s I've mentioned numerous times to anyone who wil listen (and they thank me later). The only thing worse than Canadian Television is a Canadian theatrical movie. It's the kiss of death in video wholesale.
It could be black and white, letterboxed and foreign and I'd still sell it. However if you utter the phrase "It's Canadian" people will abandon it like an ugly kid at a carnival.
If B movie star Michael Pare ever did anything right besides Eddie & the Cruisers (and that's a stretch) it's that he gave us Jessica Pare, his nubile hot young daughter (she's legal - shut up) who makes her film debut as a small town girl who gets discovered and promptly baptized into the world of high class glamour modeling.
But who would have guessed... it's not all that glamorous. It's actually quite seedy and not so nice. Boo-Hoo. If I made six figures a month showing off my ass in the latest spandex thong or mini skirt you wouldn't have to ask me twice.
I always laugh out loud when celebrities whine about their privacy always being compromised by paparazzi, rabid fans and divorce lawyers (shut up Tom Cruise). They own eight cars, three houses, islands and efficient clothing sweat shops in Mexico and I'm supposed to relate to their pain?
I guess I would get steamed if every time I decided to vacuum in my boxers while watching Blue Nuit it ended up in the Enquirer.