us viewers need to relive the past 365 days and for every minute shown, a minute of advertising? Then theres the matter of reminding us of all who died in the past year! This past year has seen much discrediting of Hollywoods protesting of everything. Hollyweird wants everyone to think and act like Barbara Streisand but their efforts seam to be faltering. Americans may not be keen on the Iraq war but they appear even less keen on hearing Hollywood's opinion on it. Movie's like Lion's for Lambs and Redacted failed miserably, especially the latter which grossed a paltry $65,000. When Anna Nicole Smith died I thought the world would see less of bimboism but then Britney Spears and now her sister
gained such fame and Britney lost custody of her children. Even Oj Simpson
didn't lose custody of his children. Well for now, as we say in the business, that's a rap!