The late Bill Paxton’s first movie finally sees the light of day — but not as intended

There’s no roadmap in filmmaking. The popular conception — that films are shot and edited basically according to the script — is something of a fallacy. Directors and editors might find that the story works better with assembling footage differently from how the writer assembled its words. Sometimes, the story changes entirely. Sometimes, you end up with Taking Tiger Mountain, the late Bill Paxton’s first-ever film, released this year for the first time on home video.

AUDIOBOOK: The Tent, the Bucket, and Me

HILARIOUS!

For the 70s child, summer holidays didn’t mean the joy of CentreParcs or the sophistication of a Tuscan villa. They meant being crammed into a car with Grandma and heading to the coast. With just a tent for a home and a bucket for the necessities, we would set off on new adventures each year stoically resolving to enjoy ourselves.

For Emma Kennedy, and her mum and dad, disaster always came along for the ride no matter where they went. Whether it was being swept away by a force ten gale on the Welsh coast or suffering copious amounts of food poisoning on a brave trip to the south of France, family holidays always left them battered and bruised.

But they never gave up. Emma’s memoir, The Tent, The Bucket and Me, is a painfully funny reminder of just what it was like to spend your summer holidays cold, damp but with sand between your toes.

‘Monkeys wearing shoes’: Shocking new tape reveals racist exchange between Nixon and Reagan

No surprise that it was said. These assholes talk like this all-the-time, when they don’t have a greater audience.  I’ve overhead the “moderate” ones speak their real racist/sexist/homophobic thoughts when they think they’re alone, right after, or right before smiling in another conversations with me.

The only surprise here, is that it was recorded

‘Deep Sleep’: How a Suburban Porno Set Off a Massive Federal Witch Hunt

INTRO:

To set eyes on Alfred Sole is to like him instantly. 

He’s just welcomed me onto the Warner Brothers soundstage in Los Angeles where he works. At 75, Alfred is technically of retirement age, but he remains an in-demand production designer on popular television shows like MacGyverVeronica Mars and Castle. 

As I approach him, Alfred smiles broadly and extends his hand. He has a boyish face and a soft-spoken, warm manner. He’s of average height with salt-and-pepper hair. He’s like your friendly uncle, or your favorite person to sit next to at the neighborhood bar. 

But looks can be deceiving, so I have to ask myself: Is this really the man who in the early 1970s was at the center of a national scandal about a pornographic film titled Deep Sleep?