Keeper of the Clown Bell

When I was a boy my parents took me to the Uptown theater in Washington, DC to see Stanley Kubrick's sci-fi masterpiece, "2001: A Space Odyssey," in all its 70mm glory and while I don't remember much from my pre-teen youth I do remember this spectacle. The America of 1968 was just starting to chase the LBJ Great Society pipe dream and the near future envisioned by Arther C. Clark and Kubrick had not yet taken it's  50 Years of Failure  detour so the fantasy of orbiting space stations and expansive moon colonies seemed achievable. In fact, a young boy of today watching this movie might rightly ask, "why don't we have these things? Shouldn't I be living in a Moon base? What happened to this future I was meant to inhabit?" There's an answer for those questions and it's shown in the film's opening "Dawn Of Man" sequence when the circle of monkey-men huddled around a watering pool get beaten and run-off by a competing clan of mon...

  Longtime readers of the KOTCB blog will know that Rob "Meathead" Reiner has a lifetime pass on Clown Bell ringing due to his 1984 film "This Is Spinal Tap" which remains one of the most based and high-handed spankings ever delivered to Hollywood, celebrity culture and the "liberal" ethos (such as it is) in these United States of America. It matters not a whit that this  evisceration of America's post-1973 corps was performed by comedic thespians possessed by the spirit of the times in an effort to ridicule the Anglo-Saxon, high testosterone, white supremacy of Heavy Metal Rock 'n Roll. This Mockumentary depicts the cultural revolution of "The 60's" and its degenerate 1970's aftermath with more unfiltered authenticity than reality itself. The unintended consequence of creating a work of art that gets interpreted by the audience in ways that the artist couldn't conceive of during production is a recurring source of merriment f...

It was a lazy, hot July afternoon and I'm lounging with my son in the man cave watching the FIFA Club World Cup final at MetLife Stadium in New Jersey just shocked by the way Chelsea is dominating PSG. Not what we expected but... I can't say we were feeling bad about the halftime score as we discussed first half plays and various strategies for the second half while ignoring Doja Cat and other misfits perform satanic rituals during the   "Global Citizen" halftime show . Just another sportsball diversion with the usual fake enthusiasm and cultural wasteland pomp we've all grown accustomed to when, to our surprise, a diminutive and deformed   Emmanuel Kelly took to the stage and busted out the opening lines of Coldplay's kindergarten carol “A Sky Full of Stars.” Laughter filled the room at the site of this Iraqi troll, deformed by chemical warfare and abandoned in a box, now temporarily fronting an English pop band at an international spectacle seen by millions....

It's been 10 years since The Elvis From Queens glided down the Golden Escalator at Trump Tower with the beautiful Melania on his arm and promised to Make America Great Again by building a big, beautiful wall, renegotiating trade deals and mercilessly attacking the "all talk, no action" political establishment. I wasn't paying attention to him because, as anyone who knows anything knew at the time, there wasn't a snowballs chance in hell that DJT would get elected as the President of the United States of America. Seriously, I mean, c'mon man, I'm thinking that even Trump can't fight, fight, fight his way through the crowded GOP field of candidates and pull the sword from the stone to claim the throne. I'm especially skeptical that the vulgarian who built a monstrous tower on 5th Ave., converted the Post estate in PB into a club for "black balled" rejects and performed as a thespian on a weekly television show (a show that I, as a cultural...

In 1975, nostalgia was a powerful cultural force in the Techno-Fascist Imperium, with movies and TV shows tapping into America’s longing for a time before the JFK coup d'état, Great Society Cultural Revolution and Watergate-era bloodless coup. Though the KOTCB pegs the year 1973 as the start of 50 years of failure (see disposable butane lighter) there is a strong argument that '75 was the cultural nadir of America and we've been climbing our way out of the psychological abyss for the past 18,250 days. The 50's were very popular in the mid-70's zeitgeist with ShaNaNa on the radio, "Grease" on Broadway and "Happy Days" on TV painting an idealized picture of All-American innocence. As for the cinema, which is the primary focus of this blog bost, the output from Hollywood was very au courant. The Oscar best picture contenders were "One Flew Over The Coockoo's Nest" (winner), "Barry Lyndon," "Dog Day Afternoon," ...

The long MAGA march through American history began on January 22, 2015 when JEB! travelled to Mitt Romney's Salt Lake City home for  a cordial discussion  about the 2016 presidential campaign and Willard was told to back off and wrap his mind around the VP slot ( maybe ). Imagine how Mittens felt during the summer and fall of that year watching John Ellis Bush ("please clap") screw the GOP primary pooch so awkwardly that even with his daddy's Deep State operatives running the campaign the Yankee Floridian could not close on the nomination. With $100 Million in his chinos pocket to squander on advertising by political consultants and endorsements from a long list of politicians and military leaders JEB! was the anointed Republican "leader" and his other primary opponents (except for one) were auditioning for a cabinet secretary role. Poor Mittens watched from the sidelines, swallowing his Mormon pride, while the neocon DEI loving hire got his ever-loving pans...