Every Sunday during my childhood, my parents would drag me to the countryside to visit my grandparents, and I would get a bit bored being the only kid there. With nothing else to do, I would channel surf, which didn’t take too long to do with only seven channels. KZMO-TV would play three to four movies back-to-back, and I recall watching a movie with Henry Winkler and Harrison Ford. That occurred over 30 years ago, so I have little to no memory of what the movie was actually about. I didn’t know of the film's name until recently when Mill Creek Entertainment released Heroes (1977: PG; 113 minutes) on Blu-ray (Amazon, Best Buy, Walmart).

Regis Philbin and John Saxon passed away over the weekend. Can 2020 get any worse?

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The 2019 acclaimed documentary You Don’t Nomi (Not Rated; 92 minutes) landed on DVD and Blu-ray today from RLJE Film (part of the AMC Networks). Written and directed by Jeffery McHale, the documentary tells the tale about one of the biggest flops in Hollywood history - Showgirls.

Directed by legendary Paul Verhoeven and written by Joe Eszterhas, Showgirls should have been a big hit in the Fall of 1995, but thanks to an NC-17 rating and poor reviews, the film flopped at the box office. The movie fared better on home video, bringing in over $100 million. Though it’s on the “worst films” list in history, it has become a cult classic.

The documentary isn’t about the making of the film. Instead, the director mostly focuses on how the movie dug itself out of being one of the biggest flops to becoming a cult adoration.

I was in Junior High when Showgirls arrived in theatres in 1995 and having grown up watching Saved By the Bell, I, along with every male classmate, wanted to see Elizabeth Berkley (or otherwise known as Jessie Spano) strip down to her birthday suit. An NC-17 movie would never play around my insignificant Midwest town, so I had to wait to view Showgirls when it premiered on Showtime. Luckily, I had a television in my bedroom because it would have been embarrassing to watch it with my parents. Hell, it was embarrassing to watch it by myself.

Sleazy is the only word to describe Showgirls. The film studio, MGM, promoted it as an erotic-drama, but there's nothing sexy about it. You would know what I'm talking about if you saw the movie.

You Don’t Nomi is a well-made and intriguing documentary. It features critical analysis from critics and fans and reveals the hypocrisy of Hollywood. While I’m not a big fan of Showgirls by any means, after watching the documentary, I now want to re-watch the film with a fresh perspective. If you’re a diehard Showgirls fan, then I recommend seeing You Don’t Nomi.

I hope everyone has had a better week than me.

My elderly cat, Gaby, suddenly turned for worse. She was fully grown (3 or 4 years old?) when she came into my home on December 26, 2007. For the past six months, her health has gone downhill. She could no longer climb downstairs to use the litter box, so I had to move it closer to her bed. She had dementia. She would get confused when trying to locate her food dish, even when it was right under her nose. When she had an issue climbing into the litter box, I had to cut down two of the sides and cover the edges with duct tape. Then she could easily step in and out of the litter box.

On Tuesday night, Gaby was acting like her usual self. The following morning, she couldn’t step out of her bed without falling and she refused to eat anything. I decided it was time to have her put to sleep. I called the vet, but couldn’t get an appointment until July 22nd. I checked with other veterinarians in the area, but they’re booked until August. This is all because of the damn COVID-19 virus! The social distancing guidelines have caused veterinarians to fall behind.

Gaby passed away at 3:30 AM on Saturday. Since Wednesday, I have gone without sleep to stay by her side and take care of her. I buried Gaby next to her younger adopted brother, Fred, a fat Tabby cat who died in 2014.