On the Subject of Turkeys...

It has recently come to my attention (like 5 minutes ago) that today is a very important day. Twenty years ago today, a television show premiered on KTMA in Minneapolis. Since I was way down here in Texas at the time, I missed out on this. However, 5 years after the fact due to some genius cable honcho deciding a few years prior that the show needed to be brought to the masses AND due to the fact that 1993 was the year my parents sprung for a big, honking, old school satellite dish, this show and I finally found each other. And it was good and there was much rejoicing. Yay.


Do you know what it is? Hmm?

I'm not telling. It's the holiday season, I'm feeling coy.

I will say this-I'm gonna post an episode. This is one of the earliest episodes, so it's a little different than the latter years. It's also not as good as the later ones, but this is a history lesson more than anything, you can fetch your entertainment elsewhere.

Arrrrrrrrgh!

I want this fucking thing outta my head RIGHT NOW. Oh god, please make it stop, I'll do anything. I'm sorry I stole that piece of butterscotch out of the bin at the store, I'll be good from now on, I promise.

Sob...

'Murrica, F*ck Yeah

I dozed off for about 45 minutes when I put Harper to bed and I woke up to this:



Now I'm watching McCain's concession speech. It's a great day.

Source

Yeah, No Drugs on THAT Set

I'm having a lazy weekend and I got a hankering to hear this song.

That's pretty much it.

You can go now.

Miscellaneous Crapola

Oh HAI! Um...

Forgive me Blogger, it's been eleven days since my last confession post. It's been one of those weeks, you know?

Last Saturday the school had their Fall Festival (AKA "The Artist Formerly Known As the Halloween Carnival Before Some Bitty Apparently Pitched a Fit and They Had to Change it" or TAFKatHCBSBAPaFaTHtCi for short. Or not.) My original intentions were for Harper to go as zombie Marie Antoinette, but there was a change of plans when she decided she didn't want to be the corpsified Dauphine of France, she just wanted to be the regular non-undead Dauphine. Behold:




I still say my way would have been way cooler.

So there was that, some other stuff, I got pneumonia and Harper had her 10th(!) birthday on Weds. We got her that Biscuit dog, the animatronic thingamadoodad. Harper loves it and while I was looking forward to some HI-Larious reactions from the dogs, they failed me. Honestly, this was the best I got:



Thanks Maggie, at least you tried.

That's about it I guess. Well, bye!

Oy.

Alright, yeah, I have TEH pneumonia. It's not too bad. I'm not even sure that's what it is, but I have had it before and both times it felt exactly like this. I've felt pretty crappy for a week now, and then today I woke up and it felt like Fat Bastard was sitting on my chest. I'm still debating over what I should do about it and my options are kinda limited. I'd go to the doctor, but my lack of insurance is kind of a hindrance. So it goes.

On the upside, if I don't croak before nightfall, I will be enjoying a quiet Halloween at home. I got candy for the little trick or treaters AND-this is the best part-there's a Herschell Gordon Lewis Double Feature on TCM late fri/early sat. My intentions are to get whacked out on Nyquil and have a grand, gory time. If I gotta croak, I'm gonna do it my way. And if I don't happen to expire, I'll try post about the movies some time this weekend. WHOOP!

Cough...

Kidding. I can barely tell I'm sick at all, it's more like a little tickle than anything.

Happy Halloween, children!

Cough, Cough...

Cheeks.

As you may have been able to glean by now, I've sort of crapped out with the movie posts. What can I say? I haven't even really watched any movie at all lately, much less paid enough attention to write about one. I think the last movie I watched was 'Perfect Stranger' with Halle Berry and Bruce Willis, which, while not very good, was neither a horror movie, nor truly bad enough to be considered scary.

En Eee Weigh, I do have some scariness to impart upon you all. Is it Tara Reid's ass?

Noooo.

Is it the fact that This woman is legally entitled to vote?

Nope.

It's this little boy. I can't in good conscience make fun of a child-I'm not that much of an asshole. But I will say that he creeps me the hell out, which could be construed as a compliment. Congrats, cheeky young man.

Photo of the Day

Less than a month to go, people. Choose wisely...

Wrongest Doll Evar

Okay, like, so Harper's sick so I haven't had a chance to watch anything, hence no new movie posts. Fine, that's only partly true. She is sick (as in, she got sick last night and is better today, mostly), but the reason there's been no new posts is because I'm a lazy sack. In my defense, I've never tried to hide the fact that I'm a total slug, so the blame falls on anyone who's expected something more from me. In sum: it's YOUR fault I haven't posted anything, not mine. My logic is a bit peculiar, but it works for me. You'll accept it and by god you'll like it.

I've taken time out of our iCarly marathon (Harper likes it, not me. I've never watched it voluntarily or anything...Who are you to judge me?) to give you a semi-spooky post. "Spooky" may be overstating things but it's definitely creepy and just plain odd. Dolls that use the terlet are weird enough, but this one is in a league by itself.

And Be There When I Feed The Tree...

It's October. You know what that means? It means I have my first sinus infection of the season, that's what that means. It also means that it's time for my Scary Movies Thingamabob, but since it's my blog and I wanna talk about me, my grave illness takes precedent over some stupid movie. Memememememe.

Sigh.

All right, I know you don't care the fact that I'm at death's door, you selfish bitches, so I'll give you what you came for. What is our first horror movie this time 'round? Welp:





Yes, that's right: Judgment at Nuremberg.

NO! Silly...

I actually meant to post about Poltergeist back when I was doing the 80s movies doohickey during the summer, but I never got around to it. God, Poltergeist scared the shit out of me when I was a kid. I remember my mom telling me "Watch it with us-it's not scary, it's good". She was half-right and the other half...Well, I thought my mother was always honest with me, but now I see that she was really a big lying McLiar from Lietown.

I guess for an adult it's not scary, but to a little 7 year old who still slept with the lights on? For the 2 Amish people reading this who've never seen it (and wtf are Amish people doing reading a blog? Go back to your barn raising, Ezekiel!), Poltergeist is the story of a fairly cool couple (played by Craig T. Nelson-aka Tv's "Coach"-and the lovely Jobeth Williams) and their three children, (played by...Well we'll get to that in a minute.) They live in a nifty house and are in the process of having a pool put in the back yard. They hang out, watch the game with the neighbors, have funerals for dead pets, spark up the occasional doobie, fall asleep in front of the Tv; no big whoop.

Then things start getting a little hinky. First off, their youngest starts talking back to the television. I don't mean like "Girl, don't go in there, the killer is behind the door!", I mean she's asking the TV questions and acting like it's answering her-it's totally unsettling. Then the dinette set starts rearranging itself and the silverware goes all Uri Gellar on them. It's cute.

At first.

Then one night, the creepy tree outside the two youngest kids' bedroom decides it wants to chow down on TV's Coach and the lovely Jobeth Williams' son. While they're off trying to extract him, the TV talker gets sucked into the closet and disappears and it's all a great big clusterfuck. They decide that perhaps they'd like their little girl back, so TV's Coach enlists the aid of some paranormal investigators and they have the world's least fun slumber party.

They do what they can to help, but apart from just looking at some angelic specter with their mouths agape, eating some nasty, nasty looking foodstuffs, and talking to the little girl through the TV, they aren't of much use. So they call in the big gun:



Ahh, Tangina. Would that you could clean MY house.

Not to spoil the Amish, but with the aid of some tennis balls, rope and the lovely Jobeth Williams, they manage to extricate the little girl from the closet. Tangina declares the house safe once more and they go on about their business.

Tv's Coach and the lovely Jobeth Williams (now with 25% more grey hair) decide to pack it in and move to less intrusive quarters. TV's Coach goes off to tie up some loose ends at work and Jobeth and the two youngest kids stay behind, with the intent of sacking out at the Holiday Inn when daddy gets home. Everything is all nice and cozy, the kids are in bed and the lovely Jobeth retreats to the bathroom to tackle her newfound greys.

Yeah the house ain't having none of that nonsense.

It starts with the clown doll. The boy, Robbie, has a clown doll in his room that is less than not creepy looking. He usually tosses a jacket over it before going to sleep. He tries to toss the jacket and misses. He shrugs it off and tries to go to sleep. He looks up and notices that, hey, the clown doll has relocated. But to where? Yeah, that fucking thing attacked his ass and as a child it scared me silly. I thought Pennywise was the genesis of my clown fear, but no, I had blocked Poltergeist clown out of my mind.

At that point, the closet door opens up again and everything goes haywire once more. The lovely Jobeth is dragged all over the bedroom, I mean up the ceiling, the walls-everywhere. She does the proper mom thing and goes to save the children, but some big old ghostly looking skeleton dealybopper is blocking her entrance. So she goes outside to get help from the neighbors who surely would think nothing of the crazy lady in her nightgown asking for them to chip in as volunteer Ghostbusters. She slips and falls into the unfinished pool and the source of their house issues become apparent: the genius real estate developer whom TV's Coach works for built the damn thing over an old cemetery and the inhabitants are rightly pissed. Due to some rain and the whole "house is going to eat you" thing, the bodies are popping up like fishing bobbers and the whole thing is very gross and creepy.

With no help from the neighbors, the lovely Jobeth goes back into the house and finally manages to remove her children. TV's Coach finally shows up and they jump in the car and hightail it to the Holiday Inn. Not for nothing, TV's Coach shoves the television outside, presumably so they don't have to watch Coach.

It's a great movie and I'm glad I decided to watch it again after all these years. One thing bothered me, and it's a minor, nerdy complaint. Steven Speilberg is listed as the writer and as producer of the film. Tobe Hooper, who directed the light-hearted romp "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre" is listed as the film's director. Yeah, no. Despite all the creepiness and the ghosts and clown dolls from hell, Poltergeist has a decidedly Speilberg quality to it-a certain sense of whimsy and wonder and stuff like that. Tobe Hooper doesn't make whimsical movies and it's my uneducated opinion that, for whatever reason, Steven Speilberg directed this movie and then lied about it. I may be wrong, I don't care. If someone wants to sue me for saying it, fine. I have no money, you'll be laughed out of court. Suck it.

I hate to end on a down note, but I'm gonna. They're remaking it. No word on who's gonna play what, but if I had a kid who was an actor, no way in hell would I let them be in it. Another downer: Poltergeist has something of a Curse attached to it. Most notably, Heather O'Rourke who played young Carol Anne (the TV talker) died at age 12 from septic shock; Dominique Dunne who played the oldest child was murdered at age 22 by her boyfriend. Not one for believing curses and stuff, but I don't like to tempt fate either. I'm careful like that.

I'm obviously doing these horror movie posts a little differently than I did last year, but for funsies I reckon I'll still put up the little Amazon link. It's just a minor service I provide when I can't think of any other way to end a post.

FIN.

:(

RIP

Lulz

I have to say, I've never been a big fan of Roger Ebert. He's never done anything to me personally, but I'm enough of a nerd that if I don't agree with someone's opinion of a film, I have it in me to loathe them. I'm just that petty, it's true. However since his battle with thyroid cancer, he's starting to grow on me. I guess when someone is faced with their own mortality, they either get all gloom and doomy or they lighten up. 'Ol Rog seems to have opted for the latter and based on what I'm about to post and a couple of other things he's said and done recently, he's achieved the near impossible and become one of the rare people in the world who've gone from my shit list to my "Eh, They're OK, I Guess" list.

What prompted this unforeseen change? His response to an unwieldy reader question in a column entitled Answer Man

Q. Yo dude, u missed out on "Disaster Movie," a hardcore laugh-ur-@zz-off movie! Y U not review this movie!? It was funny as #ell! Prolly the funniest movie of the summer! U never review these, wat up wit dat?
S.J. Stanczak, Chicago

A. Hey, bro, I wuz buzier than $#i+, @d they never shoed it b4 hand. I peeped in the IMDb and saw it zoomed to #1 as the low$ie$t flic of all time, wit @ lame-@zz UZer Rating of 1.3. U liked it? Wat up wit dat?

I doff my chapeau to you, snarky movie watching man.

On a related note, I will be starting up my October Horror Movie Thingamabob soon (aren't you excited? I am!), so if anyone has any film recommendations, I'll be glad to take them under advisement. I may or may not disregard them once I take them under advisement, but that's the risk you take with me.

For a refresher, These here are the ones I did last October.

Let the countdown to October Horror Movie Thingamabob 2008 begin!

God, I Wish This Was Real

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu*k

I got the lazies lately, and a tad of the busies and a little ennui (but not too much, I'm cool). And some other stuff I don't want to get into. I really don't have the energy to post anything other than a video. Feh.

RIP

Jerry Reed, a singer who became a good ol' boy actor in car chase movies like "Smokey and the Bandit," has died of complications from emphysema at 71.

His longtime booking agent, Carrie Moore-Reed, no relation to the star, said Reed died early Monday.

"He's one of the greatest entertainers in the world. That's the way I feel about him," Moore-Reed said.

Reed was a gifted guitarist who later became a songwriter, singer and actor.

As a singer in the 1970s and early 1980s, he had a string of hits that included "Amos Moses," "When You're Hot, You're Hot," "East Bound and Down" and "The Bird."

In the mid-1970s, he began acting in movies such as "Smokey and the Bandit" with Burt Reynolds, usually as a good ol' boy. But he was an ornery heavy in "Gator," directed by Reynolds, and a hateful coach in 1998's "The Waterboy," starring Adam Sandler...

Cont.

Welcome to the Party, Pal

Monday is September first and it also happens to be Labor Day. Labor Day is the unofficial end of summer as you may have heard, so I'm taking that as my cue to wrap up the 80s movies posts. I meant to post more often than I did this summer, but you know what they say: best laid plans of mice and men, blah blah blah, something about rabbits and a big retarded guy.

Anyhow, I had three movies left that I considered posting about. One was Fast Times at Ridgemont High. The only problem there was I only remember snippets of it (Jennifer Jason Leigh screwing that oily guy in the pool house and getting an abortion and Phoebe Cates' boobs being my most notable memories. And Mr. Hand, I loved Mr. Hand) and I didn't feel like watching it again. I think the blog header is sufficient.

Another choice was E.T. but I just wasn't feeling it. I loved E.T. and I remember it vividly, but my heart just isn't in it right now. I'd get to talking about it, start thinking of that damn flower dying and coming back to life at the end and I'd cry and then I'd get a headache and it's my birthday for christ's sake, I don't need that crap.

So I went with my third choice, which incidentally is my favorite out of the three movies. Matter of fact, it's probably my favorite action movie of all time, which isn't saying much because I don't really like action movies as a rule. I don't dislike the genre, but it's not my favorite. But this one I love. "This" being...



'Die Hard' from 1988

Featuring the acting talents of: Bruce Willis, Alan Rickman, Bonnie Bedelia, Reginald VelJohnson, William Atherton, Alexander Godunov and Clarence Gilyard Jr.

Genre: I done told you it was an action movie.

Plot: Cop goes to the worst Christmas party EVAR. Cuz there's terrorists there and stuff. Just wanted to be clear.

Yippee ki-what??: To fully appreciate Die Hard you have to consider the state of action films in the 1980s. Things took a downturn after the renegade film making of the late 60s and the 70s. The bulk of the first half of the 80s was spent in fear of the Russians, so we got stuff like 'Red Dawn'. You can cry "WOLVERINES!" at the top of your lungs as much as you like, it doesn't change the fact that 'Red Dawn' was a piece of doodoo. Then towards the mid-80s, America's emerging hate-on for the Middle East began and we were presented with stuff like 'Delta Force'. 'Delta Force' was fronted by Chuck Norris, whom I cannot stand, so the less I say there the better.

In both films (just to use them as examples indicative of the genre as a whole. My, that's a snooty sentence), the villains were just flat-out evil, with no character development to speak of. The heroes were boring and white bread with zero personality. We were supposed to accept that the foreigners were bad and the white folks were good, and we had to root for the good guy, even if he was kind of twatty.

Then in 1988, we were presented with that fuzzy haired guy from 'Moonlighting' as a hero for the modern age and quite frankly, he was pretty good. John McClane was funny, reasonably intelligent and bless his heart, a major smart ass. He didn't want to fight terrorists on his vacation, he just wanted to make up with his estranged wife and see his kids during the holidays. But hey, a bunch of Germans take your wife and her coworkers hostage during a party, you gotta do something, I guess.

Yes, Germans. You might think that making the bad guys German might be kind of a big throwback (although, "No one who speaks German could be an evil man"), but WAIT! Could it be that the head bad guy German was kinda not so bad? Admittedly, the rest of his henchman were kinda meh, but I could not bring myself to hate Alan Rickman's character. It might have to do with the fact that he was massively hot in this, but that's not the main reason. He too, was smart and kind of snarky, albeit evil as hell (you know how the bad guy says he's gonna count to three and then shoot the guy and never does? He did). So the smart and snarky thing coupled with the hot and evil thing, yeah, I liked Alan Rickman in this a WHOLE LOT. Like REALLY a LOT. Like I kinda wanna watch it right NOW a lot...

In short: Die Hard=s'good. Alan Rickman=s'hot.

Where they at?:

Bruce Willis has about 5 movies in the works, including a possible role in a remake of the "A-Team". Jesus wept.

Bonnie Bedelia stars in the upcoming "Sordid Lives: The Series". I totally need to see the movie that's based on. Remind me to hit Netflix when I get done here.

Reginald VelJohnson has 2 films in post-production. Of course he will forever be remembered as Carl WInslow on 'Family Matters', which I lapped up like chocolate covered crack back in the day. God, I was a stupid teenager.

William Atherton will appear in the fall tv series "Strokes" and just finished a voice-over for the new 'Ghostbusters' video game. He, of course, will be remembered as the asshole from "Real Genius".

Alan Rickman has 4 movies in the works, two of which are Harry Potter movies. Nice work if you can get it.

Alexander Godunov passed away in 1995.

Clarence Gilyard Jr. used to be on "Walker Texas Ranger", but hasn't been in much since it went off the air. His role in Die Hard was fairly minor, I just include him because I saw him once when I was in Dallas. Harper was in the hospital there and I was eating lunch in the cafeteria. I looked up as he was walking by and I went "Hey, it's the guy from that shitty Chuck Norris show". I don't think he heard me, but I felt kinda bad because he seemed like a nice guy, talking and shaking hands with everyone that came up to him. So, Clarence, if you heard me, I apologize. In my defense, I was giddy because I found out Harper was being released that day. Besides, it's not your fault the show sucked, it's Chuck Norris's, who as I may have mentioned, I cannot stand.

You know the drill

The Frogman

This isn't what I had intended when I said I'd make a new post, but whatareyagonnado, ya know? I think it's best not to explain this so just Click. It's worth it, I swear.

Do You Wanna Die...

I may or may not post this afternoon or tomorrow, depending on a number of factors. I'd try to be more vague than that, but I don't know if I can. To tide you over until then, you can listen to this. I woke up with this in my head, which may or may not mean something.

Maybe.

(It doesn't.)

Goodbye Boss Man. It's Quittin' Time

Harper goes back to school in approximately four hours and I'm starting to feel sane again (and wide awake. But sane) so we now return to your scheduled program already in progress.

Today's movie is:



1980's "Nine to Five"

Starring: Jane Fonda, Lily Tomlin, Dolly Parton and Dabney Coleman.

Genre: Comedy

Plot: A godless hippie (so sayeth my dad), a country singer and a comedienne kidnap their crummy boss so's they can get some work done.

Sisters are doin' it for themselves: Oh I just adore this movie. It's hilarious and it's one of my favorite movies from when I was a kid. I re-watched it a month or so ago for the first time in years and it hit me that women still have a long way to go in the workplace (I knew that already, it just hit me AGAIN is what I mean to say). It's depressing that the changes they made in the office after they kidnapped the old bastard are still fairly uncommon today, 28 years later. A lot of women still slave away for long hours and pay astronomical daycare fees, so in a lot of ways for a lot of people, 9 to 5 is practically a science fiction movie.

Bummer.

I reckon the thing that stood out to me the most in this movie was the fantasy sequence. At one point Lily Tomlin's character scores a joint from her son (the 80s were a different time, you see) and she and Jane and Dolly get baked and talk about how they've daydreamed of disposing of the boss. Dolly's fantasy is sort of a cowgirl-type deal. Jane's has a safari motif and Lily's...Well, I liked Lily's the best:



I think the cartoons were what put it over the top for me.

Where are they now?:

Jane Fonda came out of retirement in 2005 and has been in 2 films since then. She's also a total floozy. You get up offa my man, Jane Fonda!

Lily Tomlin has a movie in the works called "Sweet Baby Jesus" which intrigues me.

Dolly Parton is still singing her little heart out and will soon appear in-GASP-the Hannah Montana movie.

Dabney Coleman still pops up in various movies and tv shows, none of which will ever live up to the creepy badness of This. If any of you ever find that on DVD, I want-nay-I NEED to have it. Nevermind. Woo-hoo!

You can spend your hard-earned cash on 9 to 5 Here

You Guys Got crabs! That's What They Called Them in My Day. You Young People.

Quick one today because Harper is gone and I want to enjoy the silence (all I ever wanted, all I ever needed):



"The Last American Virgin" from 1982

Starring: Lawrence Monoson, Diane Franklin and Steve Antin.

Genre: Comedy

Plot: Goofy teen sex comedy about a guy who wants to lose his virginity. At least it starts out that way...

So now I come to you, with open aaaaarms: I saw this movie once over 20 years ago. My brother was babysitting me and I conned him into letting me watch this because I felt like if I watched it, I'd be getting away with something-ah to be a kid in the 80s with cable tv. Only time I've seen it, yet it stayed with me because it took a huge turn halfway and the ending was such a bummer. I'm relying on my increasingly decrepit memory here, but I'll try to sum it up. Spoilers? On my blog? It's more likely than you think.

The first hour of the movie is fairly generic teens-trying-to-get-laid stuff. It's a nice nerdy guy and his cool buddies and the coolest of the buddies knocks up his girlfriend. Cool buddy doesn't want a pregnant girlfriend so he dumps her. Nice nerdy guy really likes pregnant girl so he's all supportive and takes care of her after she gets an abortion. He ends up falling head over heels for her and tells her so and it's all so sweet and there's Journey playing in the background. It's lovely.

But then...

Nice nerdy guy buys her a bracelet (I think it was a bracelet, not totally sure). He's going to give her this bracelet at a party and it's going to be wonderful and they'll live happily ever after or some such. No. Nice nerdy guy spots formerly pregnant girl making out with cool buddy at the party. They're back together and he's standing there with a bracelet in his hand like an asshole. The end.

WHAT THE HELL?! That's not funny! I don't think the guy even got laid so as far as I know, he's STILL the last virgin in America.

Holy christ.

Where are they now?:

Who cares? I'm too depressed to look it up.

Pffft.

And Confront Him You Will

Today's movie:



1983's "Return of the Jedi"

Starring: Mark Hamill, Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher, Billy Dee Williams, Ian McDiarmid, and Alec Guinness.

Genre: Science Fiction

Plot: There's this fat blobby bad guy and some teddy bear things and a little old short dude dies and a chick in a gold bikini and a guy who hates his dad like a whole LOT...

It's a trap!: It feels weird posting about this movie alone since it's part of a trilogy (1-3 don't exist to me). I should post about Empire Strikes Back first, but RotJ feels more like an 80s movie to me than ESB does. Anyway.

I saw Star Wars for the first time about a year before this came out. I was about 6 or 7 and it blew my little butt away. It's rare when a person can actually pinpoint the moment in time when they made the transformation from normal person to nerd, but I can. After that, I set about acquiring every piece of Star Wars related crap I could get my hands on and when RotJ came out, there were a few days where this was the only thing out of my mouth: "MomcanIgoseeReturnoftheJedi? MomcanIgoseeReturnoftheJedi?"

I ended up seeing it twice in the theater, which believe me, even at that age was a big deal because I hate going to the movies. At that time, I liked it even more than Star Wars, despite the Ewoks. I knew my mind wasn't right at a young age because the girls in my class who had been forced to see it lost their shit over the cute little bastards. Me, I was crazy about the first act, the one with Jabba the Hutt.

It was SO COOL to me and I didn't know why. Some obese slimy creature and his mutant pals and a half-naked woman that I cared nothing about-why did the whole thing appeal to me so much? It took me a long time to figure it out and now I know-I liked it because it was like a PG-rated Caligula. It was all so sordid and gross and forbidden. People being eaten, shady deals going on in the shadows, captive women, revenge-not only was a I nerd at a young age, I was apparently well on my way to becoming a pervert because I wanted to MOVE there and live with the mutants and the freaks and the criminals. Ewoks? Screw cute, give me ugly any day.

My Star Wars junk is long gone and I'm not as big a fan of it as I once was, but I'll always have a place for it in my heart. My dark, twisted, perverted heart.

Where are they now?:

Mark Hamill does voice-over work, most notably as the Joker on "Batman: The Animated Series".

Harrison Ford is Harrison Ford. He's a little aged, but he was still pretty hot in the last Indiana Jones movie.

Carrie Fisher writes and still acts. She has 2 movies in various stages of completion.

Billy Dee Williams has two movies in post-production.

Ian McDiarmid is currently filming a tv movie where he plays the husband of former British PM Margaret Thatcher.

Alec Guinness became more powerful than you could possibly imagine in August of 2000. RIP.

You can get it Here. That includes both the good version and the "WTF was George Lucas thinking?!" version from a few years back.