Awright! Back to work. Next: someone named Jean-Pierre Brown... nope. Just an actor. See, prison pictures or hostage pictures like Kings and Desperate Men that take place in one room can be a logistical dream come true for filmmakers... it just might not make for compelling cinema. Next: Jeanette Schiller Brown... nah, just a writer. But, hey, I'm always glad to help get the word out. Up next: Jeannine Brown. Beloved TV actress who just had to do that one R-rated theatrical release directed by Menahem Golan. To be fair, it was a different era, and... hmm! It's the Bangles' mom on screenwriting duty! Small world. She's a sweetie pie. Next: Jeb Brown, actor and one-time stuntman. Well, it's the new path to directing: just ask David Leitch! Oh, but is Corey Yuen chopped liver? And where's his Matrix credit? ...strange. Shows you what I know. He's really, really not there.
Whelp, can't deny it any longer. Time to move on to James Bridges, which gives me an opportunity to ask my famous, semi-patented question: what do this James Bridges, this James Bridges, and this James Bridges all have in common? Yes! They're all the same person! Well, hey, if you've been anywhere near a KISS concert... heck, you'd probably need more than just three IMDb entries, am I right? Awright, back to work. Nope, nope, nope, nope, double threat, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope... but those last two might be the same guy.
Whew! Well, I don't know about you, but I'm tired. Not that I'm going to turn on the radio, mind you, but I am growing tired of all this visual, at least for today.
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