REFLECTIONS: PETER DINKLAGE ON ELF

Peter Dinklage on "Elf" (2003): "Everybody asks me about Will Ferrell, because I knew him for about three days. But he's extraordinarily funny, and he's quiet between takes. I thought that was interesting. I think a lot of great male comic actors are introspective, quiet personalities, which I really admire. But they are really able to turn it up when the camera's on. I really enjoyed that movie, and the final result that Jon Favreau made was really entertaining. I had a good time. And it's shot in Vancouver, which is a very pretty city."

Dinklage has achondroplasia, a genetic disorder which affects bone growth. As a result, he is 4 feet 5 inches tall, with an average-sized head and torso but shorter than average limbs. He has come to accept his condition, but sometimes found it challenging when growing up. In 2003, he said that when he was younger he was often angry and bitter, but that as he got older, he realized he "just [has] to have a sense of humor" to know "that it's not your problem. It's theirs."

When asked in 2012 whether he saw himself as 'a spokesman for the rights of little people', Dinklage said: "I don't know what I would say. Everyone's different. Every person my size has a different life, a different history. Different ways of dealing with it. Just because I'm seemingly okay with it, I can't preach how to be okay with it." He has nonetheless been viewed as a role-model for people sharing his condition. 

"I feel really lucky; Although I hate that word-'lucky.' It cheapens a lot of hard work. Living in Brooklyn in an apartment without any heat and paying for dinner at the bodega with dimes-I don't think I felt myself lucky back then. Doing plays for 50 bucks and trying to be true to myself as an artist and turning down commercials where they wanted a leprechaun. Saying I was lucky negates the hard work I put in and spits on that guy who's freezing his ass off back in Brooklyn. So I won't say I'm lucky. I'm fortunate enough to find or attract very talented people. For some reason I found them, and they found me."

CELEBRITY ADS: EVE ARDEN

 Here is the great actress Eve Arden and an adverstisement for Christmas for a personalized door mat. This is from around 1955...

THE TRAGIC LIFE OF NICK REINER

Nick Reiner’s story begins in the glow of Hollywood privilege. Born in 1993 to acclaimed director Rob Reiner and photographer Michele Singer Reiner, his childhood was surrounded by cinematic legends and red-carpet glamour. But behind the scenes, Nick’s life was unraveling. By the age of fifteen, he had entered his first rehab program, marking the start of a long and painful battle with addiction.

What followed were years of chaos. Nick cycled through more than a dozen treatment centers, often rejecting his parents’ pleas for help. His addiction drove him to the streets, where he spent nights homeless in places like Maine, New Jersey, and Texas. He later admitted that during those dark years, survival was pure luck. “I could’ve died,” he said, reflecting on the razor-thin line between life and death that defined his existence.

In 2015, Nick tried to transform his suffering into art. He co-wrote Being Charlie, a semi-autobiographical film directed by his father. The story mirrored his own struggles—a young man spiraling through addiction and failed rehabs. For a brief moment, the project brought father and son closer, bridging years of emotional distance. Yet even as the film offered hope, the underlying pain remained unresolved. Rob and Michele spoke candidly about their frustration with rehab programs, admitting they clung to professionals’ advice even when Nick insisted it wasn’t working.

Then came the unimaginable. On December 14, 2025, Rob and Michele were found brutally murdered in their Brentwood home. Their throats had been slashed in what police described as a horrific scene. Hours later, Nick was arrested and booked on a felony charge, with bail set at four million dollars. The LAPD’s Robbery-Homicide Division launched an investigation that stunned Hollywood and left friends and family reeling. Reports suggest their daughter, Romy, discovered the bodies—a detail that adds another layer of heartbreak to an already devastating tragedy.

Nick Reiner’s life reads like a modern Greek tragedy: a privileged beginning overshadowed by addiction, years of homelessness and despair, a fleeting redemption through art, and finally, a catastrophic collapse that shattered his family. It is a story of wealth and fame, but also of vulnerability, broken systems, and unanswered cries for help. In the end, Nick’s torment consumed not only himself but the very people who loved him most...

RIP: ROB REINER

Rob Reiner was born on March 6, 1947, in the Bronx, New York, into a family that lived and breathed entertainment. His father, Carl Reiner, was a comedy legend, and his mother, Estelle, was an actress and singer. In 1959, the family moved to Los Angeles, where Rob attended Beverly Hills High School alongside future stars like Albert Brooks and Richard Dreyfuss. Later, he studied film at UCLA, setting the stage for a career that would redefine Hollywood storytelling.

Reiner first captured America’s attention as Michael “Meathead” Stivic on All in the Family, a role that earned him two Emmy Awards and cemented his place in television history. But acting was only the beginning. In 1984, he stepped behind the camera to direct This Is Spinal Tap, a satirical masterpiece that became a cult classic. What followed was an extraordinary run: Stand by Me, The Princess Bride, When Harry Met Sally…, Misery, and A Few Good Men. These films didn’t just entertain—they became cultural touchstones. In 1987, Reiner co-founded Castle Rock Entertainment, the studio behind hits like Seinfeld and The Shawshank Redemption, further shaping the landscape of modern cinema.

His talents weren’t confined to directing. Reiner appeared in films such as Sleepless in Seattle, Bullets Over Broadway, and The Wolf of Wall Street, proving his versatility as an actor. He continued directing well into the 2000s, with projects like Being Charlie, a deeply personal film inspired by his son’s struggles with addiction.

Reiner’s personal life was as rich as his professional one. He married actress Penny Marshall in 1971 and adopted her daughter, Tracy, before divorcing in 1981. In 1989, he married photographer Michele Singer, and together they raised three children—Jake, Nick, and Romy—while building a life grounded in creativity and advocacy.

Beyond Hollywood, Reiner was a passionate activist. He championed marriage equality, fought for early childhood education, and co-founded the American Foundation for Equal Rights. His voice carried weight not just in film but in the fight for social justice.

On December 14, 2025, tragedy struck when Rob Reiner and Michele Singer were found dead in their Brentwood home, victims of an apparent double homicide. The investigation continues, but the loss is immeasurable. Rob Reiner’s legacy is one of laughter, love, and fearless storytelling—a life that bridged art and activism, leaving behind films that will endure for generations...

SEVENTY YEARS AGO: A STAR IS BORN

On this date in 1955, at the 27th Academy Awards, Grace Kelly won Best Actress for "The Country Girl" (1954) over Judy Garland, who was heavily favored to win for "A Star Is Born" (1954). Garland could not attend the ceremony, having recently given birth to her third child, son Joey Luft.

Reluctant to miss the chance to capture Garland’s postnatal victory, NBC promptly invaded her maternity ward. “They built a tower for the TV cameras outside my hospital window,” Garland told the United Press two weeks later. “There were cameras, people, microphones all over the place.”

More details spilled out as the legendary entertainer retold the story over the years: the furry bed jacket she used to cover up her mic wires, the makeshift Venetian blind entrusted to the terrified nurse, the friend who happened to be visiting and was promptly ordered to get on the floor.

But much to Hollywood’s surprise, William Holden announced that the Oscar for Best Actress in a Leading Role was Kelly. In a haze of manically applied powder and hairspray, Garland watched as the NBC crew packed their equipment and left the building.

Groucho Marx later sent her a telegram expressing that her loss was "the biggest robbery since Brink's."
Ever the professional, however, Garland took it in stride, turning the whole incident into a funny anecdote to open her songs. When she recapped the story on her variety show eight years later, she pulled the same furry bed jacket out of a trunk, draped it over her shoulders and sighed, “This reminds me of the Academy Award that I lost.”

Ironically, in "A Star is Born," Garland's character wins the Oscar, and, in the middle of her acceptance speech, her character's husband (played by James Mason) interrupts her speech, rambling and pacing back and forth in front of her. While begging for work from the assembled and embarrassed Hollywood community, he accidentally strikes Garland in the face...

STAR FRIENDS: FRANK SINATRA AND NAT KING COLE

Nat King Cole was an enormously popular crooner, earning $4,500 a week in Las Vegas in 1956. He headlined at the whites-only Thunderbird Hotel, where he wasn't allowed to venture beyond the showroom and the cook's resting area behind the kitchen. Cole's road manager was given a room in the hotel because he was white, but the high-paid feature attraction had to find other accommodations. He regularly stayed in a rooming house on the West Side.

 
Frank Sinatra was a great fan of Cole's. While performing at the Sands, Sinatra noticed that Cole almost always ate his dinner alone in his dressing room. Sinatra asked his valet, a black man named George, to find out why. George explained the facts to Frank. "Coloreds aren't allowed in the dining room at the Sands."

 
Sinatra was enraged. He told the maitre d' and the waitresses that if it ever happened again, he'd see that everyone was fired. The next night, Sinatra invited Cole to dinner, making his guest the first black man to sit down and eat in the the Garden Room at the Sands....

THE EARLY YEARS OF FATS WALLER

Before the world knew him as “Fats,” the jovial jazz virtuoso with a grin as wide as his stride piano style, Thomas Wright Waller was just a boy growing up in the vibrant, music-soaked streets of Harlem, New York. Born on May 21, 1904, to Adeline, a church organist, and Edward Waller, a Baptist lay preacher, young Thomas was surrounded by both discipline and melody—a combination that would shape his life in unexpected ways.

From the age of six, Thomas was drawn to the piano like a moth to flame. He played the reed organ at his father’s open-air sermons, absorbing the rhythms of gospel and the structure of classical music. His mother, a talented musician herself, introduced him to the works of J.S. Bach, while his grandfather, Adolph Waller, a respected violinist from Virginia, added another layer of musical heritage to the boy’s upbringing. 

But Harlem in the early 1900s was more than just church music—it was becoming the beating heart of Black artistic expression. As the Harlem Renaissance began to bloom, so did the young Waller’s curiosity. He was captivated by the sounds spilling out of clubs and rent parties, where jazz was being born in real time. Despite his father’s disapproval—he called jazz “music from the Devil’s workshop”—Thomas couldn’t resist the pull. 

By his early teens, he was working in a grocery store to pay for music lessons, and soon dropped out of DeWitt Clinton High School to pursue music full-time. His first steady gig was as an organist at Harlem’s Lincoln Theatre, and it wasn’t long before he caught the attention of James P. Johnson, the legendary stride pianist who became his mentor. Johnson introduced him to the world of rent parties, where Waller’s infectious energy and dazzling technique quickly made him a favorite. 

The nickname “Fats” came early—an affectionate nod to his size, but also to his larger-than-life personality. He was already composing, performing, and charming audiences with a mix of virtuosity and humor that would become his trademark. By the time he was 20, he had written his first hit, “Squeeze Me”, and was well on his way to becoming one of the most beloved figures in American music. 

In those early years, Waller wasn’t just learning music—he was living it, absorbing the pulse of Harlem, the discipline of classical training, and the improvisational spirit of jazz. His story is one of joy, rebellion, and genius, all wrapped in the rhythm of a piano that never stopped swinging....