In this post: Food groups, Sam, lobster deprivation.
For as long as I can remember, food has always been in charge of my life. Cravings. Losing. Gaining. Gaining more. And now that I have diabetes, it’s even WORSE because entire food groups have disappeared from the realm of possibility, such as pasta, rice, French fries, bread, bagels, chips, Cheetos, Mike & Ikes and doughnuts. (I really miss Mike & Ikes.)
And now for a quick review of a strange and crappy movie that Sam and I watched a couple of days ago. It’s The Valley of Gwangi (1969) starring James Franciscus and Richard Carlson, a science fiction thing set in turn-of-the-century Mexico with purple man-eating dinosaurs designed by Ray Harryhausen. The plot? A few cowboys who hate each other’s miserable guts are working in a Mexican circus when they discover a hidden valley with dinosaurs in it. They’re especially attracted to the purple beast pictured below — sort of a gay Godzilla knockoff — so they lasso his neck with teeny little ropes, knock him unconscious with rocks, tie him up in a wagon (nobody ever explains where the wagon came from; they didn’t have one when they discovered the valley) and shlep him back into town as a circus attraction so they can make a ton of money. If you’re wondering what could go wrong with such a terrific plan, the answer is BASICALLY EVERYTHING.
Pictured below are James Franciscus, Richard Carlson (in one of his last film roles) and Gila Golan, who played James Franciscus’s sexpot girlfriend. She runs around in a lot of tight jeans and ripped shirts. In case you care, Golan was Miss Israel of 1960.
Lefty’s Lobster and Chowder House on Saturday. We had our fingers crossed.