The Coyote Makes a Phone Call

August 20, 2026 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good afternoon. Gigi the Parti poodle here to introduce this week’s blog. Crispin and his cohorts had pounced upon the original catnapper who had kidnapped our beloved Demeter, and later Madeline and Edison. The woman in the silk camo dress and the woman in the olive trench coat stood stunned and terrified as two of the coyotes turned towards them and advanced.

“Gigi,” Bernard D. Bunny said hopping up to me, “I think the man in the Hummer might be getting out.”

“That evil dung beetle,” I cursed. “We must stop him.”

“I think he might have a baseball bat as well.”

“But of course he does. Ruffles, back up the van.”

“Back up the van,” Ruffles said. “Back up the van.”

Ruffles began backing up the van as the man with tattoos stepped out of his monstrosity and began tromping towards the coyotes. The man was stunned to see the van backing up towards him and he jumped back.

One of the coyotes pounced on the woman in the silk dress and another pounced on the woman in the olive trench coat knocking them both to the ground.

“Get off me, cur,” the woman in the olive trench coat yelled

The woman in the silk camo dress screamed and appeared most displeased to have a coyote standing on her chest. At that exact moment I realized I had forgotten to lock the passenger’s side door, because the man with the tattoos flung it open and grabbed me.

“Gigi!” I heard everyone in the van scream as the brutal beast began hauling me over to the Hummer.

“Gigi, Gigi!” I heard the twin dachshunds howling in unison.

Terror coursed through my arteries as the villain’s wretched breath heaved down upon my beautiful curls. My heart palpitated as it never has before. I despise being held and to be held by such a dreadful ghoul as this was enough to make me bite…which I did.

The tattooed man was most displeased by my behavior. He pulled his wounded hand away, stunned. It would have been a great moment of glory for me, had he not swatted me on the nose. I did not take kindly to this. I snarled and went to bite him again, when he pulled out a squirt gun and sprayed me in the face. I was shocked, wet, and upset. I tried to bite him again and water went up my nose. I snorted and wheezed. Suddenly, I was being shoved into a dreaded dog carrier. Or in this case a cat carrier. I flung my paws out and pressed them against the sides of the entrance to stop myself from being pushed inside. I barked a shrill ear-piercing bark, but it was to no avail. The man plucked my paws off the sides of the carrier, pushed me into the cavernous trap, and locked the door.

In the distance, I heard police sirens going off. I could tell they were getting nearer. Tattoo man climbed into his vehicle and started the engine. I barked wildly and chewed on the plastic bars of my cage. The man backed up the Hummer. I could still hear the desperate mews and barks of my beloved friends crying out for me. The man whipped the Hummer backwards, threw the vehicle into drive when all at once he was blocked in by police cars in front of him and in back.

Officers disembarked their prowlers, pointed guns at him and shouted, “Get out of the car with your hands up!”

Tattoo man turned off the engine and shook his head. He climbed out of the Hummer, dropped to his knees and held his hands up. Within moments, the police had zip ties around his wrists. Crispin’s fellow coyotes stepped off the two women, and they too had zip ties swiftly applied to their wrists. Crispin stepped off the original catnapper, trotted past the officers and over to the Hummer where I was still incarcerated in the cat carrier.

“See,” he said as he peered into the wretched cage at me with a smug grin, “I was right. I called the police.”

Until next week, I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

You can check out my books Chicane and all five installments of the Musicology book series Musicology: Volume One, Baby!, Musicology: Volume Two, Kid!, Musicology: Volume Three, Twist!, Musicology: Volume Four, Sweetie! and Musicology: The Epiquad on Amazon in Kindle and Paperback editions. You can also check out Musicology’s web site at www.musicologyrocks.com and vote for who you think will win Musicology!

BEST OF THE EMMY NOMINATIONS

SPIDER-NOIR (2026)-AMAZON PRIME

For the second week of the best of the Emmy Nominations, I’ve selected this fantastic entertaining spin on Spiderman. The show has received a total of eleven nominations for Outstanding Production Design, Outstanding Cinematography for a Series (One Hour), Outstanding Title Design, Outstanding Music Composition for a Series (Original Dramatic Score), Outstanding Original Music and Lyrics, Outstanding Sound Editing for a Comedy or Drama Series (One Hour), Outstanding Sound Mixing for a Comedy or Drama Series (One Hour), Outstanding Special Visual Effects in a Single Episode, Outstanding Stunt Coordination for Comedy Programming, and Outstanding Stunt Performance. One unique element of the show is it can be watched either in color or black and white. I chose black and white, which looks fantastic.

The show is based on the Spider-Man Noir comic book series which was originally released in February 2009. The story, set in the 1930’s in Manhattan, follows a middle-aged WWI veteran, now private detective, named Ben Reilly (Nicholas Cage who should have received an Outstanding Actor in a Drama Emmy nod). Ben has a drinking problem intensified by the fact that he believes himself responsible for the death of his beloved fiancée Ruby Williams (Amanda Schull) five years prior. He used to be The Spider, the city’s hero but after Ruby’s death he put his mask away. He now works with his long-time secretary Janet Ruiz (Karen Rodriguez who also deserved a Supporting Actress nomination) and occasionally relies on the assistance of his buddy Joseph “Robbie” Robertson (Lamorne Morris) a hard-working freelance journalist.

One day, Ben is hired by a man named Carmedy to investigate his wife, a nightclub singer named Cat Hardy (well-acted by Li Jun Li) for infidelity. But upon digging deeper, Ben finds Cat is not married to Carmedy, and she has some strange involvement with the mayor of Manhattan. He takes pictures of her and the mayor and decides to go to her with the negatives.

In addition, he’s been hired by a man named Winston (Lucas Haas) to hunt down a man named Addison (Jack Mikesell) whom Winston believes burned down the house of his employer, the highly powerful crime boss Silvermane (Brendan Gleeson who also deserved an Emmy nomination). Ben finds out Winston also hired another private eye named Donegal (Cameron Britton) to locate Addison.

One night both Ben and Donegal trail Addison to the Standard Oil Company. Donegal gets there first and Ben hangs back in the shadows. When Donegal tries to approach Addison, Addison shows he can self-ignite himself into flames. He tries to burn up Donegal, but Donegal shoots and kills him causing the highly flammable Standard Oil location to catch fire. Donegal and Ben both get out on time. Ben later goes to the nightclub where Cat performs in hopes of blackmailing her for the negatives only to find out there may be more men like Addison and him self with special powers.

Rounding out the cast are Cary Christopher as Frankie, a wisecracking orphan and Joe Massigal, Scott MacArthur and Jack Huston as Silvermane’s henchmen.

Open the Pod Bay Doors

August 7, 2026 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good afternoon. Gigi the Parti poodle here to introduce this week’s blog. Bernard D. Bunny pulled the van up to Chrispin’s abode, which was essentially the wooded area by the curb of the cul de sac where the van was parked before.

He calmly strolled up to the passenger’s side of the van where I was sitting. As he approached, I cautiously rolled down the window. He sat on his haunches and asked, “Where are the catnappers?”

“In the van”, I barked.

“You going to open the door?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Perhaps.” I turned to Bernard and said, “Crispin wants us to open the door.”

“Not a chance,” Bernard said. “He’s a bloodthirsty predator.”

“Which is why we drove the catnappers here to be delt with.”

“How are we going to get the catnappers out of the van if we don’t open the door?”

“A fair question.”

Bernard pointed his paw forward. “We could tell Crispin to stand way over there at the edge of the cul de sac and then we could have Charlotte and Ruffles slide open the side door, push the catnappers out and then slam the door back shut.”

“Good idea. Let me tell Charlotte and Ruffles the plan.” I hurried back to Charlotte and whispered the idea to her.

“I will be ready when you are,” she said.

Then I hopped over to Ruffles and told him the plan as well. “I can do that,” he said. “I can do that.”

“Fantastic,” I said and then hurried back to Bernard. “Let’s tell Crispin to move back to the edge of the cul de sac and we’ll open the door and roll them out and shut the door.”

“What are you doing?” the woman in the olive raincoat said.

“We’ve taken you back to where you started,” I said.

“This isn’t the parking lot.”

I ignored her and ran back to the passenger seat. “Crispin?”

“Yes,” Crispin said.

“I need you to go over to the opposite side of the cul de sac and we’ll open the door and roll them out.”

“Why should I do that?”

“You’re a blood thirsty predator.”

“I take offence to that.”

“I apologize but you need to see it from our point of view.”

He shrugged, lifted his paw and studied his claws. “Where’s my toy?”

“Don’t worry, I have your toy. My novelist got me a new one and I will bring it to you. And just remember, we don’t want you to attack we just want you to terrify.”

“Terrifying is my thing.”

“Great.”

“Which stuffed toy is it?”

“What?”

“Which stuffed toy is it?”

“A leopard.”

“Awesome.”

Crispin rose and began walking over to the other side of the cul de sac when a pair of headlights pulled in behind the van. Bernard looked in the rearview mirror and motioned for me to come back to the front. “It’s the man with the shaved head and tattoos,” he told me.

I looked up in the rearview mirror. The man turned off his headlights and started to dismount the garish orange Hummer. “Our plan remains the same. Let’s do it.”

“What about Crispin? He can’t take on all three of them.”

“I thought you said he was a blood thirsty predator.”

“He is but he’s still on our side.”

“You have a point. Let’s stick with the plan but not leave. If Crispin needs help, we still have the van.”

“Can’t the man just hop back in the Hummer and mow us over?”

“Belle, I have a job for you.”

“Okay,” Belle said meekly.

“I want you to hop up here on the dash and watch the man with the shaved head and tattoos. If he heads back to the Hummer, I need you to jump on the horn.”

“I can do that.”

“Good. Now we have an alarm system. Bernard, get ready.”

“Okay,” Bernard said.

“Charlotte, Ruffles, open the Pod Bay doors!”

Until next week, I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

STREAM OF THE WEEK: THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY (1966)-AMAZON PRIME, PLUTO, ROKU, TUBI

It’s hard to believe that one of the greatest westerns ever made was not nominated for a single Oscar. To be fair, it was a tough year with In the Heat of the Night, Bonnie and Clyde, The Graduate, Cool Hand Luke and Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner all nominated in the same year. Yet, there was still plenty of room for this incredible never a dull moment classic to take its place at the table.

If you ask your parents, or maybe grandparents, they will tell you before video, DVD, Tivo, and the Internet, every May for five days straight was Clint Eastwood Week. This meant every night, Monday thru Friday at 8:00 pm sharp you needed to be in your chair in front of the television ready to watch one of five great films starring a thirtysomething man who would become a movie star, composer, and four-time Oscar winner twice for director and twice for producer. And the zenith of all the cinema for that short run was this timeless western classic about three anti-heroes in search of buried gold.

The film was directed by the incredibly talented Sergio Leoni who is the mind behind the first two films about the Man with No Name. The story takes place during the Civil War where two outlaw drifters run a scam to collect bounty money. Tuco (Eli Wallach who should have been nominated for an Oscar for his landmark performance) is wanted…for a lot of crimes: murder, armed robbery, theft of sacred objects, kidnapping, rape, statutory rape, counterfeiting and passing counterfeit money, bigamy, desertion, inciting prostitution, receiving and selling stolen goods, using marked cards and loaded dice, highway robbery, cattle rustling, derailing a train to rob passengers, hiring himself out as a wagon train guide and deserting, misrepresenting himself as a Mexican general, intention to sell fugitive slaves, illegal postal pickup, assaulting a Justice of the Peace, and vandalism and arson in places of high authority.

Tuco (the ugly) is captured by the Man with No Name (the good) which Tuco refers to as Blondie (Clint Eastwood in his iconic role) and drug into the nearest town. The town then pays Blondie the bounty, and Tuco is put on a horse with his hands tied behind his back and a noose around his neck. When they are about to set the horse free, Blondie, an excellent marksman, shoots the rope sending the horse running with Tuco free on its back. These two have been pulling this con for a while.

In the meantime, a man dressed all in black (the bad) named Sentenza aka Angel Eyes (played with gleeful villainy by Lee Van Cleef), a gun for hire, hunts down a man family man named Stevens (Antonio Casas). Stevens, a former Confederate soldier knows the whereabouts of a man named Bill Carson (Antonio Casale) who knows where $200,000 is hidden. As Angel Eyes hunts for Bill Carson, Tuco and Blondie find themselves at odds with each other and in a moment of sheer luck stumble into knowledge about where the $200,000 might be.

Places, Everyone! Places!

July 23, 2026 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good afternoon. It is I Gigi the parti poodle here to introduce this week’s…alright, places everyone! Places!

“I can’t remember where I was last time. I can’t remember where I was.”

Calm down, Ruffles. You had just knocked the woman in the silk camo dress to the floor and commenced to stand on top of her as the cats surrounded her and growled.

“Oh, yes. That’s right. Yes, that’s right.”

“I have no intention of being knocked to the floor again. I’ll just lie down on the van floor.”

That works just fine, woman in the camo dress. Alright, Charlotte. Are you ready?

“Just a second. I need to get into character.”

“You’ve had two weeks to get back into character.”

“Oh, do shut up would you, Bruiser.”

“Just because you studied method acting, Charlotte, it doesn’t give you the right to judge the rest of us.”

“Can we just get this over with, little dog? I came out of retirement to play this part.”

“Tell me, woman in the olive trench coat, were you a method actor?”

“What’s your name again, little dog?”

“Bruiser.”

“Well, Bruiser, I’ve studied several types of acting methods: the Stanislavsky System, the Meisner Technique, the Adler Technique, the Chekhov Technique, and practical techniques from David Mammet and William H. Macy.”

“I suppose you think that makes you special.”

“Yes, actually, I do.”

“Gigi, what do you mean by “the cats surrounded her and growled”? I find that vague. I feel like I need better motivation here.”

It means exactly what it says, Demeter. You, your sister Artemis, Madeline, and Edison surround the woman in the olive trench coat who is trying to buy cats on the black market. Together you want to show her you are mad, and you mean business.

“There are many ways a cat can convey that they mean business. We can flatten our ears, we can puff our tails, we can flick or thump our tails on the ground. I feel we need a bit more direction here.”

“I agree with my sister, Demeter. We have other options here.”

Alright, Artemis. Fine. You can growl, hiss, and do all those things. Whatever feels natural to you.

“I want to say for the record I was already flattening my ears when I growled.”

Thank you for your fortitude, Madeline. If you’re growling as well as flattening your ears or any other cat gestures, I am fine with it.

“What if I decide I want to reach out and scratch the woman in the olive trench coat?”

That is not an acceptable motivation, Edison. You might end up scratching Charlotte instead.

“I refuse to get scratched. If you scratch me…”

No one is going to scratch you, Charlotte. That’s why we’ve done all the blocking.

“Gigi, why don’t I have any lines?”

I’m sorry, Belle. I will look over the script and see if I can write a couple of lines for you.

“Thank you, Gigi. I appreciate you looking out for my little sister.”

You’re welcome, Bernard. Are we all ready now?

“Yes!”

Fantastic, we’ll take it from here next week. And to you, dear reader, I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

**STREAM OF THE WEEK: BLOW OUT (1981)-TUBI & ROKU CHANNEL**

This week’s feature is a fantastic neo-noir mystery thriller film from Brian DePalma who wrote the script with Bill Mesce Jr. The movie is based on the 1966 French film classic Blow Up directed and co-written by Michelangelo Antonioni which was based on the short story “Las babas del diablo” by Julio Florencio Cortázar. The title essentially means “the devil’s drool”. The short story is about an amateur photographer who believes he has taken a photo of a sinister act between a middle-aged female prostitute and a teenaged boy. Blow Out was praised for DePalma’s imaginative direction, Vilmos Zsigmond’s fantastic cinematography and John Travolta and Nancy Allen’s excellent performances.

Jack Terry (John Travolta) is a sound technician for low budget slasher films. His most recent outing is called Co-Ed Frenzy in which a knife wielding psychopath is stalking a house of college girls. When he reaches the naked girl in the shower, the actress’s scream is less than convincing. Jack’s longtime business partner, producer Sam (Peter Boyden) asks Jack to find an actress who can scream convincingly and to go out and record better sounds of ominous wind.

Jack packs up his equipment and heads out to a nearby park at night. He stands on a bridge and begins filming the wind. He also hears a couple on a second bridge below, a frog croaking, and an owl hooting. As he is recording a car comes barreling down the road below. Suddenly, Jack hears a bang and then the car drives off the road and into the lake. He sets down his equipment and hurries down to the lake as a man under the bridge named Manny Karp (Denni Franz) runs away. Jack dives into the lake where he finds the car. The driver, a man in a suit is dead, but in the driver’s seat a young woman named Sally Bedina (Nancy Allen) is still alive. Jack rescues Sally and takes her to the emergency room. He is surprised when the dead man in the car turns out to be presidential hopeful, Governor George McRyan.

As the press storms the hospital, Jack is first interviewed by Detective Mackey (John Aquino). Jack says he heard a bang before the car went off the bridge as opposed to a blow out of a car tire. Jack is then approached by Lawrence Henry (John McMartin), an associate of McRyan. Henry explains that Sally was an escort for the deceased governor and the governor was a family man. He tells Jack to get himself and Sally out of the hospital to avoid the deceased governor’s family public embarrassment. Suspecting foul play, Jack returns to his studio and studies the audio tapes he made of that night, slowly realizing that the situation is more sinister than he imagined.

In the meantime, the city finds itself in another crisis involving a serial killer named the Liberty Bell Strangler (John Lithgow) who has been murdering young women around town.

Why Is There No Story?

July 9, 2026 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good afternoon. It is I Gigi the parti poodle here to introduce this week’s blog.

“What is going on?”

What do you mean, what is going on, Ruffles?

“What I mean is we are supposed to be continuing our story. I am supposed to be pinning down the woman in the silk camo dress in the van, but there is no story. Why is there no story?”

Allow me to explain—

“And I am supposed to be pinning down the woman in the olive trench coat. Now suddenly there is no set. There is no van.”

Yes, Charlotte, I know you are supposed to be pinning down the woman in the olive trench coat. And thank you for your bravery. But the situation is—

“I’m perplexed. I was kidnapped by these horrible catnappers, finally reunited with my sister Artemis, and now…poof! Nothing. No story, no van. No humans.”

I understand your concern, Demeter. And might I add it is lovely to have you in the story now. I cannot begin to imagine the terror you have been through, however—

“Demeter is right. Suddenly, everything is wonky. Everything is off. She and I are finally reunited and now there is no story. I am utterly perplexed.”

I am sympathetic to your situation, Artemus. You have been through quite an ordeal with your dear sister having been missing for so long. It’s just—

“Who’s running the show here? We were on a mission. We were in a quest. Now we’re all just standing around. I’m a cat. I’m a Manx. I was not born to just stand around.”

No one is asking you to stand around, Edison. I am merely trying to explain the circumstances. Now, the situation is—

“I agree with Edison. We are all Felis catus and Canis lupis familiaris standing around without a story.”

Yes, Madeline, I know we are without a story, but I need you, and everyone else, to understand what is going on here.

“What is going on here? What is going on here!”

“Will someone put a muzzle on those twin dachshunds?”

Enough! I have had enough! Everyone needs to zip their traps! Bernard, will you please help me explain what is going on here?

“Certainly. What Gigi has been trying to explain is that the Nordstrom Anniversary catalogue dropped this week.”

“What? That’s this week?”

“Yes, Bruiser. The Nordstrom Anniversary catalogue just dropped this week, and Gigi’s novelist did not help Gigi write a chapter for this week.

“The nerve of that so called writer!”

“Yes, Charlotte, I know. I understand how you feel. But we must all be patient until Gigi’s novelist has finalized all her favorite sale items in her wish list and then she will help Gigi write another chapter of our story.”

“It’s maddening, I tell you. Absolutely maddening.”

“Not to mention highly unprofessional.”

I know you are disappointed, Edison. I know you are all disappointed. But I can assure you my novelist and I will have a new chapter up soon. The Nordstrom Anniversary Sale Fever simply must break and all will be well again. Thank you, Bernard, for helping to explain that. And thank you, Belle, for the visuals.

“I simply do not know what I would have done without the PowerPoint presentation to go along with this.”

Yes, Bruiser, I know. And as for you dear readers, a new chapter is on the horizon. Until next time, I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

**STREAM OF THE WEEK: WITNESS FOR THE PROSECUTION (1957)-TUBI**

Every so often I like to search through the selections on Tubi which has a wonderful collection of classic movies. So, for the next couple of weeks I am going to pick a few from here. This week’s film was nominated for six Oscars, including Best Picture, Best Editing, Best Sound, Best Actor for Charles Laughton, Best Supporting Actress for Elsa Lanchester and Best Director for Billy Wilder. It is a genuinely brilliant courtroom drama with an unusual surprise. The screenplay is based on the play of the same name by Agatha Christie and was written by Billy Wilder and Harry Kurnitz.

Sir Wilfrid (Charles Laughton) has just been released from the hospital after a heart attack. He has been assigned a private nurse, Miss Plimsoll (Elsa Lanchester) who desperately tries to keep him away from alcohol and cigars. Wilfrid, a highly touted senior barrister, is supposed to rest and not take any legal cases. But when his friend and solicitor Mr. Mayhew (Henry Daniell) asks him to defend a young man named Leonard Vole (Tyrone Power) for murder, Wilfrid cannot resist and agrees to take the case along with the help of his junior counsel, Mr. Brogan-Moore (John Williams). Vole had befriended a wealthy childless middle-aged woman named Emily French (Norma Varden) who developed a crush on him despite the concerns of her deaf housekeeper Janet McKenzie (Una O’Connor). French was found struck on the back of the head by a blunt object in her home during the night.

Further complicating the case, French had named Leonard her beneficiary shortly before her death. Vole swears he was nowhere near the scene of the crime that fateful night, and his wife, a former German actress and singer named Christine (Marlene Dietrich) can vouch for his whereabouts. Sir Wilfrid interviews Christine and finds her to be cold and self-assured. He tells her courts often frown on the testimony of spouses and is surprised when he finds out that Christine is set to be called a witness for the prosecution.

As a side note, I thought it interesting that Vivian Leigh was up for the part of Christine. She was also up for the part of the second Mrs. de Winter in Rebecca (1940).

Once the Butterfly is in the Net

June 26, 2026 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good afternoon. It is I, Gigi the parti poodle here to introduce this week’s blog. The kidnappers were skulking around Ruffles’ the bulldog’s owner’s van. The woman in the olive raincoat had made the cheeky remark, “I’m looking for cats, not dogs.” I wanted to have Ruffles unlock the door so I could spring out and give this rude woman a stern talking to. But Bernard D. Bunny spoke sooth and thus I chose not to reprimand this heathen. Instead, I have come up with a plan to thwart these evil black market catnappers once and for all.

Inside the van we all stoically watched as the man with the tattoos attempted to open the door.

“They’ve settled down now,” he told the woman in the olive trench coat.

“As it appears,” the woman in the olive trench coat replied.

The man pulled out a long Slim Jim and slid it down the length of the driver’s door.

“He’s getting in,” Ruffles the bulldog said. “He’s getting in.”

“Okay,” I said. “Everyone needs to stay calm. Once the butterfly is in the net, we will pin it to the board.”

We watched the man wriggle the long thin metal in the lock. He looked up at us and we stared back. A perplexed, worried look crossed his face. He did not know what to make of our stoicism. He wriggled the metal one last time, and the door unlocked. I could see Ruffles gripping the wheel with his paws. Madeline the British Shorthair, Edison the Manx, and Artemis the Persian were all hissing. I think this is what they do to warm up. Charlotte the Chow, Bruiser the Jack Russell Terrier and I all had our ears perked. The Dachshund twins had gotten bored and were playing go fish with a deck of cards they found under one of the seats.

“Go ahead and take a look,” the tattooed man told the woman in the olive trench coat.

The woman in the olive trench coat looked at him as if he were out of his mind. “You expect me to enter your den of misbegotten animals? I think not. You open the door and go into your own van.”

Tattoo man looked at the woman in the silky camo dress who shrugged and back at the woman in the olive trench coat. “Do you want to see the merchandise or not?”

“Obviously, you’ve just gotten your hands on this merchandise. Not only that but you’ve stolen the van as well if you had to open the door with a Slim Jim.”

“I take offense to that.”

“Am I wrong? You are a criminal who works on the black market. And apparently aren’t averse to committing grand theft auto as well.”

The man sneered at her “You need to give the cat back to her until I get out of here, then.”

“Not a chance.”

“Fine.” Tattoo man said. “Then you can’t see the merchandise.”

The woman in the olive trench coat huffed. She looked at the cage and then at the man with disdain. “I have my cat. I don’t need to be led into a trap.”

“Oh, no,” Artemis said as we watched the woman in the olive trench coat turn on her heel. “She’s leaving with Demeter!”

“Don’t panic,” I whispered. “Stay the course.”

Suddenly, the woman in the silk camo dress said, “What if you both went in the van together?”

The woman in the olive trench coat stopped and looked at her. They stared at each other for what must have been a solid minute. “I’m taking the cat inside with me. And you are going into the van. Not him.”

Tattoo man frowned as the woman pointed an angry finger at him.

“Alright,” the woman in the silk camo dress said. “Let’s do this.” She turned to tattoo man. “Open the door.”

Tattoo man hesitated for a moment, likely considering the safety of his partner in crime. Then he opened the door. We all sat still as the woman in the camo dress climbed inside. The woman in the olive trench coat picked up the cat carrier and boarded the van.

“Artemis!”

“Demeter!”

“Shut the door,” I yelled.

Charlotte the Chow slammed the driver’s side door shut and Ruffles hit the gas. Until next week I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

STREAM OF THE WEEK: TEEN MOVIES

As school is now out, I thought I would do something different this week and offer up a list of some of the best teen movies available on streaming and where to view them. To be fair, some of these are more about teens than for young teens so viewer discretion is advised. Here is the list:

AMAZON: Napoleon Dynamite, Bring it On, Tuff Turf, River’s Edge, The Cutting Edge, Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure, Empire Records

DISNEY & HULU: 10 Things I Hate About You, Holes, Cruel Intentions, The Edge of Seventeen, Flower, Adventures in Babysitting, Donnie Darko

PARAMOUNT +: Grease, Mean Girls (original 2004), Speak, Clueless, Election

TUBI: Disturbia, Ferris Bueler’s Day Off, Precious, Fear

PLUTO: Boyz n the Hood, Footloose, Big, Better Off Dead, Some Kind of Wonderful, Adventureland, Bully (2001)

NETFLIX: The Karate Kid, The Breakfast Club, 13 Going on 30, La Bamba

The Bunny Has a Point

June 18, 2026 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good afternoon. It is I Gigi the parti poodle here to introduce this week’s blog. As you may remember, Ruffles hit the gas and we all went barreling towards the orange Hummer and the black Cadillac Escalade.

As we drew closer, we could see the look of shock and awe in the three people’s posture. And when we drew closer still, we could see the look of shock and awe in their faces from the realization that a bulldog was driving the van. The van lurched to a stop, and we all fell back into our seats. The woman in the olive trench coat scuttled over to take a close look at us. She narrowed her eyes and scrutinized Ruffles.

She turned and looked at the black marketers. “Is this a stunt?”

The woman in the silk camo dress looked at the man littered with tattoos. “A demonstration, actually,” she said. “We thought you might be interested in looking at some more of our inventory.”

The woman in the olive trench coat narrowed her eyes. “Perhaps,” she said with caution.

“Go open the van,” the woman in the silk camo dress told the man littered with tattoos.

The man gave her a quizzical look as if to say, “I don’t have the keys” before slogging over to the driver’s side of our van.

“He’s trying to open my door,” Ruffles said. “He’s trying to open my door.”

Bruiser the Jack Russel Terrier hopped into Ruffle’s lap stood up and started barking at the tattooed man. He was quickly joined by Titus and Tyler, the dachshund twins who pressed their big wide paws against the side window and barked in unison. The woman in the olive trench coat said, “I’m looking for cats, not dogs.”

This tart little comment raised my ire. “Unlock the door, Ruffles.”

“Unlock the door?” Madeline the British Shorthair said. “We can’t unlock the door.”

“Yes, we can. Ruffles, unlock the door.”

Ruffles looked at the rest of our group with warry eyes. “I don’t know, Gigi…”

“This woman has insulted me, and I must give her a stern talking to.”

“If Ruffles unlocks the doors we must attack,” Charlotte the Chow said.

The twins barked, “Attack, attack!”

“I am not ready for this,” Edison the Manx said. “I haven’t had my midnight popcorn snack and I feel puckish.”

“Gigi, I do not think this is wise,” Bernard D. Bunny said.

I looked over at his little sister Belle who seemed terrified. “The bunny has a point,” I said. “I have, in my usual ENTJ fashion, jumped into action when I should have trusted my strategy. We will stand our ground. Ruffles, do not let them in. Instead, make them come to us. I have a plan. Until next week, I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

**STREAM OF THE WEEK: QUEEN OF CHESS (2026)-NETFLIX**

Back in the 1980’s and before, there was a belief that only men could play chess at the highest level. Especially aggressive chess strategies such as Evans Gambit, Danish Gambit, Smith-Morra Gambit, Albin Counter-Gambit, Marshall Attack, and Sicilian Defense. At the time the greatest chess player in the game was Garry Kasparov who liked to play a version of the Sicilian Defense called Sicilian Najdorf Defense. Bobby Fisher said in interview that women were simply not intelligent enough to be great at the game.

But a man named László Polgár, became obsessed with the idea that genius is not born but rather made. He read piles of books and concluded if you could rigorously teach children abilities when they were young, they could then become brilliant at them. And so, after they were born, he used his three daughters as his experiment: Susan, Sophia, and his youngest Judit. He had them train at a very early age with him for long hours every day, homeschooling them with his wife and employing professional chess players to come into the home to train them as well. By the time the girls were tweeners, they had risen to the top of women’s chess. Judit, at age 12 became the youngest player to break into the FIDE top 100 rating list ranking at position 55. In 1991, at the age of 15 months and 4 years she became the youngest player to be named grandmaster. Both Susan and Sophia became grandmasters as well.

All her life, Judit had one dream: to beat Kasparov. This thrilling well-paced documentary directed by Rory Kennedy and written by Mark Bailey and Keven McAlester is the story of her determined attempt to rise to the occasion. She and her family had to overcome a ridged Polish government, sexism and psychological roadblocks to fight not only for their position as chess players but to set a precedent for female chess players to come.

The Woman in the Olive Trench Coat

June 11, 2026 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good afternoon. It is I Gigi the parti poodle here to introduce this week’s blog. As you may remember when we last left off, the nefarious catnappers had investigated Ruffles owner’s van and found us inside. The tattoo littered man had told the woman in the silk Camo dress that some of us might do well on the black market. Suddenly, their attention was turned towards a Cadillac Escalade that had just pulled into the parking lot of my favorite summer restaurant and parked nose to nose with their garish orange Hummer. The catnappers headed back to the Hummer on the other side of the parking lot. Our little crew sat watching out the side window of the van as the driver’s side of the Cadillac Escalade opened and from out of the behemoth emerged a slender woman wearing an olive trench coat and a matching trilby hat.

“She is a bad woman,” Artemis the Persian said. “A terrible awful woman. We must attack.”

“No,” I said. “We must wait and see if they have Demeter. Then Ruffles must move closer.”

“Move closer, move closer,” the twin Dachshunds chanted.

“Quiet! We must concentrate.”

“What if we can’t tell if it’s Demeter,” Madeline the British Shorthair said.

“It’s still some poor cat,” Charlotte the Chow said. “If its some poor cat we don’t know, we must rescue it just as if it were Demeter.”

“It’s got to be Demeter,” Artemis caterwauled. “It’s got to be.”

“There, there,” Bruiser the Jack Russel said. “There, there.”

“The big tattoo guy is getting something out of the Hummer,” Ruffles said. “He’s getting something out of the Hummer.”

We all turned our attention back to the Hummer and saw the tattoo guy open the back hatch and take out a pet carrier.

“My goodness,” Edison the Manx said. “He’s a fiend! What kind of monster puts a cat in a cage?”

“Shh,” I said. “Watch.”

The woman in the olive trench coat studied the contents of the cage as if she were a scientist examining her experiment. I looked through my opera glasses and could see words were being spoken. Words between her and the woman in the silk camo dress. The tattooed man set the carrier down and opened it.

“It’s my sister,” Artemis exclaimed as soon as she saw him take the white Persian out of the box. “It’s Demeter! Drive, Ruffles, drive!”

“Wait,” I said. “If Ruffles turns on the engine, they’ll notice us.”

“They’ll notice us, they’ll notice us,” the twins said in unison.

“Hush up!” Artemis said with a hiss.

“The moment we see the woman in the trench coat take the cage and begin walking towards her car,” Charlotte said, “that’s when Ruffles will drive.”

“That’s when I’ll drive,” Ruffles said. “That’s when I’ll drive.”

We watched the woman in the trench coat pick up poor Demeter and examine her from all angles. It was most gauche. Demeter tried to struggle but the woman held her firmly. Then the woman nodded and put Demeter back in the cage, took an envelope out of her deep coat pocket and started to hand it to the woman in the silk camo dress.

“We’ve got to go now,” Artemis said. “Now, Ruffles, now!”

“Wait…!” But my words came too late. Ruffles turned on the engine and hit the gas. Until next week I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

**STREAM OF THE WEEK: TOOTSIE (1982)-NETFLIX**

Right in the middle of one of the golden eras of soap operas came this film, a gender bending comedy with a serious statement about the sexism women faced in the workplace and in everyday life. The film received ten Oscar nominations including a win for Best Supporting Actress for Jessica Lang. Lang also won a Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actress. Dustin Hoffman won the BAFTA and the Golden Globe for Best Actor in a Comedy. The film has endured over the years and is considered one of AFI’s 100 Best Movies of All Time. It was brilliantly directed by Sydney Pollak and written by Larry Gelbart and Murray Schisgal. However, there were other writers involved in penning the script, primarily Elaine May who strengthened the female character’s roles, but also Barry Levinson, Robert Kaufman and Robert Garland all who went uncredited.

The story is about a passionate, talented but difficult actor named Michael Dorsey (Dustin Hoffman in one of his phenomenal performances) who waits tables and teaches acting while he desperately searches for work in New York City. One of his proteges, Sandy Lester (Teri Garr in a well-deserved Oscar nominated performance) is up for the part of Emily Kimberly, a hospital administrator for the soap opera Southwest General. Michael helps her prepare for the part and goes with her to the audition. But as soon as she arrives, they tell her she is wrong for the part and dismiss her without allowing her to read. Michael asks to see his fellow actor Terry Bishop, who stars on the show. But the receptionist tells him Bishop has taken time off to rehearse for The Iceman Cometh, a role Michael thought he was up for.

Michael tells Sandy to wait at the audition as he rushes over to the office of his enduring agent, George Fields (Sydney Pollak). George tells Michael nobody wants to work with him. Not in New York, not in Los Angeles nor anywhere else on the planet. Because despite being a great actor, Michael is intolerable. Michael tells him he is going to raise $8000 to produce and star in his roommate Jeff Slater’s (drolly played by Bill Murray) play.

Michael sets out to prove George and everyone else in show business wrong. He buys a wig, carefully applies makeup and dons a dress. He heads back to the auditions and meets chauvinist director Ron Carlisle (played with delightful sleaze by Dabney Coleman). When Ron tells “Dorthy”, Michael’s now alter ego he isn’t right for the part, Dorthy stands up to him with charm and aggression leading Dorthy to win the role. But complications arise when Ron’s girlfriend, actress Julie Nicols (Jessica Lang) befriends her new co-star.

The movie also features Charles Durning, George Gaynes, Doris Belak and then-newcomer Gina Davis.

Parking Lot

May 29, 2026 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good evening. It is I Gigi the parti poodle here and as you may remember last week, we were in hot pursuit of the garish orange Hummer. We had just headed down the curvy dark hill and had reached the bottom. Ruffles the bulldog attempted to remain inconspicuous as we waited behind the rotten black-market brutes as they pulled into the left-hand turning lane as the light turned green. We followed the van down the long road towards the next town.

“Where do you think they are going?” Edison the Manx asked Ruffles.

“Left,” Ruffles replied.

“Yes, I know they went left. But left to where?”

“All that matters is they didn’t get on the freeway. I do not like the freeway.”

“What matters is that my sister is in that monstrosity,” Artemis said pointing her paw forwards at the Hummer. “Do not lose them.”

“I will not lose them,” Ruffles said. “I will not lose them.”

“I’ll bet they are going to that parking lot on the other side of the bridge,” I said.

“What parking lot?”

“My novelist takes me out for scrumptious lunches there in the summer when they have outdoor seating. The city shut down the street in front of the restaurant to allow for safer foot traffic. But they have a large parking lot around the back. At this time of night, it would be empty. They could easily meet someone there to take Demeter.”

“I think the poodle might be right,” Edison said. “An empty parking lot at night seems like a likely place for questionably legal commerce.”

“Personally, I would meet at the Bakery,” Madeline the British Shorthair said.

“The Bakery?” Charlotte the Chow said. “Why would you meet someone in the middle of the night at The Bakery?”

“Sometimes they throw the day olds into the dumpster.”

“I tend to think Gigi might be onto something,” Charlotte said. “I think the back parking lot of the café makes a lot of sense.”

“Café, café,” the dachshund twins called out.

“Oh, do shut up, will you,” Artemis said with an edge in her voice.

“They are driving up the bridge,” Ruffles said. “There they go up the bridge.”

We all watched out the windshield to see where the orange Hummer was heading.

“If it’s going to the parking lot, it will veer left,” I said.

“You mean it will suddenly turn evil?” Bruiser the Jack Russell said, fear in his eyes.

“No, veer left. I think you are referring to bend sinister.”

“Bend sinister, bend sinister!” Titus and Tyler barked.

“Not bend sinister, veer left!, I barked back. “Stop acting like nitwits!”

“They’re veering left” Ruffles said and started turning the steering wheel.

“If we park in the parking lot at the same time, they’ll see us,” Charlotte said.

“But there’s no where else to park around there,” I said.

“What if they take off and I never see my sister again?” Artemis said, panicking.

“We have to follow them or we’ll lose them too,” I said.

Ruffles drove the van into the parking lot right behind the orange Hummer.

“Park the van and shut off the engine,” I said.

“But what if they drive out of the parking lot and we lose them?” Ruffles said.

“We can’t lose them; we can’t lose them!” Artemis said.

“Park the car and shut off the engine!” I yelled.

Ruffles swiftly pulled into one of the stalls and shut off the engine. We all scrambled to the tinted side window and looked out. The Hummer had stopped at the far side of the lot and shut off the engine.

“Now what?” Ruffles said.

Until next week, I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

**STREAM OF THE WEEK: THE PAPER TIGERS (2020)-NETFLIX**

This week’s pick is a sleeper of story that is part Kung Fu, mystery, and comedy cleverly written and directed by Bao Tran. Back in the 1980’s a Kung Fu master and chef, Sifu Cheung takes on only three young students: Danny (Kieran Tamondong), Hing (Junior Kinder), and Jim (Malakai James). They practice in Sifu’s garage and slowly become martial arts experts. When they become teens, Danny (Yoshi Sudarso), Hing (Peter Adrian Sudarso) and Jim (Gui DaSilva-Greene) take to the streets and fight anyone willing to take them against Sifu’s orders. Even their nemesis Carter (Mark Poletti) who trains under a different Kung Fu master. Danny is sent an invitation to fight in Japan and Jim is to go with him. But something happens along the way.

A few decades later Danny (Alain Uy) finds himself disillusioned and divorced from his wife Caryn (Jae Suh Park). The former couple share a young son named Ed (Joziah Lagonoy) whom Danny refuses to teach Kung Fu to. Danny tries to help raise the boy but finds his insurance job often gets in the way.

Danny runs into Hing (Ron Yuan), whom Sifu taught ancient Chinese medicine. Hing also did construction and seriously hurt his knee and now collects disability. Hing also tells Danny that Sifu recently died. Hing says the coroner claimed the cause of death was a heart attack, but the two old friends suspect something more sinister is at play. They attend the funeral and run into their former rival Carter (Matthew Page) there who provides some possible information on what may have happened. Danny and Hing track down Jim (Mykel Shannon Jenkins) who has become a Jiu Jitsu trainer and is in the best shape of the three. Despite their age and a couple of physical setbacks, the old friends set off on an odyssey to find out who killed their beloved Sifu and bring the villain to justice.

Orange Hummer

May 1, 2026 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good afternoon. It is I Gigi the parti poodle here to introduce this week’s blog. The others were most disturbed by the realization that Crispin the Coyote was on the prowl. It concerned all of us, but we knew we had to take a chance and attempt to rescue our precious Persian cat Demeter, especially since we had a van and could remain inside where Crispin could not reach us.

Ruffles the bulldog parked the van across the street from the yellow house and we waited. I was most concerned that the Dachshund twins had brought an extra-large bag of Cheetos Puffs. Titus ripped it open while Tyler began munching them down. Not to be outdone, Titus began munching them down as well.

“Don’t get that orange stuff all over my owner’s van,” Ruffles barked, “or you’re going to get it!”

Artemis who’d had just about enough of their tomfoolery reached out and swiped her claws across the back of Tyler’s head. He yelped and put his back paw up to his ear. She glared at Titus, who dropped the bag of puffs from his mouth and sat.

“When do you think these buyers are coming?” Bruiser the Jack Russell asked. “I’m getting restless. I’m climbing the walls.”

“They’ve got to be coming soon,” Madeline the British Shorthair said. “We’ve been here for at least—”

“Half an hour,” Charlotte the Chow said.

“Yes, half an hour.”

“Augh!” Bruiser said jumping up and down. “It feels like a year!”

“It’s not been a year,” Edison the Manx said. “I do wish you’d stop bouncing around.”

“I can’t help it! I can’t help it!”

“You’re going to bang your head on the ceiling of my owner’s van,” Ruffles said. “If you guys don’t settle down and start acting like civilized pets I’m going to—”

“Someone’s coming,” Charlotte the Chow said.

All of us turned to see a bright orange Hummer SUV drive up the hill and turn into the cul-de-sac and up in front of the yellow house. I pressed my little black poodle nose against the glass and watched. The gigantic Hummer door opened and out stepped a woman wearing a silky camo print dress and one of those big fluffy faux fur coats in the same color as the Hummer. A man got out as well. He wore jeans, Dr. Martin Boots and a leather vest. He had so many tattoos I do not believe he had any area left on his body to add another drop of ink.

The two of them headed to the front door and we all held our breath and waited. Then we all gasped in shock when the kidnapper came to the door. He had something in his hand. Ruffles looked through his binoculars and said, “It’s a can of cat food.”

“My goodness!” Artemis said. “She must be inside.”

“Where do you think he kept her?” Edison said. “Madeline and I never saw her when we were trapped in there.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that we get my sister out.”

Until next week, I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

**STREAM OF THE WEEK: COLUMBO (1971)-AMAZON PRIME**

If you are stressed out, wired up, mad as hell and not about to take it anymore, then this show is for you. One of the best television series (each episode averages around a full-length 90-minute movie) of the 1970’s, this is much more relaxing to watch than many modern shows and every episode is about a murder. Imagine that. Someone pointed out to me that the color schemes in modern shows are much brighter and bolder looking than their 1970’s and 1980’s counterparts which shows a demand for spectacle over substance. Not only that, but the best ones of these eras also take their time and unfold with a more cerebral quality than a visceral one.

And the acting here is excellent. The show drew such actors as Roddy McDowall, Janet Leigh, Vincent Price, Faye Dunaway, Leslie Nielsen, Johnny Cash, Leonard Nimoy, William Shatner, Dick Van Dyke, Kim Cattrall, Bruno Kirby, Jamie Lee Curtis, Martin Sheen, Celeste Holm, Robert Culp, Joyce Van Patten, Ruth Gordon, Mariette Hartley, John Cassavetes, Gena Rowlands, Blythe Danner, Myrna Loy, Ray Milland, Eddie Albert, Suzanne Pleshette, Don Ameche, Anne Francis, Vera Miles, Dean Stockwell, Donald Pleasence, Anne Baxter, Valerie Harper, Laurence Harvey, Martin Landau, Robert Conrad, Robert Vaughn, George Hamilton, Lesley Ann Warren, Ricardo Montalban, and Jack Cassidy. In fact, the very first episode was directed by Steven Spielberg and written by Steven Bochco. Try and get that level of talent for a show today. In fact, it’s a shame that it’s difficult to do a show like this in the modern world because, if the concept was good and it was written right it would probably be a hit.

Every episode starts out showing you how the murderer committed the crime. And then here comes this bedraggled scruffy looking detective driving a beaten-up bland looking 1959–1960 Peugeot 403 Cabriolet. Sometimes accompanied by a basset hound named Dog. But do not be fooled for Columbo (iconically played by Peter Falk) is a genius INTP. INTPs are usually the valedictorian of their high school class. They may wear their pants on backwards occasionally, or talk obsessively about their favorite video game, but they are also the ones who come up with such gems as E = mc2. The joy of each Columbo mini movie is watching this guy do his work. He is polite, well-mannered, embarrassingly humble and a bit of a doofus. But all of it adds up to him solving the crime and wearing the perpetrator down until they screw up and entrap themselves.

Currently, half the fun of watching the show is to get a glimpse of life at that time with the opulent 70’s décor and the far-out clothes. Columbo, however, could likely walk on screen today and look as if he were from this era. Maybe that’s part of the magic.

Crispin

April 24, 2026 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good afternoon. It is I Gigi the parti poodle here to introduce this week’s blog. As you may remember the kidnapper was going to sell “the Persian”, or in other words Demeter, to a buyer on the black market. The other Canis lupus familiaris and Felis catus and I are going over to the house in Ruffle’s owner’s van, and we plan to follow the black-market customers just as soon as—

“I have news.”

“Bernard D. Bunny? What is it?”

“Crispin.”

“Crispin? You mean—”

“Yes. Do you want me to tell them or should I?”

“I shall. Dear reader, the following words I tell you are most chilling. As you may remember from the beginning of this catnapping tale, Bernard had mentioned coyote sightings in our neighborhood and how he had to stay back at his hutch to protect his little sister Belle Bunny. There have been coyotes that come and go but the most disturbing one of them all is Crispin Z. Coyote.

Crispin is a Goliath amongst the Canis latrans. My novelist once witnessed him wolfing down a squirrel from the ears to the tail which dangled out of his mouth momentarily before it was ghoulishly devoured whole. My novelist forced me to go outside continuously with a harness and a leash for a while after that. The monster was also spotted nearby having mangled and munched on a bunny. He is a bloodthirsty beast with neither morals nor mercy.

After my novelist witnessed the terror and spoke to me about the dangers, I had a nightmare about Crispin. I was sleeping quietly, curled up next to my novelist on my soft blanket which I always make into a nest. The blinds were closed and the soft music my novelist likes to play at night had stopped. Suddenly, I heard something. My ears perked up and I listened intensely. Something was moving about in the other room. I did what any respectable poodle would do. I stood on my novelist and began licking her face. “Gigi,” she said. “Go back to sleep. It’s dark outside.” I could not wake her up and I can always wake her up. I heard the noise again. Footsteps…no, paw steps.

I hopped down off the bed and went to investigate. With cautious steps I trotted towards the door to the bathroom. I nudged it with my nose. The door creaked open and I held back nervous as to what I would find inside. I could see the soft glow of the nightlight plugged into the outlet over the sink counter. My ears perked again thinking I heard a low growl. My swift paws stepped back out of the bathroom. I hightailed it back to the bedroom. Blindly, I ran to the bed and flew into the air, sailing and hoping I would land on the mattress. I did…only to find the growling was louder. I ran to my novelist and jumped on her, trying to get her to wake up. “Go back to sleep, Gigi,” she said. “It’s dark outside.

Suddenly, I heard the growling again, closer this time. I turned to look. The bathroom door creaked open and there stood Crispin, his glowing red eyes fixed on me, his jaws salivating. I woke up in a sweat yelping, my novelist gathering me into her arms trying to get me to calm down.

And now it appears he is on the prowl again. But we must rescue Demeter. If she is sold off tonight, we will have no chance of retrieving her and bringing her home. This will not do. We must be brave, even if the evil Crispin is lurking about.

“Shall we tell the others?”

“Yes, let’s go.” Until next week, I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

**STREAM OF THE WEEK: ZODIAC (2007)-PARAMOUNT+**

The most chilling and terrifying thing about David Fincher’s near masterpiece film is that it was never nominated for a single Oscar. No, instead they decided to nominate such wonderful mediocrity as Michael Clayton and Juno for a bevy of awards including Best Picture. But not one Oscar nod went to Zodiac. Not for Harris Savides’s cinematography, not for Angus Wall’s editing, not for Mark Ruffalo’s supporting performance or Jake Gyllenhaal’s lead performance, not for its brilliant screenplay by James Vanderbilt based on the best-selling book of the same name by Robert Graysmith, nor for Fincher’s flawless direction, and not for Best Picture of the year. This movie is better than any film I saw this past year, even One Battle After Another. If you have seen Zodiac, you know what I’m talking about and if you haven’t, it is absolutely a hands-down must-see experience that will leave an eerie feeling with you long after its credits have rolled.

The story is based on a real life infamous serial killer named “Zodiac” who hunted and killed people during the late 1960’s and 1970’s in the San Francisco Bay Area. He was fond of attention and frequently sent letters with detailed information about the killings to the Bay Area newspapers. Information only the police would know. He took credit for the killings and had a fondness for cryptograms which he included in his letters as well.

One month after the Zodiac Killer murders Darlene Ferrin and seriously wounds Mike Mageau on July 4, 1969, he sends a letter to the San Francisco Chronical. The Zodiac killer insists that his letters including the cryptogram, which he says his name is burried in, be published in the paper. Robert Graysmith (Jake Gyllenhaal), a young political cartoonist for the paper, heads to the library and gathers up books on decoding cryptograms. He is correct in figuring out that even though the Zodiac said his name was in the cryptograms, it was not. Paul Avery (Robert Downey Jr.), a reporter for the Chronical and the other members of the staff think little of Graysmith’s contribution and ignore him. That is until Graysmith and Avery begin discussing the coded letters. The two begin to work together to figure out who the Zodiac is. Graysmith notes that in the letters the Zodiac refers to “the most dangerous animal of them all” which could be a reference to a 1932 film called The Most Dangerous Game in which the lead hunts humans for sport.

In September, the Zodiac strikes again, attacking law student Bryan Hartnell and Cecelia Shepard at Lake Berryessa in Napa County. After two weeks go by, the Zodiac kills again, this time a taxi driver named Paul Stein. San Francisco police inspectors Dave Toschi (Mark Ruffalo) and his partner Bill Armstrong (Anthony Edwards) are assigned to the case. Toschi becomes chief investigator. In 1971 they question a man named Arthur Leigh Allen (John Carroll Lynch), who bears a striking resemblance to the drawings, wears a Zodiac brand watch with the symbol on it that keeps appearing in his letters, and has a history of mental illness.

Chloë Sevigny also stars as Graysmith’s wife Melanie and Brian Cox stars as lawyer Melvin Belli.