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![]() We're proud to present Suck Beyond Real! Video real-life stories of adventure, human drama, and everyday courage. This week's episode, presented in Plastivision: Extreme Kayakers face deadly conditions as they take on The Rock! All bandwidth-capable viewers are urged to tune in. ![]() If you really believe the American Kultur Gesellschaft is solely responsible for our crushing anxieties about age and beauty, consider the story of Tabu. The radiant star of such films as Punjabi Kudi and Pehla Pehla Pyar will appear in the upcoming thriller Tarkeib. We do not know Tabu's age, although we know that her birthday is November 4. And it is reported that her first role was as a "child artiste" in 1985's Hum Naujawan. Even if we define childhood very generously, Tabu by this record couldn't have been older than 18 in 1985, and thus is probably not older than 33 today. Still, when India Express (All aboard!) describes the comely trouper's new role opposite model/actor Milind Soman, it does so with all the pith and evasion of a reborn George Sanders. "People wondered," wonders IE reporter N K Deoshi, "whether it was good to pitch an experienced actress like Tabu against a newcomer." To her credit, Tabu replies to these wonderers with the grace and gusto of a show business professional (who is making something of a "comeback," according to IE). In another interview, Tabu graciously plays humble on the topic of working with the great Amitabh Bachchan (still spry as he enters his 213th year in the business). But that doesn't stop one fan from hitting Tabu with that other insult known to all women. "[S]he never maintains a constant level of weight," maintains Indianfilm.net. "[I]n some movies she look sensuous while in others she looks roly poly..." Listen, all you carping fans and mincing critics: Take a look in the mirror before you start running your pieholes about Tabu and all her flaws. And for the record, we say she's the ever youthful Tabu. As you undoubtedly know by now, Chicken Run, an animated film billed as a "Great Escape with chickens," is opening at a theater near you. Pre-release hype for the picture a collaboration between Dreamworks SKG and Aaardman Studios, the house Wallace and Gromit built has included a special red-carpet premiere walk by 100 live chickens, and a chickens-only screening. In an event of equal or lesser intellectual caliber, Suck finagled an audience with co-directors Nick Park and Peter Lord:
Tonight, one of those broken hearts on Broadway belongs to TV's Frasier. Savaged by critics and bleeding money (to the tune of a McKinley and a half over its very brief run), the latest staging of Macbeth just wasn't a big enough vehicle for Kelsey Grammer's capacious talents. TV star power has long been a reliable Broadway seat-filler even when critics turned nasty, so the fact that the show is closing after only 10 performances (one for each year of Grammer's Cheers career, the Times noted smugly) represents a stunning reversal for the three-time Emmy winner. If we refuse to join in the laughter at Grammer's expense, it's not just because we appreciate the ongoing fall and redemption narrative he spins so memorably at Kelseylive.com. Nor is it the intriguing (and usually unremarked) two-fisted tough-guy quality Grammer who proved his mettle on the high school gridiron and worked his way through Julliard on a fishing boat (without graduating, sadly) has always brought to his fussbudget roles. No, the truth is that while he may have played Macbeth, Kelsey Grammer, like Lear, is a man more sinned against than sinning. His family history (detailed in the large, easy-to-read type of his heartbreaking, staggering memoir So Far...) is an uninterrupted run of tragedy that tops Hamlet's bloody last act: an estranged father murdered in the Virgin Islands, a sister raped and murdered in the parking lot of a Red Lobster, two brothers killed in a Scuba accident, coke, two divorces, alcohol abuse, a jail term, more coke, a stay at Betty Ford, relapses, and finally, transcendence. And even here, Kelsey is never truly at peace. So Far... ended on a hopeful note; but its happy ending rang false only a year after publication, when Kelsey and then-wife Tammi went bust. Since then, Grammer has kept sorrow at bay only on the most conditional terms. Howard Stern relentlessly mocked his efforts to contribute essays on international policy to the public dialogue; Grammer offered a gracious retort, but has notably left off essay writing since then. Kelsey Live strenuously highlights the bare-feet-and-sundried-tomatoes happiness the beloved funnyman has found with new wife Camille, but a cloud hangs over a poem Grammer wrote for his two-day-old daughter ("I pray now only/ That I will not corrupt your instincts/ With my personal decisions"). Was it really just the thrill of a new acting challenge that drove Grammer to take on the Scottish play, that notoriously cursed work that brings grief to all who confront it? Has any man ever put more on the line his money, his career, his reputation in such a public effort to exorcise private demons? Bloodied but unbowed, this information-age stoic withdraws from the stage. We take solace in Grammer's own words, in So Far...: If there's anyone who's not spared, it's your narrator. Not because I want to bleed in public. Not because I still take pleasure in being a bad boy. Rather, I've been open here about my failings and my mistakes because that's all they are failures and mistakes. Apologies are pointless, regrets come too late. What matters is you can move on, you can grow, you can do better in the future. Take it one day at a time, Kelsey. We're always here for you. courtesy of theSucksters |
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