August 25th, 2008


"Children of the Night...Shut Up!"

I just watched Love at First Bite again for probably the millionth time, though it's been at least a decade since I last saw it. God, I love this movie! George Hamilton as the most suntanned Dracula you've ever seen, Arte "I was on every game show ever in the '70s" Johnson as Renfield, Susan Saint James as the world's least glamorous supermodel Cindy Sondheim, and the much missed Richard Benjamin (whatever happened to him?) as Dr. Jefferey Rosenberg-Van Helsing. Filled with tons of late '70s really lame racial jokes from the likes of The Jeffersons' Sherman Hemsley and Isabel Sanford, equally lame putdowns involving references to Fantasy Island, and even a disco dancing sequence, what's not love? Such cheesy goodness!

Michelle Obama at the Democratic National Convention

Personally, I think she knocked it out of the ballpark. It was clear to me that she -- and her brother, who introduced her -- isn't used to public speaking before eighty-kajillion people, but I think she did extremely well. A rousing, inclusive, populist speech -- those are always the best kind. It got even better when her daughters came on stage and they heard from Senator Obama via vid-phone, or whatever Arthur C. Clarke called them in 2001: A Space Odyssey. As Brian Williams put it on NBC, anyone who's ever had small children around live microphones was very familiar with the results!

But despite her excellent speech, in a way it was really Ted Kennedy's night -- or at least that's how the first night of the DNC will be remembered in years to come. The "liberal lion" looked pretty good for the hell he's going through, and his appearance at the podium, despite a speech that was a bit too focused on buzzwords and what we can call Kennedy Cliches, seemed to instantly energize the crowd. It remains to be seen, I guess, if it unified the crowd just as quickly.

Speaking of which, tomorrow night Senator Hillary Clinton speaks! (Also some other people, but let's face it, no one cares about them.) Then, on Wednesday, Bill Clinton gets shoved on stage sometime in the middle of the afternoon to ramble into the microphone about how the whole Jesse Jackson winning the South Carolina primary in 1988 thing was just him being an impartial political historian, despite the fact that his wife was running, and then he'll start sobbing and lamenting his lost legacy, and a kindly old custodian will walk up and gently escort him off stage.