by Jac Kern
25 days ago
Jac's roundup of pop culture news and Internet findings
On April 29, 1972,
Kings Island opened its gates for the first time, welcoming guest from
Cincinnati and across the country to its world of rides, games and overpriced
snacks. The next year, America watched the country’s first family visit that
very park — no, not the Nixons, the Bradys! In an episode filmed Aug. 20-24 1974
that first aired on Nov. 23, The Brady
Bunch’s architect dad Mike pitched some expansion plans for the park and
brought the whole gang along to enjoy attractions like Hanna-Barbera Land and
Forty years later,
the Bradys are at it again. Barry
Williams (Greg Brady), Christopher Knight (Peter Brady) and Susan Olsen (Cindy
Brady) will return to Kings Island May 19 for four live shows, autographs and photo ops.
Am I the only one
who had no idea Cincinnati’s Golden Child, Nick Lachey, has ties to the
Nick and Kim dated briefly in 2006 after he and Jessica Simpson split, and in a
recent interview with Details, Nick reveals
the shocking claim that Kim LIVES for the papz, who somehow showed up during a private date. Thank God he ended
up with former MTV VJ, Vanessa Minnillo. They seem to have a relatively normal,
happy relationship and I can say this with confidence because I regularly read her mommy/lifestyle blog even though I
don’t have a baby or a life. :-/
Hey, check out
this sloth and cat hanging out:
Now, I know I’m
about to get tarred and feathered for dissing sloths, but watching this, I kept
thinking sloth was about to hand-deliver cat to death’s door. Kristen Bell,
please don’t hate me.
NBC will debut a new comedy May 23 that takes place (but is not actually filmed) in suburban Cincinnati. Save Me stars Anne Heche as a housewife who develops the ability to communicate with God after a near-death experience, and she lives in none other than "Indian Hills." As a lifelong Cincinnati resident, I find it impossible to say “Indian
Hills” without an unsophisticated twang. It sounds like how us simple peasant folk
would mistakenly identify the most affluent neighborhood in Cincinnati. Indian Heels. In fact, I could swear
that when I got accepted into a certain all-girls private institution for high
school and my parents tried to politely warn me that all my friends would be richer than me,
they said, “You’ll probably meet a lot of girls who live in Indian Hills!”
A scathing email that the president
of Delta Gamma at the University of Maryland sent to her sorority sisters has been
making its rounds this week and, in
case you missed it, here’s Michael Shannon’s dramatic reading of the text.
Because if anyone can make this insane, delusional letter seem any crazier, it’s
Nelson Van Alden. The video is NSFW, unless you happen to work as a Delta Gamma house mother.
People like to personify “Amurca” as a blue-collar, Budweiser-drinking, NRA card holder. Nevermore, says former CEO of Anheuser-Busch and heir to the beer fortune, Adolphus A. Busch IV. Busch publicly announced the resignation of his lifetime membership to the National Rifle Association amidst recent gun control controversy, surrounding the organization. Check out Busch’s letter here and crack open a cold one for standing up for what’s right!
0 Comments · Wednesday, August 22, 2012
A former getaway driver (screenwriter and co-director Dax Shepard) in
witness protection has to high tail it on his own, with his girlfriend
(Kristen Bell) in tow, once his old gang (led
by a dreadlocked Bradley Cooper) comes a-knocking, seeking a secret
stash of money from their last heist.
Christina Aguilera is front and center in flawed musical
0 Comments · Monday, November 29, 2010
An Iowa country girl with talent dreams of the big-time saves her pennies and makes the trip to the big city to take a shot at the prize of fame and fortune. We've seen this story a million times, and 'Burlesque,' with Christina Aguilera as the young aspirant and Cher as an aging mentor/club owner who gives the girl a chance, offers no new wrinkles. Grade: C-.
Romantic comedy is inept and mundane
0 Comments · Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The severity of this grade is by no means an attempt to leave a searing scarlet brand marking it as the worst film ever made, but it does signify that the filmmakers committed the unforgivable sin of taking a premise that could be magical and rendering it in the most inept and mundane fashion. Grade: F.