Okay, I need to come clean a bit as I’m already getting some heat for my ‘Los Angeles for The Entitled’ posts and they’ve only been up a day or so.

Look, Los Angeles isn’t a bad place, okay? It’s just the people who make it bad – a lot like Paris.

But the city itself is cloaked in as much wonderful history as it is hauntings- old architecture, unless it gets used as an exterior for a movie, will either be forgotten, torn-down, or both.

So, being car-less, I decided to follow an old book I picked up at a used bookstore some time back, a wonderful pictorial dealing with the amazing old buildings that surround the desperate and self-conscious town. Read More »

As bad as I talk about this town, it did provide us boys some influential figures. Guys that we tried very, very hard to become. And, when you grow up in Oklahoma, you’re on the bottom of the list for entry into the zeitgeist of cool – if you don’t believe me, check the sales last year for Hypercolor t-shirts.

So, when a film like Rebel Without A Cause came out, it made the rest of us cooler. There’s nothing I can write about James Dean that hasn’t already been written, so just go ahead and insert that first memory of seeing his gorgeous face on the screen, or, in my case, drive-in movie theater screen.

As stated, I was late to the whole film world and up until hearing Jim Stark’s opinions on chickie runs, or roses and sunshine, I only had The Karate Kid to follow after.

And now that I found myself in Los Angeles, I decided to visit the location of the best scene from that picture. Read More »