It is staggering how well RED DAWN holds up. Saw it opening day, 1984, was riveted. Milius knows exactly where to put the camera, gets incredible performances from the very young cast. Wish he had made more movies. His filmography is perfection. Powers Booth brief part adds so much.
Joe Rogan literally can’t believe his eyes after devout Christian Joe Eszterhas shows him the most mysterious Jesus Christ artifact in the world:
Context: The Shroud of Turin is a famous 14-foot cloth that many believe was the actual burial blanket of Jesus. When you take a picture of it, the image turns into a realistic photo of a face.
ROGAN: “This isn’t something man-made. It might be something supernatural because if this was a piece of art how come nobody knows how it was created?”
ESZTERHAS: “There’s a lot of skeptics, but I believe it’s a picture of Jesus. It comes from the 1300s.”
ROGAN: “That’s hundreds of years before photography was even invented. It really might’ve just been created by an insane burst of energy from Jesus’s resurrection.”
ESZTERHAS: “I’m completely ignorant with anything that has to do with science.”
ROGAN: “There’s blood stains on it from where the rods went through Jesus’s wrists. There’s no other piece of artwork this fascinating.”
ESZTERHAS: “In my mind it is real which is why I pray to it.”
ROGAN: “I don’t want to dismiss the possibility that it’s real because nobody has any real explanation to how it was created.”
Trump's 80th birthday is turning into a full-blown celebrity biohazard.
A-listers are ghosting his sad little UFC cage match on the White House lawn like he's leaking plutonium. The Rock, Adam Sandler, Jared Leto, Tom Brady — all said "hard pass" according to Vanity Fair.
Same story as his collapsed "America 250" concert. Real talent smells the convicted felon, sexual abuser, and desperate conman from a mile away and runs.
So now King Clown sits alone in a golden chair surrounded by empty red seats, begging D-listers and meatheads to show up for his freak show.
Pathetic. Radioactive. Even in power, Trump is still Hollywood's biggest punchline.
There was supposed to be a third Doris Wishman - Chesty Morgan Collaboration after "Deadly Weapons" (1974) & "Double Agent 73" (1974). But Chesty Morgan wanted to be treated like a Star & turned up late during the filming of "Double Agent 73". She cost one day's shooting. She went to Delancey street for shopping with her boyfriend at the last minute before arriving to the set.
The next day, she lied to Wishman, "I vaz sick". But Wishman found out the truth through the boyfriend. Wishman later said, "Chesty was a horror. Of all the people I worked with, she was the only person I couldn’t get along with."
Because of Morgan's behaviour, Wishman decided to make the sequel to 'Double Agent 73', without Morgan. She didn’t need the aggravation. In the first scene of "The Immortal Three" (1975), a character playing Agent 73 is ki!!ed and three new characters are introduced at her funeral.
("Gigi, Chesty, and The Big D", Marc Edward Heuck, Beverly Cinema, 2022 & "Wishman, Doris", Christopher J. Jarmick, Senses of Cinema, 2002)
He was only eighteen years old. His weapon of choice was not a gun, but a tiny bottle of acid. Yet, this teenage boy managed to save fourteen thousand lives from certain death.
In 1943, Paris was a dark place under Nazi occupation. Adolfo Kaminsky was just a young apprentice working in a textile dyeing shop. He spent his days learning how colors reacted with chemicals, which solvents could dissolve certain pigments, and how to alter tones at a molecular level.
He had no idea that this highly specific knowledge about ink and fabric would soon become the thin line between life and death for thousands of innocent people.
During the occupation, the Gestapo used paperwork as their primary weapon to hunt down Jewish people. Identity cards, travel permits, and food rations were all strictly monitored. On the documents of Jewish citizens, the authorities stamped one single word in blue ink: "JUIF".
That one word was a direct ticket to a concentration camp.
The French Resistance desperately needed a way to erase that word without ruining the paper. Standard forgery techniques failed because the official ink was designed to be permanent.
Any attempt to scrape it off left obvious marks that would get someone killed.
They brought the problem to Kaminsky.
The boy analyzed the paper under a dim lamp and remembered a trick from his textile work. Lactic acid could dissolve that exact blue ink while leaving the paper fibers perfectly intact.
It worked.
But erasing the stamp was only the first step. He had to rewrite names, birthdays, and signatures perfectly. The Resistance set up a secret laboratory for him in a hidden attic on the Left Bank of Paris. The demands poured in constantly.
He needed to make fifty birth certificates for children escaping to Switzerland, two hundred food cards for families hiding in cellars, and hundreds of passes to Spain.
The conditions were brutal. Bleach and acid fumes filled the tiny room, burning his throat and making his eyes water constantly. His fingers were permanently stained with dark ink. Kaminsky realized that each document took him about two minutes to make.
That meant he could save thirty people every single hour.
This realization turned into an obsession that haunted him. He looked at the clock and thought, "If I sleep for an hour, thirty people will die."
So, he stopped sleeping.
One week, word came that a local orphanage with three hundred Jewish children was about to be raided by the Nazis. They needed fake papers immediately or they would be put on a train to Auschwitz. Kaminsky locked himself in the attic.
He worked for two straight days and nights without a pause. His vision blurred and his hand cramped so badly he had to physically massage his fingers to keep writing.
Eventually, his body gave out and he collapsed onto the desk.
He slept for exactly one hour. When he woke up, panic gripped him. He cried out, "Thirty people are dead because I was lazy!"
He refused to eat or rest until the remaining papers were finished.
Thanks to his sacrifice, the children were moved to safety in time.
Kaminsky spent years in that suffocating attic, constantly upgrading his skills as the Nazis upgraded their security measures.
When Paris was finally liberated in 1944, the young genius had saved roughly fourteen thousand people.
He never accepted a single penny for his work, believing that taking money to save a life was deeply wrong.
After the war, Kaminsky became a photographer and lived a quiet, modest life. He never bragged.
He did not tell his neighbors, his coworkers, or even his own children about his wartime heroism for decades.
He simply faded into the crowd as an ordinary man.
Adolfo Kaminsky passed away in 2023 at the age of ninety-seven.
He did not want monuments or medals. His true legacy lives on today in the children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren of the thousands of people who survived the darkness simply because a brave teenager chose to stay awake.
⚡ Last night, the skies over Eastern New Mexico turned into a giant electrical battlefield.
Every lightning bolt in these photos carried millions of volts of electricity, briefly heating the surrounding air to temperatures hotter than the surface of the Sun.
That sudden burst of heat causes the air to explode outward, creating the thunder we hear seconds later.
What makes scenes like this so incredible is their scale.
A single thunderstorm can contain enough energy to power entire cities, releasing hundreds of lightning strikes in just a few hours.
For a few moments, the darkness above the plains became brighter than daylight as bolt after bolt ripped through the clouds.
Nature doesn't need special effects.
Sometimes it just flips the switch. ⚡🌩️
UFC guy here! This isnt true.
No UFC fighters have withdrawn from the White House card. In fact they have added a fight.
There are some UFC fighters who are outspoken about the USAs relationship with Israel and some who do not like what is going on in our country or at this card, but this is not the same thing as "withdrawing" from the card.