“Where’s My Roy Cohn?”, Just like MJ, he’s dead and gone

Ok, I saw Matt Tyrnauer’s documentary “Where’s My Roy Cohn?” last night at Sarasota Film Society’s (https://filmsociety.org/) Burns Court on it last night.

There have simply been too many fantastic docs out this year for this to land as a ‘must see’, though it certainly was enlightening. I didn’t mind that it was an advertisement for the Democratic 2020 campaign by showing Roy’s legal prowess helping to acquit Trump in a racial bias suit decades ago.

But let’s face facts though…as I read the book “I Heard You Paint Houses” in preparation for the “The Irishman”, JFK, a respected Democrat, had mafia help to gain his election win.

Politicians are under such money pressure (see the NPR News I heard as I rode home from Joker:(http://www.getroxy.xyz/promise-no-spoilers-jokers-wild/) it’s no wonder they all smell of the swamp. I’m not sure if we’ll ever drain it, at least not in my lifetime. But let’s just try to remain civil to one another.

And speaking of civil, while Cohn was a morally corrupt person, I did find offensive the fact that narrators repeatedly called his mother ‘ugly’ and unwanted, and then also depicted Roy with the same adjectives. The lawyer who was basically paid to marry Dora (Roy’s mom) was no looker either, but yet none of the narrator’s mentioned his ‘Facebook’ rating. I saw that as very mean spirited narration. Let’s recognize people’s worth based on what they did in life. Surely their behavior was ugly, but let’s leave looks out of it. There’s plenty of pretty people who are just as ugly on the inside, Ted Bundy, just to name an infamous one.

Also, let’s recognize the shame Roy underwent being called out as a fairy back when homosexuals were disparaged, as well as the fact that once disbarred, his ‘true friends’ were no where to be found.

Again, let’s make 2020 a year of balanced perspective and stick to an individual’s current (meaning past two decades) behavior as what’s fair game for judgment.

Mr. Braff, I’d Take a Shiner For You

The following alludes to a scene from the moving film “Wish I Was Here” written and directed by Zach Braff. When you read the name Ian Buckwalter, please read it as Cloris Leachman snarled, “Frau Blucher” in “Young Frankenstein” with a subsequent horse neigh:Cloris Leachman

Dear Mr. Braff,

If ever I was in a grocery store and saw IAN BUCKWALTER, I would have no problem approaching him, even though he works for one of my favorite news venues (NPR). Seeing IAN BUCKWALTER’s shopping basket laden with limburger cheese, I would be sure to tell him that saltines were in order, since they haven’t any taste, just like his review of your poignant film. If IAN BUCKWALTER consequently punched me, which doesn’t seem a very NPR-ish action to take, I would wear my shiner with pride.

IAN BUCKWALTER’s take that your philosophical scope is no larger than a fortune cookie slip leads me to believe that Chinese restaurants now offer impactful family advice. A fact which gives me trepidation since my Masters in Counseling could be obsolete.

May you write many more cinematic fortunes,


Seriously folks (and IAN BUCKWALTER:), “Wish I Was Here” was gorgeous, both in its sentiment and cinematography. I gambled the risky proposition of suggesting it as an outing with my mother and sted-dad, both in their 70’s, and they, too, were moved.

In my last post about Philip Seymour Hoffman I mentioned honoring people’s memories. “Wish I Was Here” touches on this issue as well, the importance of oral history in your family’s discourse. Make it a point to ask a question to your parents about their upbringing today (if you’re lucky enough to still have them) OR tell your kids about sage advice or a cool hobby your parent taught you. I’m calling my 91 year old grandma as soon as I post to ask her about her memories of childbirth since today is my dad’s 72nd birthday.
As James Taylor sings, “Honor the people you love with love, show them the way you feel!” And go see “Wish I Was Here”!