Fifties film siren Mamie Van Doren, who just turned 86 years old, blasted the late Bob Hope on FB today, calling him out for taking money in exchange for his tours of war zones, and then never really touring the hot spots like some of his invited entertainers did.
(Image via Facebook)
She also entertainingly posted the pic at the top of this post, zapping him for his ... persistence.
FYI, this is what Mamie looks like TODAY, in her mid-80s:
Carleton Carpenter in fall 2012 (Image by Matthew Rettenmund)
“You know, you and I are gonna be singin' 'Aba Daba Honeymoon' when we're both a hundred years old!”
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So said the late, great Debbie Reynolds to her duet partner and movie co-star Carleton Carpenter over 60 years ago, and while their final performance of the tune together was in 2012 (when she was 80 and he 86), she was right in that their indelible rendition of that old chestnut in the 1950 film Two Weeks with Love was prominently mentioned in every one of Debbie's adoring obituaries. That unforgettable performance only happened thanks to the ingenuity of “Carp,” who recalls duping his boss into thinking it had been his own idea.
Last Live Perf of “Aba Daba Honeymoon” at 5:21:
“That was a whole big ruse,” the 90-year-old actor recalls in a phone interview from his Warwick, New York, home. “I found that sheet music in a pile on top of a piano on the set of the movie, dug that out and thought it would be fun. I put that sheet of music back underneath the whole pile with a little corner hanging out and I waited about two and a half days until Jack Cummings, who was the producer, was on his way in. I got Deb over and I pulled this out and there was someone playing the piano there and I said, 'Don’t bother with any of the beginning stuff, just start here,' and we jabbered away. He came in and walked over to where we were singing and he said, 'You know —' it was hard to keep a straight face! — 'That would be a good number for the two of you…' And I said with the straightest face ever, 'Reallllly?' The rest is history.”
Carpenter & Reynolds performing “Aba Daba Honeymoon” at a Busby Berkeley Thalians tribute in 1971
Carpenter, not a household name except in the households of true cinephiles, has nonetheless made history more than once in his 70-plus-year career, starting with the unprecedented chart success of “Aba Daba Honeymoon” and continuing with his work in early TV, spectacular runs on Broadway and Off- (he took over the lead in the original production of The Boys in the Band), his nonchalant handling of his bisexuality and, now, the publication of his detail-packed memoir, The Absolute Joy of Work: From Vermont to Broadway, Hollywood and Damn Near 'Round the World (BearManor Media, $24.95).
With typical humility, Carpenter chalks up his success to luck and pursuing an acting career with the naïveté of a kid from Vermont who showed up in Times Square 100% convinced he was right for the part — any part, some part.
He says he got his first Broadway show, Bright Boy, fresh off the bus one frigid January in 1944 at age 17. He picked up Actor's Cues for a nickel, went somewhere to grab a bite and found his calling. “They were looking for 17-to-20-year-old guys for a play and I thought, 'I’ll just go get that after lunch.' I got over there and they said it was on the top floor and when I got up there, you heard them rumble from the room and the door opened and the guy was leading somebody out the door and I was there and he said, 'You’re too old!' and took the other actor down. A guy sitting there grabbed the bottom of my heavy winter coat and said, 'They told me the same thing six months ago… and I’m still reading for the part!'”
Carpenter & Michael Dreyfus in Bright Boy (Image via Carleton Carpenter)
That did it. “Off came the coat and I scrunched down behind several people and smoked three or four cigarettes and probably 35 or 40 minutes later the same guy with the slate board in his hand came over and said, 'Hey, you’re next.' I went in and read five different parts and they gave me the show and told me to go into the other room and read it, so I did. Then they told me they wanted me in the show, but they didn’t know what part, and could I come in the next morning? I left and was practically on top of Grand Central, so I picked up my bag and headed for my mother’s second cousin’s place. He asked me how I did and I said, 'I think I have a show.' He said, 'That’s nice.'”
I honestly do not believe there is hope for America after Trump's ascendance to the throne. He is chipping away at the country's already shaky trust in the media, and I do not believe that is something that can be recovered. His goons will believe anything. I believe he is highly beatable in four years, but not sure he'll last, and yet I don't think it matters — he has already destroyed any concept of the office as anything good, noble and decent, and will have utterly destroyed too many people's faith in what's real and what's fake.
For the record: He's fake. Take me to the camps first.
Killian James, a great-looking porn actor who began his career in 2013 and retired in 2016 in a cloud of controversy over allegedly drug-fueled Twitter wars, racial slurs and feuds, was reported to have died yesterday — but it may turn out that he is very much alive.
Str8UpGayPorn (Work Unfriendly) reported that Ian Greene, a friend of Killian's and a fellow performer, tweeted his grief over the death, which he found out about scond-hand; there was therefore no confirmation that Killian was deceased, as the site duly noted.
Later, Greene retweeted an image purporting to show James texting with a friend about the news, and mocking Greene for tweeting it:
Greene was not happy:
I'm so sorry guys I'm glad to hear KIllian is alive but he's dead to me now. #gethelp
Sorry if it sounds harsh, but reading unbearably pompous gay writer Chadwick Moore's eye-rolling story of being oh-so-very upset that his gay friends have turned on him now that he is a right-winger who thinks businesses should have a right to discriminate against us, I couldn't help but focus on his odd neediness to impress and bond with his conservative father.
Just suck his dick and get it over with already, bro.
Oh, wait, that's right, we lefties are mean girls, so if we say anything mean, we're in a bubble. Unlike Ann Coulter, who Moore —in his coming-out — notes is witty and smart.
Moore's a total hypocrite for whining about mean libs. He interviewed the — I can assure you, extremely warm and genuine — Nick Jonas for Out, then later excoriated Jonas for having the balls to speak out on behalf of LGBTQ rights. He told Nick to fuck off on Twitter, and wrote an absolute rant on Facebook that he has since gutlessly deleted.
Moore's writing is also a slog — filled with a holier-than-thou vibe and riddled with devil's advocacy (he was the devil all along, not just his advocate), so it's completely unsurprising that he would declare he is a conservative. The only shocker is that he claims he voted for Hillary, which is not exactly believable since in the same piece he says he and his beloved dad spent hours bonding over “the ridiculousness of lefties.”
The ridiculousness of lefties? Let's review:
Yeah, spare me your high-grounded reasonableness, Chadwick.
I commend Chadwick's best friend, who dropped him like a hot sack of shit over his right-wing conversion. This is not about incuriousness and not tolerating free speech, this is about a gay man, writing for a magazine with the title of OUT (hope they use him Chadwick Less) who now believes that businesses in the U.S. should be allowed to discriminate against gay people.
Moore has written that he doesn't want to be tolerated, he wants to be loved or hated. That says everything about his character, and his attention-whoring. (Also: Put me down for hate.)
In his anti-Nick Jonas FB post that Moore scotched, he wrote:
And I keep wondering, to my sisters and brothers--when will the mothership return for us? This planet doesn’t deserve us. Maybe it’s time we check out.
You are not our brother, nor our sister; you are an embarrassment whose lack of self-esteem is worn as the opposite, so ... you first. Bye-eee.