Continuing my columns on my recent trip to Los Angeles, this column focuses mostly on art, culture, movies and my visit to Hollywood.
Such As The Secret Service Perhaps?
Walking around Chinatown I saw some posters pasted up on some walls and traffic control boxes advertising a 'new comedy' entitled 'I'm Gonna Kill the President! A Federal Offense.' The names of the company putting on the show and its author were 'blacked out,' but a toll-free number was included so people could call for more info.
They Could've Shot The Cook Too, While The Were At It
I had dinner at the Foo Chow Restaurant, which, in addition to having a name that is surprising truthful about the quality of the chow they serve, has a large sign painted on a side wall proclaiming the fact that Jackie Chan's film 'Rush Hour' was shot there.
Is That A Chopstick In Your Pants Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?
After lunch at Foo Chow I was walking around Chinatown when I realized I had the wrong chow at the wrong Chow, because a short while later I found a Yang Chow Mandarin & Szechuan Restaurant. The reason I should've eaten there was solely because that's the type of food I really wanted, and it had nothing to do with the tall, handsome, cowboy- booted guy who walked out of it as I walked by.
Did This Bellows Blow?
At the Los Angeles County Museum of Art ( LACMA ) there is a lithograph by George Bellows showing one boxer knocking another boxer into a crowd of all-male spectators, another litho by him of a reclining naked young man, and a third litho entitled 'Sixteen East Gay Street.'
Jesus At The Beach
A site-specific special installation at LACMA by two young French artists included an image of Jesus using a hoola hoop made out of a large crown of thorns.
Shortchanged By Brokeback Mountain
I went to the Hollywood Museum because the exhibit 'The Gay Icons of Hollywood' included the two shirts from Brokeback Mountain. It was only way after I paid my $15 and walked all around the museum that I learned the exhibit was not going to open until a couple of days AFTER I was scheduled to fly back to Chicago.
Keeping Tabs On Babs
Oddly enough the Hollywood Museum has a huge display of Barbra Streisand stuff, including actual performance contracts from early in her career. In 1961 she was making $150 to $175 weekly, but by 1963 she was up to $2,500 weekly.
Errol Error
Errol Flynn's star on the Walk of Fame was defaced by a swastika drawn on it with permanent marker, but all the supposed stuff about him being a Nazi-sympathizer was crapola.
Hollywood Cowboy Trivia
Gene Autry is the only person with five stars on the Walk of Fame ( one each for film, TV, radio, theater, and music ) .
I Want A Spot Near Charlie's
Instead of a Walk of Fame, perhaps the City could augment those rainbow pylons in Boystown with a 'Walk of Flame.'
There Goes The Neighborhood
The star for Britney Spears and the star for the Olsen Twins are located next to each other.
The Coal Queens Gave Me The Shaft
While I was looking at a menu in the window of a restaurant I was given an invitation to a special free showing of a 'FourBoys Film' entitled 'The Bituminous Coal Queens of Pennsylvania,' which turned out to be a pretty good documentary about some beauty queen contestants, but which had nothing at all in it about rough and sweaty gay coal miners working in cramped, crowded, and dark conditions.
Make That Eight Bituminous Queens And One Bitchy Queen
Since they had a press table at the screening, and since technically I do write for the press, I was not only able to get a press kit containing a hot-pink Bituminous Coal Queen T-shirt and a DVD of the movie, but I even talked my way into getting my photo taken with the eight 'coal queens' they had at the event ( including Sarah Rush, an actress, a former Coal Queen herself, and the star of the movie ) .
If You're a tall, handsome, cowboy booted guy who was at Yang Chow Restaurant in early June, you can e-mail me at PretzelLogicDave@aol.com
If You are the producer of that Coal Queen movie and you want your press kit stuff back, you can e-mail me at seahawk@errolflynn.net