Doubt Worth The $9.




Doubt 2008

Doubt 2008

It’s very rare Charleston is privy to high-profile, Oscar and Golden Globe films. After all, we’re a small city and most would rather watch blood and gut action movies, than one in which thinking is involved. Doubt, based on the John Patrick Shanley, Tony award winning play is just that- a thinking person’s movie. Heaven forbid, (pun intended), movie goers be forced to think.

Set in 1964, the film begins with a sermon given by Father Flynn, (Philip Seymour Hoffman) about “doubt.” This sermon sets the tone for the rest of the film. The conflict between gender roles, changing times and innocent vs. guilty. Does suspicion bring forth truth? Everyone knows I am a huge Meryl Streep fan and Sister Aloysius, by far, is her most intriguing character to date. I won’t give away pivotal scenes, but the mere sparring between her and Hoffman’s characters, not only the dialogue, but the body language and facial expressions forces one to decide-did he, or didn’t he conduct in appropriate behavior with a boy student. This facet of the film is also interesting- we never really learn, although suspect, the “behavior” was sexual in nature.

Viola Davis, in a few short minutes with Meryl, blows you away with an Oscar-worthy performance. She manages to give the audience more information, by saying very little. Amy Adams, who is caught between Sister Aloysius and Father Flynn, innocent in her thinking and approach is like us-the audience-she’s never really sure. While I don’t see her winning an award, if Meryl, Hoffman and Viola do not win, either a Golden Globe, or an Oscar, then it only proves my point that higher paid, larger budget movies are here to stay. Gone are the days where the movie goer chooses his, or her own stance on a situation. Too bad Hollywood seems to believe young actors, who are far from the likes of the cast of Doubt, are worthy of more money-and theatres, all for the sake of raking in millions. Doubt is why movies are made-and why the genre is worth the $9.

John Denver And The Muppets-Alfie The Christmas Tree.




Laugh if you must, but I loved the Muppet’s special with John Denver when I was little. To this day, I own the vinyl album and the CD. I can remember, sitting at the huge, wooden stereo my grandmother gave us and singing the songs over and over, right up to Christmas Eve. One of my greatest childhood memories.

Whether you believe in Christmas, or not, the song says so much about mankind and the magic the Holidays seems to bring out in us. Instead of being my normal, sarcastic self this year, I decided to share the song I loved the most during my formative years. The story of Alfie The Christmas Tree, “It’s in Every One of Us,” sung by John Denver and Kermit the Frog. Merry Christmas, all.

Poem and Lyrics:

Did you ever hear the story of the Christmas Tree
who just didn’t want to change the show
He liked living in the woods and playing with squirrels, he liked icicles and snow.

He liked wolves and eagles and grizzly bears
and critters and creatures that crawled.
Why bugs were some of his very best friends, spiders and ants and all.

Now that’s not to say that he ever looked down on the vision of twinkling lights,
or on mirrored bubbles and peppermint canes and a thousand other delights.
And he often had dreams of tiny reindeer
and a jolly old man and a sleigh full of toys and presents and wonderful things,
and the story of Christmas Day.

Oh, Alfie believed in Christmas all right, he was full of Christmas cheer.
All of each and every day and all throughout the year.

To him it was more than a special time much more than a special day,
It was more than a beautiful story. it was a special kind of way.

You see, some folks have never heard a jingle bell ring,
And they’ve never heard of Santa Claus.
They’ve never heard the story of the Son of God. And that made Alfie pause.

Did that mean that they’d never know of peace on earth
or the brotherhood of man?
Or know how to love, or know how to give? If they can’t, no one can.
You see, life is a very special kind of thing, not just for a chosen few.
But for each and every living breathing thing. Not just me and you.

So in your Christmas prayers this year, Alfie asked me if I’d ask you
to say a prayer for the wind, and the water, and the wood,
and those who live there, too.

It’s in every one of us to be wise. Find your heart, open up both your eyes.
We can all know everything without ever knowing why.
It’s in every one of us, by and by.

It’s in every one of us to be wise. Find your heart, open up both your eyes.
We can all know everything without ever knowing why.
It’s in every one of us, by and by, by and by.

Instead of New Year’s Resolutions, I Have New Year’s Hopes.




No, the old Beth hasn’t left the building and become a sappy, melodramatic, queen of rednecks. I thought, “why make resolutions I know I will not keep, I’ll come up with New Year’s Hopes-better chances when hoping.”

The “hopes” I am posting are based purely on my own opinions, or real hopes. It’s up to you, the reader, to determine those most likely to come true.

  1. I hope the media/entertainment industry halts all marketing for Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus. If I walk into another store and see a t-shirt, slippers, pillows, whatever, with her face I’ll scream. No, really, I will.
  2. I hope I find a job in which I do not look at my co-workers each day and think to myself, (wanting to say it out loud, but refraining), “What the hell mother-ship dropped your ass off on my planet?”
  3. I hope I stop smoking. If I didn’t smoke, I’d have money. I also wouldn’t wake up in the mornings, hacking like a 90 year old woman.
  4. I hope all reality shows are banned. Unless a show has a family, sitting in the living room, the dad picking his nose and drinking Old Milwaukee, the mom scraping corns off her feet and the kids running around like they were raised in a barn, (and most likely are), the current programs are not reality.
  5. I hope something I write is published, other than on my little blog. And I’m paid handsomely.
  6. I hope I meet a man who bathes, brushes his teeth and has a job. He sweeps me off my feet and we ride off together in a vehicle without a gun-rack.
  7. I hope people wake up and stop being so self-absorbed. Get over yourselves. The world isn’t all about you.
  8. I hope one of my dreams come true. One from last year, regarding a pep talk phone call from Diane Sawyer on my 35th birthday, which didn’t happen and turning 35 has not been kind. Thanks, Diane. My hope-I’ll take a phone call, autographed picture, or letter/email from her or Meryl Streep. My role models. Two women I look up to. For God’s sakes, tell me the years after 35 get better.
  9. I hope my mom finds herself, is blessed with good health and realizes I’ll always look after her. I hope I have the strength to take on the task and still live my own life.
  10. I hope the country rebounds and peace comes to those who deserve it



There you have it, folks. My New Year’s Hopes. Do any of you have hopes for the upcoming year?

Missing Posts- Database Errors With WordPress




If you notice, several posts are missing. I have had issues with my MySql database and had to restore to the last good backup, which was October 30. I apologize for any inconvenience. So, while I have been blogging, the code in the database was preventing posts from migrating to the site.

A few tips-since I am assuming the blog was either hacked, or, my host made changes without notifying me, always change your password, secure your WordPress config file and admin files. You have NO idea how furious I am at the moment. As soon as I do a little more “clean up” on the database, new posts will commence.

In the meanwhile, if you want to guest-post, feel free to drop me a line.

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