The Revenge of Lana Clarkson

     I got shocked by a movie on HBO or Showtime, one or the other.....about Phil Spector. Al Pacino was Phil and David Mamet directed, and Helen Mirren plus Jeff Tambor played lawyers, the whole deal came together.

           Painting a picture of an old guy who wants to be a young guy, using make-up, wigs , guns, yes guns, to instill that idea about him being  a cool manly type guy.
 With a huge house in LA, left over from his better times, before he was a wizened old rich fuck, that wants to "Bring Back Mono."
not well known enough to get any play anymore, all alone but for servants, this is the guy who put shit out for us to hear like ''Unchained Melody" and "Be My Baby" by,respectively, The Righteous Brothers and The Ronnettes, one of whom ,Ronnie, married the dude.
  In the lexicon and history of rock and roll production, music production, he's way up there,  like Tom Dowd, or Jimmy Miller.
He worked with the Beatles for christsakes.
              Now, Phil is so weird that he ends up in prison for being Phil.
 No, he ended up in prison because he didn't have a single fucking soul left to take care of him, to get him an escort service and always go with him where ever he went to keep him straight.
No one.
It's not right.
         
      From the movie and the  lawyers he hired, who got a mistrial for his first case, I don't think he killed Lana Clarkson, like Ted Kennedy didn't really kill Mary Joe down the Vineyard that night, because he could get out and she couldn't.
Someone, some fuckin' body, should have had Phil on a leash.
They do now.