Chapter1-Take1

Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby Connect with me on Instagram @ChapterOneTakeOne I enjoyed reading Nick Hornby’s Juliet, Naked although neglecting to write up my thoughts immediately after finishing the book, I gave up on writing a proper review. The movie opens this Friday on August 17th so let me give it a whirl. The screen adaptation of Juliet, Naked stars Rose Byrne, Ethan Hawke and Chris O'Dowd Duncan is an obsessed music fan, not of the current sounds being blasted on the airwaves mind you, but the sounds of yesteryear. In particular, he is devoted to a now-reclusive rocker by the name of Tucker Crowe (an unfortunate name as I have to rid my mind of Tucker Carlson before I can go on. Knowing the character is played by Ethan Hawke in the film helps.) Duncan indulges his devotion by running a website that has his fellow devotees weighing in on the man and the music 24/7. His long-suffering girlfriend—Tucker is all the man thinks about: On a trip from the UK

Amy Adams IS The Woman in the Window: Trailer

Just when I thought it was safe to back to blogging ... the subscription widget I was using is going away! Which means while usually I only feel like I’m talking to myself when I blog, come this summer I really will be. Without feedburner, my book-to-movie content will just sit here, withering away, unread, unloved in the vast desert where failed blogs go to die. That’s fine. Even before COVID hit I was spending less and less time here and more and more time tinkering away at a novel of my own I just didn’t have the creative energy to pour into Chapter1-Take1 any longer. What I’d like to do—besides have my novel published—is invite you to check out my personal website SimCarter.com. If you decide to follow me there via TinyLetter I can pretty much guarantee I won’t intrude on your already overcrowded inbox more than once—maybe twice—a month. So this is my “Hey! Good to see you and oh, by the way, Goodbye” post but before I go, a book to movie adaptation that’s coming to Netflix

The original Gidget: Sandra Dee

Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee. Like a lot of young boomer babes, when I was a preteen the girl I most wanted to be was Sandra Dee. Living in the cold of the Canadian north I'd watch Sandra Dee and James Darren as Gidget and Moondoggie on the late late show and swoon myself to sleep. Gidget , whether it was Sandra Dee in the original, or Deborah Walley in Gidget Goes Hawaiian or even Cindy Carol in Gidget Goes to Rome (which I inexplicably sat through twice in a movie theater in Niagara Falls when I was ten) or Sally Fields in the TV show, was always the cute one but lacking in the more obvious feminine charms of her female rivals. She was the girl next door, the wholesome one. And despite her lack of breasts, her inability to cut a more alluring sexual figure, she was the one to get her man. That's so far from the way we think now but that's the way it was back then, getting your man was the end, daddy-o. Gidget's basic desire for Moondoggie to see

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