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By Kim Voynar Voynar@moviecitynews.com

This is it. Vote.

Voted. Dropped off our ballots. Finding it hard to concentrate on anything else today. This is it. Months of supporting Obama, carving money out of our limited budget every month to give to his campaign. Months of talking to friends inclined to support Romney, trying to (hopefully gently) persuade them to change their minds. Months of waiting, watching polls, watching debates. Hoping. It all comes down to today. Has it all been enough?

What values will our country uphold today? Will we support women’s rights, universal health care, education, immigrants, the right of two people to marry the person they love, the idea that the rich should not benefit on the backs of the poor and the struggling middle class? I wish I didn’t care so much. I cannot help but care so much. Now, I’d like to drink a Xanax smoothie and crawl under a quilt under it’s over, please.

Our president looked powerful and presidential last night at his last campaign speech. Never have I put so much faith in one man to fight these battles on our behalf. May the odds be ever in our favor.

3 Responses to “This is it. Vote.”

  1. KMS says:

    Must every Obama lovefest contain the phrase “Xanax smoothie?”

    And let’s not forget that he’s been in office for 4 years and hasn’t changed the marriage laws (all he’s changed is his opinion on the matter, just in time for the election). In fact he hasn’t done much of anything, but we’ll choose to ignore that in favor of bashing Romney before he has the chance to be as bland and unproductive as Obama.

    Meanwhile, celebrities are begging for Sandy relief funds from the same rich folks they’ve been badmouthing all year. Liberals have become as pathetic as conservatives. A woman with no job, no ID, no citizenship paperwork, and 8 kids is instantly given more respect than a randomly selected rich, white businessman. This country is becoming a bigger joke than ever.

    I believe in abortion. In fact, I usually think it should be mandatory. I also believe in capital punishment. But if you want to keep making hard-working, wealthy people fork over a higher percentage of their income than anyone else, so that these countless prisoners have 3 hots and a cot for the next 50 years, go right ahead.

    As long as The Learning Channel’s programming continues to reflect America’s downward trajectory, this country is screwed, no matter who leads it. Same guy holding both puppets. Hicks was right.

    The sad part is that no one will read or care about what I’ve said because no one cares about Voynar’s column, and this site is only visited by liberal sycophants who grow moist at the scent of political bias. Give up. Give up. Give up.

  2. spassky says:

    self exceptionalism. pedantry.

    These are not proof of anything but your own inflated self-worth. Have fun with that, KMS.

  3. KMS says:

    done and done

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“I suddenly couldn’t say anything about some of the movies. They were just so terrible, and I’d already written about so many terrible movies. I love writing about movies when I can discover something in them – when I can get something out of them that I can share with people. The week I quit, I hadn’t planned on it. But I wrote up a couple of movies, and I read what I’d written, and it was just incredibly depressing. I thought, I’ve got nothing to share from this. One of them was of that movie with Woody Allen and Bette Midler, Scenes From a Mall. I couldn’t write another bad review of Bette Midler. I thought she was so brilliant, and when I saw her in that terrible production of ‘Gypsy’ on television, my heart sank. And I’d already panned her in Beaches. How can you go on panning people in picture after picture when you know they were great just a few years before? You have so much emotional investment in praising people that when you have to pan the same people a few years later, it tears your spirits apart.”
~ Pauline Kael On Quitting

“My father was a Jerome. My daughter’s middle name is Jerome. But my most vexing and vexed relationship with a Jerome was with Jerome Levitch, the subject of my first book under his stage and screen name, Jerry Lewis.

I have a lot of strong and complex feelings about the man, who passed away today in Las Vegas at age 91. Suffice to say he was a brilliant talent, an immense humanitarian, a difficult boss/interview, and a quixotic sort of genius, as often inspired as insipid, as often tender as caustic.

I wrote all about it in my 1996 book, “King of Comedy,” which is available on Kindle. With all due humility, it’s kinda definitive — the good and the bad — even though it’s two decades old. My favorite review, and one I begged St. Martin’s (unsuccessfully) to put on the paperback jacket, came from “Screw” magazine, which called it “A remarkably fair portrait of a great American asshole.”

Jerry and I met twice while I was working on the book and spoke/wrote to each other perhaps a dozen times. Like many of his relationships with the press and his partners/subordinates, it ended badly, with Jerry hollering profanities at me in the cabin of his yacht in San Diego. I wrote about it in the epilogue to my book, and over the years I’ve had the scene quoted back to me by Steve Martin, Harry Shearer, Paul Provenza and Penn Jillette. Tom Hanks once told me that he had a dinner with Paul Reiser and Martin Short at which Short spent the night imitating Jerry throwing me off the boat.

Jerry was a lot of things: father, husband, chum, businessman, philanthropist, artist, innovator, clown, tyrant. He was at various times in his life the highest-ever-paid performer on TV, in movies, and on Broadway. He raised BILLIONS for charity, invented filmmaking techniques, made perhaps a dozen classic comedies, turned in a terrific dramatic performance in Martin Scorsese’s “The King of Comedy,” and left the world altered and even enhanced with his time and his work in it.

That’s an estimable achievement and one worth pausing to commemorate.

#RIP to Le Roi du Crazy

~ Biographer Shawn Levy on Jerry Lewis on Facebook