Showing posts with label documentaries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label documentaries. Show all posts
Sunday, August 17, 2025
'Deeply Superficial': Mad About the Boy: The Noël Coward Story
Last night we watched "Mad About the Boy: The Noël Coward Story," Barnaby Thompson's new documentary now streaming on Dekkoo. It's an enjoyable piece of work -- Alan Cumming and Rupert Everett do a wonderful job narrating while Adam Lambert brings a contemporary twist to some of Coward's best-known songs. I guess the only way I might have enjoyed it more is if it had dug a little deeper. Billed as a "lively and affectionate new documentary" celebrating "the extraordinary life and legacy of [the famed] playwright, singer, actor, composer and director," it didn't exactly shy away from his humble background (of which he was deeply ashamed) or his barely veiled homosexuality. Yet when it was over it still somehow felt deeply superficial, although I can't exactly say why. Still, a great introduction to the legendary wit.
BELOW: Watch Cary Grant present Coward with a Tony for lifetime achievement in 1970:
Friday, May 24, 2024
A Kevin Spacey Mark Reacts to ‘Unmasked’ Documentary
I tried to watch "Spacey Unmasked" on Max but had a hard time keeping a straight face: A guy jerks off in front of you and your response is to keep hanging out with him if the situation sounds like a chance to move up the Hollywood ladder -- and now you claim you were traumatized?!!!!
A day later I heard from an old friend of mine who experienced Kevin Spacey’s aggressive antics firsthand(sy) when we both lived in Los Angeles in the early ‘90s. He had this to say after watching the documentary:
"Spacey Unmasked" is good. But highly disappointing to learn that I was one of hundreds…crazy. It turns out that his modus operandi was forcing himself on people in semi public places. Who knew?
Before adding this about the men who say they felt violated but opted to stay in Spacey's orbit:
Everyone wanted something. ... I think they knew exactly what they were doing and because it didn't work out they were made -- but it doesn't raise to the level of [beyond-a-reasonable-doubt] illegal. And some of them are just outright crazy.
I’m pissed because it was a small and fun celebrity encounter -- and turns out he did that all the time! Hahaha!!!
First off, let me say this: Unlike Sharon Stone, Liam Neeson and other actors who have come forward in support of the sleazy star, I couldn't care less if he ever returns to movies. I have no use for the guy.
But to me, the histrionic reaction to his alleged boorish behavior -- which heterosexual men, famous and unfamous, get away with constantly -- strikes me as a bit much, almost suspiciously disproportionate, given the fact that no actual harm was done to anyone. Sorry, gents: Having another man grab your ass isn't the end of the world -- and you're not owed anything because someone famous didn't help advance your career.
Producers have every right to not hire Spacey. But these endless legal proceedings are as ridiculous as they are opportunistic.
I've said it before but I'll say it again: I'm a big believer in the "ladies first” doctrine when it comes to the #MeToo movement. Women face a physical threat when things like this happen to them, which can escalate from a "friendly" pat to something violent in a heartbeat. Men don't.
And if these grown men did experience discomfort, why are they returning for more? These aren't Boy Scouts who were too afraid to speak up so went back to troop meetings or altar boys who can’t bring themselves to explain why they no longer want to go to church. These are adults who are voluntarily choosing to continue to spend time with this man.
(ADDENDUM: As I said in the opening paragraph, I couldn’t even get through the first half of this. A commenter has pointed out that some of the accusations are related to on-set behavior. That’s very different than opting to spend free time with Spacey, and I agree that all people should be allowed to work in peace. But I also think it’s no longer happening to these men and doesn’t rise to the level of lawsuits, which, again, are better left to women who should remain the focus of #MeToo.)
As a Facebook friend put it: I was amazed at how much the straight (?) dudes were willing to go along with just for the dim hope of getting a screenplay read or a chance to collaborate with Spacey.
And even his alleged minor victim -- who as a working Broadway actor in 1986 was hardly a typical teen -- concedes nothing happened to him beyond (alleged) momentary awkwardness, which is probably why none of the cases against Spacey have succeeded. (The jury hearing about the 1986 allegation cleared him in just over an hour.)
Sharon Stone homed in on what I was thinking, saying:
It was clear aspiring actors wanted and want to be around him. It’s terrible that they are blaming him for not being able to come to terms with themselves for using him and negotiating with themselves because they didn’t get their secret agendas.
To which my "harassed" friend, who himself dabbled in acting back in the day. said:
She nailed it.
Before wistfully adding:
And plus the interesting [period]. About not being able to be gay in Hollywood at the time, believe me, I know that one well.
Indeed he does, having been cast in a major motion picture before being replaced after a week's filming when the producers decided he seemed "too gay" in the dailies.
My friend never acted again but went on to have a successful career in and away from La La Land. Spacey won two Academy Awards before his actions finally caught up to him and cost him his career. Life frequently isn't fair, but sometimes things do have a way of evening out -- no courts required.
UPDATE: My friend just read this post and sent the following message to me:
It’s an interesting take on the situation and I think it’s good to be talked about [and] written about. But even the first comment/response uses [the term] "sexual predator," and I think that should be reserved for someone who uses violence or illegal tactics. Yes, Spacey was aggressive, but I chalked it up to him just being a randy famous overly sexual actor. But with my history….
Thursday, November 09, 2023
Scooter LaForge’s ‘Life of Art’ Premieres in NYC
To say it's a little surreal to watch a documentary about someone you've known since you were teenagers is an understatement. So while my opinion may be a bit biased, you won't see a film about a more genuine guy than this one, whose "Scooter LaForge: A Life of Art" debuted last night at the IFC Center in New York City as part of the DOC NYC festival.
To learn more and buy tickets to view online, click HERE.
Follow on Instagram HERE.
Post Script: The film touched on a lot of topics, including the height of the AIDS epidemic during which Scooter and I came out. So it wasn't lost on me that when I came home and turned on the Game Show Network BUZZR to unwind -- with a little "Super Password" and the like -- I happened to see not one but two talents we lost to the disease. And to make matters worse, as children we didn't even get to look up to them as fellow gay men because being "out" wasn't an option for any of us.
Tom Villard, who I knew from "We Got It Made," died in 1994 at just 40 years of age.
And the wonderful Leonard Frey, the standout from "The Boys in the Band" who died in 1988, 11 days before his 50th birthday. The PTSD from all of this is palpable in the Scooter film and was one of its most poignant subjects.
P.P.S. I solved this on the second clue while the panel barely got it with all of them!
Saturday, February 04, 2023
When a Man Loves a Cat
Damian and I caught a screening of "Cat Daddies" last night and my face still hurts from smiling (through tears of joy). The less you know going into it the better, in my opinion. But suffice to say it's a must-see for cat lovers, and should probably be mandatory viewing for all men as a lesson against toxic masculinity.
After missing it at the Angelika, we had planned to see "Cat Daddies" a few weeks ago in Hudson, N.Y., only to have our Metro North train break down. (It seems to be showing in select cities right now before eventually coming to home release.) So a NJ Transit train to Asbury Park -- in 8-degree weather on a Friday evening -- was a small price to pay to finally see writer/director Mye Hoang's gem of a documentary.
Check for a screening near you HERE.
P.S.
We had a couple hours to kill before the next train back to NYC, so had dinner at a cute Mexican joint on Main Street (where a waitress with a beautiful voice sang live) before having a beer at Georgie's. The bar was cute and even played "Walking on Sunshine" and the C L McSpadden Powerhouse Mix of "Missing"!
Tuesday, December 29, 2020
Remembering 'Ice King' John Curry
Damian and I stumbled upon a documentary called "The Ice King" the other night and were blown away. It's about John Curry, who some believe is the greatest ice skater of all time. Won't lie, I was not familiar with him at all, despite his winning the gold medal at the 1976 Olympics in Innsbruck alongside Dorothy Hamill -- I had her haircut, so ... -- and his being out(ed).
That I grew up with Dorothy, JoJo Starbuck and Peggy Fleming as household names makes me think that male figure skaters weren't as "big" as women back then, although nationality may have been the main reason. (Scott Hamilton is the first Olympic gold medalist whose name I knew, followed by Brian Boitano -- who people thought was my college boyfriend's twin!)
I don't want to give away too many details -- those of you who are familiar with the British skater's story already know what I'm getting at -- but it's no understatement to say Curry was truly a trailblazer on so many levels, both on and off the ice.
That I'd never even heard of him makes me sad -- and is a perfect example of why LGBTQ history in schools might be warranted. I'm not sure if Curry would make the syllabus or not, but surely some fun student would write a term paper about him and keep his story alive, as this documentary so brilliantly does.
"The Ice King" is the searing documentary of a lost cultural icon, a story of art, sport, sexuality and rebellion.
We watched it on the LGBTQ streaming service Dekkoo, where during our trial we also caught "Un Rubio." "The Blonde One," as it's called in English, is a little but intriguing Argentinian film about the relationship between two roommates, both of whom have had varying degrees of self-acceptance about their sexualites.
The one-two punch of these two fine films has me considering a paid subscription, although I'd be lying if I didn't admit they're all starting to add up. I see the service has its own series as well. Let me know if you are into any of Dekkoo's original offerings as I make my decision before my free 10 days is up!
Sunday, September 13, 2020
The Early Days of MTV
Last night we watched "I Want My MTV," Tyler Measom and Patrick Waldrop's new documentary about the conception and birth of Music Television, and it sure sure took me back. I kind of thought I knew everything there was to know about the topic but was pleasantly surprised by what was revealed, including lots of graphics and ephemera from before the network even launched.
As I’ve said before, I’m sure every generation thinks this way about its own -- but I wouldn’t trade my MTV youth for bobby socks, Instawhores or anything in between.
Catch it if you can. It's available on demand via A&E and includes Mark Goodman's excruciating interview with David Bowie where the music legend asks why MTV doesn't show more black artists, a 40-year-old moment that doesn't sound much different from what we're still fighting for today.
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Song of the Day: 'The Only Thing' by Travis (featuring Susanna Hoffs)
I'd never heard of the Scottish band Travis before. But I'm OK with anyone who wants to work with Bangles beauty Susanna Hoffs. The song is apparently the fourth the band has shared from their forthcoming album "10 Songs," having previously released the tracks "Valentine," "A Ghost" and "Kissing in the Wind.")
Frontman Fran Healy told NME of the new video: “This is definitely my Covideo. One of the main prerequisites was to somehow get us all on the same stage and try to capture the spontaneity of a duet while the performers are in different locations.
Susanna seems a little embarrassed by the whole thing, but this is cute.
Learn more HERE.
And speaking of video finds: Over the weekend I discovered the "I.R.S. Presents the Cutting Edge" episode from MTV when the Bangles filled in for host Peter Zaremba of the Fleshtones. It's totally adorable. And how surprised was I to see in the credits that it was directed by Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris, the husband-wife team behind "Little Miss Sunshine" and, more importantly, "Battle of the Sexes." Damian and I actually met them at a Q&A and how I wish I could go back to ask them about this old MTV show.
And speaking of video finds: Over the weekend I discovered the "I.R.S. Presents the Cutting Edge" episode from MTV when the Bangles filled in for host Peter Zaremba of the Fleshtones. It's totally adorable. And how surprised was I to see in the credits that it was directed by Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris, the husband-wife team behind "Little Miss Sunshine" and, more importantly, "Battle of the Sexes." Damian and I actually met them at a Q&A and how I wish I could go back to ask them about this old MTV show.
This, of course, got me all the more excited about the upcoming documentary about I.R.S. Records, home to nearly all the coolest new wave bands, including the Go-Go's, R.E.M., the English Beat, Wall of Voodoo and the Alarm. to Watch the trailer HERE.
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Monday, August 10, 2020
Boy Howdy: The Story of Creem Magazine
After watching music documentaries the past two Fridays -- The Go-Go's (terrific), David Foster (boy, was that guy responsible for a lot of horrible music) -- I know what we will be doing at the end of this week:
"Creem: America's Only Rock 'N' Roll Magazine""
Capturing the messy upheaval of the '70s just as rock was re-inventing itself, the film explores Creem magazine's humble beginnings in post-riot Detroit, follows its upward trajectory from underground paper to national powerhouse, then bears witness to its imminent demise following the tragic and untimely deaths of its visionary publisher, Barry Kramer, and its most famous alum and genius clown prince, Lester Bangs, a year later. Fifty years after publishing its first issue, "America's Only Rock 'n' Roll Magazine" remains a seditious spirit in music and culture.Complete viewing details HERE.
My Creem experience mostly revolved around -- surprise! -- Blondie. When I wasn't picking up new issues at our local Alpha Beta supermarket, I was saving up my babysitting money to purchase back issues with Debbie Harry on the cover, which was harder than it sounds what with having to get money orders and stamps, too!
My brother Bill also rushed out to buy Lester Bangs's book about Blondie, that read more like a roast. (The book was ripped to shreds for photos, so I barely noticed!)
The Airship remembers:
The story goes that Lester Bangs, beloved rock critic of the era when rock critic was a viable career, turned out what was supposed to be a quickie, for-fans bio of Blondie in a weekend. While his peers question that timetable, it’s strange that there’s less opposition to the notion that "Blondie" is for fans, or by a fan, period. While Bangs admits in the book he thought the band was fun when he first saw them, he spends most of the book’s 96 pages shitting on the band in the kind of thorough, passive-aggressive manner usually reserved for people trying not to sound bitter as they describe the ex they still passionately loathe who did them wrong in high school. It’s a fascinating little piece of rock history (that, while long out of print, is easily found used online), because it’s a book that was intended to be a puff-piece but came out as an exploration of how Blondie broke Bangs’s heart.
Can't wait to spend the evening with that one!
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Wednesday, August 05, 2020
The Two Things the New Go-Go's Documentary Got Wrong
The Go-Go's are receiving a lot of much-deserved recognition since Alison Ellwood's documentary was released on Friday. It's a great film, filled with thrilling rare footage and fascinating insights from two early members and one replacement. (Manager Ginger sold her car to support them!) My only quibble is that I wish it had done a better job to not promulgate two misconceptions about the band: that a new generation of female musicians failed to come along to follow in their footsteps and that they were some one-off success story, neither of which is really accurate.
The Go-Go's were total trailblazers. But their efforts were certainly not as much in vain as they have been made out to be by focusing on the number of all-women bands that have come since them. Perhaps the main reason there haven't been that many is because women musicians aren't seen as a novelty anymore -- in large part because of the Go-Go's. So girls and women join bands of all different gender configurations. That's progress. Off the top of my head I can think of more than a dozen bands the Go-Go's helped pave the way for, including the Pandoras, Throwing Muses, the Breeders, Luscious Jackson, Bikini Kill, L7, Veruca Salt, Hole, Sleater-Kinney, Belly, Le Tigre, the Donnas, Murmurs, Heavens to Betsy, the Like, the Muffs, Pussy Riot, Best Coast, Haim, Bleached ... and the list goes on.
And then there's the Bangles. The Go-Go's and the Bangles are nothing alike and have been unfairly compared for decades. But if we're lamenting that the Go-Go's were the first but "still the only" all-female band to write and play their own instruments to have a No. 1 album we should also remember they're not the only ones to come from DIY beginnings to achieve great success.
Although "Beauty and the Beat" does indeed hold that distinction 40 years later -- having spent six weeks at No. 1 and being certified double platinum for sales of two million plus -- the Bangles' "Different Light" reached No. 2 and was certified triple platinum for sales of three million plus.
The Go-Go's "Vacation" was certified gold and "Talk Show" sold fewer than 500,000. The group's "Greatest" album also sold less than 500,000 copies.
The first Bangles album, "All Over the Place," wasn't a big hit but did spend 30 weeks on the Billboard albums chart. I've mentioned the second album's being certified triple platinum. Their third, 'Everything," was also a million-seller in the U.S., as was their "Greatest Hits."
"Different Light," "Everything" and "Greatest Hits" were also certified platinum in Australia, U.K., and Canada, a much lower bar than in the U.S. but impressive nonetheless. The only Go-Go's album to be certified outside the U.S. was "Beauty and the Beat," which went platinum in Canada.
The Bangles had two No. 1 singles, two No. 2 singles and eight Top 40 singles overall. The Go-Go's had one No. 2 single, one No. 8 single and five Top 40 singles overall.
This isn't a competition. But it is progress that another all-female band came along and sold twice as many records shortly thereafter. And then the Breeders and Hole had platinum albums and Belly and Luscious Jackson went gold. The Go-Go's helped pave the way for all of this. Also might be worth noting that the onetime-Dixie Chicks have sold at least 33 million albums in the U.S. alone, according to RIAA, and have three No. 1 albums.
As a side note: The Bangles are often maligned for recording "so many covers," whereas the Go-Go's only recorded one for an album. First of all, I don't necessarily see that as a bad thing. The first Rolling Stones album was all covers. The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Ziggy Stardust and Paul Simon did covers. Blondie released "Denis" off "Plastic Letters" and did three covers on their classic "Parallel Lines." (In fact, "Hanging on the Telephone" was written by the guy who co-wrote "Tonite" with Charlotte Caffey.) Madonna's first two Top 20 hits were songs she didn't write. (When they finally released one of hers, it went Top 5!) None of these things discredit their artistic abilities. (The Go-Go's developed a following and got signed via their live shows, which included covers of "Johnny, Are You Queer," "Let's Have a Party" and "Remember [Walking in the Sand]," all of which I'd have preferred over some of the filler on "Vacation.")
And even this is exaggerated, exacerbated by the fact that the Bangles' label chose to release several covers as singles. (Like Blondie and Madonna, sometimes you have to go along with what the label tells you to do.) Of the five Bangles albums the band wrote 54 songs and did nine covers. They also wrote the A and B sides of their debut standalone single (that they released as the Bangs on their own label); wrote four songs on their debut EP and did one cover; wrote original songs for "The Goonies" and "Austin Powers" soundtracks and did a cover for "Less Than Zero"; and wrote one original B-side, one original new song for "Greatest Hits" and did one cover on a B-side. And while none of the Go-Go's singles were certified, three of the Bangles' were -- and their biggest of all was co-written by Susanna Hoffs.
If what the documentary was trying to say is that the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame has (thus far) been unfair to the Go-Go's, then I fully agree. But no one should come away with the idea that women musicians haven't flourished because of their achievements.
P.S. Make that three things!
P.S. Make that three things!
Operator: 911, what's your emergency?
Me: I'd like to report an anachronism.
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
Calling All Studio One Boys
Got a nice email from one of the producers of the upcoming documentary about Studio One, who wants to make sure they are telling the full story about the famed Los Angeles disco.
He writes:
He writes:
Did you attend Studio One and/or The Backlot between 1974-1993? We need your stories for a new feature documentary in production called STUDIO ONE FOREVER. We are looking for self-tape testimonials to be considered for inclusion in the closing credits sequence. Several submissions may be invited to film an interview in Los Angeles to tell your story for the film.
Here's how to submit: Make a brief 1-3 minute video telling your story. It can include virtually any anecdote (funny or serious) that makes your Studio One/Backlot experience forever etched in your memory. If you attended during the 80's/90's and have someone who passed from AIDS that you would like to memorialize, please feel free to include them in your video. Also, if Covid-19 has brought back any memories from that era, please comment.
When you shoot your video, please shoot horizontally (side to side) not vertical. You can upload your video preferably via WeTransfer to: marcsaltarelli@gmail.com The deadline for submissions is August 25, 2020.
We are about to begin the last phase of production this month with limited funds available, so if you are able to support the completion of the film with a tax-deductible donation, please visit our fiscal sponsor HERE.
Thank you for your support! The Covid-19 crisis caused some delays, but we are cautiously beginning to plan our final phase of production. Currently we have an 80-minute rough cut. We just need your story to make it complete. Stay safe!I have so many fond memories of the iconic club and cannot wait for this to come out ... maybe I need to track down my old WeHo friends and start talking!
Friday, July 03, 2020
Double Barrel
A Facebook group for survivors of Phoenix childhoods reminded me of the time a man held our local news anchor hostage on live TV when I was a kid. (Spoiler: The guy's a religious crackpot!) Worth a read HERE.
Which, in turn, reminded me that Damian and I recently watched a quasi-documentary about Christine Chubbuck, a little-remembered news anchor in Sarasota, Fla., who shot herself in the head on live television in 1974. There are almost no photos and little footage of her out there, but a contemporaneous piece by the Washington Post's Sally Quinn has all of the details that are known. (The way Christine's mother talks about her dead daughter it's hard to tell if she memorializing or roasting her.) Still, it's a shame more information isn't available, as it's clear there is a compelling story begging to be told. A male colleague she was said to be distraught over was known as "Gorgeous George" yet we never get to see, let alone meet, him. (Would have liked to have judged for myself!) She was apparently still a virgin at 29 yet none of her friends could be located to talk about her personal life, including the friend/colleague George apparently took up with instead of Christine. And her interior-decorator brother clearly died of AIDS, although nary a word is mentioned of it. Read HERE.
Ironically, after the subject was ignored for decades, two separate films came out at the same time in 2016. We opted to watch "Kate Plays Christine," which because of the lack of people to interview -- her mother is dead and her other brother refuses to talk, other than to make sure the widow of the TV network where Christine worked never releases the tape of the suicide -- is premised on the idea of an actress trying to research Christine so she can portray her in a film that isn't actually being shot. Its intentions are good. But essentially they just read Sally Quinn's article verbatim and then drive to the locations where Christine lived and work but don't really find anything of interest.
The other film is a more traditional biopic called "Christine," starring Rebecca Hall ("Vicky Cristina Barcelona") as Chubbock and Michael C. Hall ("Six Feet Under," "Dexter") as Gorgeous George. But given how little is known about the principals, this strikes me as the kind of "inspired by true-life events" fodder I typically shy away from but might be the best option given the circumstances. (At the very least you get to see the XY Hall in his 1970s garb!)
Leave me a comment if you've seen either.
Trailer for "Kate Plays Christine"
Saturday, May 09, 2020
When Queer Life Was a 'Circus'
Warning: There's a spoiler of sorts ahead. Most people wouldn't even consider it one. But my fiance thinks knowing ANYTHING about a film in advance counts as a spoiler, so consider yourself warned.
Rachel Mason, who directed the film about her family, with porn legend Jeff Stryker
Here we have Josh Mason growing up in the gayest city in the country with two intellectual parents -- Mom started out as an investigative journalist who was drawn to First Amendment stories like that of Larry Flynt and Dad was a inventor who worked in movie special effects, among other things -- and two open-minded siblings, yet he might as well have been the son of preacher man in the Deep South. And I'm sure you know why. Sure, his mother very much a product of her time (not unlike Cher, she was incredibly supportive of gay people so long as they aren’t in her family). But the truth is before the later years of the Obama era -- and even now for many people -- life for LGBTQ people was extremely unpredictable and difficult, with families disowning and students bullying gay youth, and employers firing and landlords or neighbors harassing gay adults. (Next time you see me, be sure to ask me about my newsroom colleague who had to leave Ventura County because of death threats ... in the late '90s.)
Free Masons: Micah, Barry, Rachel, Karen and Joshua
I truly hope young people will see this film so they can begin to understand that gay men and lesbians -- even white ones -- have been persecuted in the very recent past while also watching their friends die by the hundreds as the government did nothing. This lack of understanding has led me to coin the phrase "youth privilege," something I've started using on social media to combat the Gen Z activists who somehow can't quite seem to understand why Bill Clinton couldn't magically make his gays-in-the-military plan happen with the blink of an eye, don't get why a trans man wasn't cast as the lead in "Boys Don't Cry," 22 years ago, and who will probably not vote in November if Joe Biden doesn't pick a trans woman of color as his running mate.
Check out "Circus of Books." It'll really stir things up inside you, for better or worse.
Read my own Circus of Books story from 1990 HERE.
Read where all the family members are now HERE.
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Tuesday, April 28, 2020
Page 1 Roundup (04/28)
Instagram: If Steve Grand were an action hero, he'd be called Super Bulge
Tuesday workout with Chris Clark
Tuesday workout with Chris Clark
Queerty: Mayor Pete says he gets why it was ’empowering’ for some queer people to vote against him (he's waaaaay more patient than I'll ever be!)
Scoundrel Time: Trump and the criminal culture
The Washington Post: White House issues coronavirus testing guidance that leaves states in charge
The New York Times: More states gradually lift restrictions on some businesses even as cases remain high; a new testing plan falls short of what public health experts say is necessary
The Wall Street Journal: Small-business loan program resumes with reports of delays
Hot Cat of the Day: No. I'm doing the petting here.
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