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Showing posts with label Ford Motor Company. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ford Motor Company. Show all posts

Friday, November 12, 2010

Made in Dagenham...equal pay tale starring Bob Hoskins a hilarious hit!

 






Sometimes life gives you a second chance!

As was the case with moi, in respect to the Indie Film, titled "Made in Dagenham".

This past week, for instance, the handlers for the British flick - based on a true story and adapted for the silver screen by William Ivory - blanketed the festival grounds at Mann's Chinese Theatre with eye-catching promos to lure filmgoers into a sneak preview of the drama-comedy starring Bob Hoskins.

But, my sights were set on catching Kevin Spacey's new political potboiler, which caused a scheduling conflict.

But, as fate would have it, an invite to "Made in Dagenham" flew into my e-mail box yesterday morning bright and early - and consequently - I was able to make arrangements to slip into the Laemmle Sunset 5 Theatre in West Hollywood last night to take it in.

What a delightful night of entertainment it turned out to be!


Not surprising.

When it came to my attention that Director Nigel Cole was at the helm (Calendar Girls), I wouldn't expect anything less of this production!

Without doubt,  there would be a few hearty belly laughs, a smidgen or two of witty dialogue, and a potent storyline to sink my teeth into.

Indeed!

Once the flick sprang to life on the silver screen, I became totally engrossed in the thought-provoking subject material, that moved along at a fast pace.

In a nutshell, "Made in Dagenham" is a true story about a gaggle of female machinists who stood up to Ford Motors way back in 1968 in a dispute over hourly wages, in spite of the potentially-crushing odds against breaking new ground in the uncharted waters of equal pay for workers of the female persuasion (who were more-or-less regarded as lowly second-class workers inferior to male employees).

In one amusing scene, a spokesperson for the celebrated upstarts laments:

"We don't get equal pay because we don't have a dick between our legs!"

Later on, when tensions on the picket-line mount, another reporter pointedly asks if the women are going to be able to cope.

Her response?

"We're women. What a silly question!"

The new release - making the rounds at Film Festivals around the country, is causing quite a buzz.

This is - in part due to the fact - that members of the ensemble cast have turned in bravado performances!

And, because the well-scripted material is lushly produced with a light touch.

In sum, "Made in Dagenham" is a hilarious - insightful and thought-provoking - high-spirited account of the woman's movement in the late sixties fighting for the right to equal pay.

Catch it if you can!

After all, once the credits crawl, you'll end up strolling out of the theatre with a wide smile on your face.

"Made in Dagenham" is definitely a feel-good film worth every cent of admission!

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Ford considered one of best in respect to employee relations now!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

American Idol...Katie's swan song! Adam Lambert tears up stage! Idol gives back...







American Idol started off tonight with a sly innuendo.

With a sweeping gesture to the contestants on stage, Ryan Seacrest quipped with a straight face.

“I give you the top nine."

Catch that?

It was right up there with Ellen’s comment that one singer’s performance was horny.

No, Ellen didn’t have the hots for the nubile young babe, to my knowledge.

She was referring to the horn section which buttressed the segment up during the performance.

By the way, the intro to American Idol was electric.

At the top of Fox's hit show, clips featured flash-backs of Idol contestants in the midst of sets, interspersed with dazzling shots of Vegas nightlife.

A medley of Elvis hits - though a bit pedestrian - put the rapt audience in a great mood.

The highlight here was “Teddy Bear” which teased fans affectionately.

Producers satisfied the desires of the thronging masses with up-close-and-personal candid shots of their favorite performers.

Indeed, when artists in full song strode full-frame into camera, they must have caused hearts to flutter at home.

The rendition of "Return to Sender" was a little too cheery and lacked bite.

Listen to the lyrics, kids!

Elvis was frustrated about the fact his passionate letters were being returned post haste unopened and unread.

Casey’s interaction with the judges in this segment underscored there is a mischievous likeable dude underneath the stoic shell he presents to the world.

Lee’s playing to camera was a turn-on for fans, no doubt.

He has that teddy bear quality about him that girls (and guys) snuggle up to.

But, all eyes were on Adam Lambert last night!

Adam Lambert, rising Pop Icon, appeared in a swirl of lasers on stage.

From a symbolic standpoint, he appeared to be locked inside a cocoon, at first.

As the camera panned in, the Idol legend was captured in silhouette in a breathtaking shot or two, that was worth the price of admission (ha!).

Then, after he wailed soulfully a moment or two, he busted out with the catchy infectious lyrics.

"What do 'Ya  want from me?"

Amid a dazzling spray of blinding lights - and a riot of captivating musical indulgences - Adam Lambert proceeded to strut the stage cocky, confident, in charge and in control.

What a dynamite show-stopping performance!

Down 'n dirty, soulful, other-worldly.

Surely, he  gave David Bowie a run for his money.

Tonight, was an emotional turning point for the competitors, no wonder.

A “double elimination” would close the show-biz door on 2 hopefuls pining to stay through the final stages of the ratings-getting show.

As Sinatra would say, that's life.

In a surprise built-in promo, Ryan Seacrest noted that American Idol was going green.

Cut to singers in the street astride fuel-guzzling autos when - poof - the clunkers suddenly disintegrate before the audiences's very eyes.

In their place, fuel-efficient green vehicles sprang up in their place, natch.

“Follow the day and reach for the sun” was the catchy upbeat slogan the songbirds chirped proudly to all within earshot.

Get this, viewers may cruise over to the Idol site, and enter a contest to win an Idol-inspired Ford Fiesta.

Meanwhile, back at the Fox lot, the drama strarted to unfold in the first elimination round.

Fans went wild when Ryan asked Casey to stand up and have a chat.

Liked his shirt, by the way. Cool.

Aaron, unfortunately, rustled up a timid response when he was asked to stand in the huddle to face the music, too.

Andrew savored a moment or two in the sun, before bowing his head in anticipation of the drum roll, next up.

As the three stood in line, facing the gun, the audience held their collective breath.

Talk about high drama

When the camera panned to Simon, for some inexplicable reason, he was flushed.

Too many drinkie poo's?

Or, too long under the sun lamp, perhaps?

Just maybe, he was keeping a lid on things in view of his recent spats with fans in the audience?

In a recap prior to the axe falling, it was underscored that that there wasn’t much hound dog (or swagger) in Andrew’s stab at Elvis.

“The coolness was sucked out of you.”

Ouch.

Without much drawn-out-drama after that - Andrew was banished by Ryan - just like that.

No build up. No nothing.

Andrew's last song to the audience, in the final analysis, appeared to signal why he was shown the door.

Talk about a forgetable mediocre performance!

Even still, the other contestants swarmed the lad on stage at the end of his swan song, in a heartfelt attempt to console the optimistic crooner.

In my humble opinion?

He overstayed his welcome.

At this juncture, producers cut away to a promo for "Idol Gives Back" which broadcasts next week (featuring inspirational songs).

Seacrest noted there is still a good selection of auction items available to bid for online.

Since the funds go to charity, check it out, eh?

Also, Idol partnered with Exxon to help the impoverished (suffering from hunger and disease) in Angola, Africa.

In a touching clip, plans underway for a new dormitory to house the homeless, was  uplifting to watch.

The organization has been providing "nets" to prevent the spread of malaria, too.

Malaria kills 3000 people a day in that troubled nation.

A net, which costs a mere $10.00, can save (and has prolonged) lives in Africa.

An upcoming concert will feature headliners such as Sir Elton John, Annie Lennox, Black-eyed Peas, and others.

Tickets may be purchased at Ticketmaster.

A live on-stage performance - of a tune Elvis made a hit - was beautifully performed on Idol by two artists (on piano & guitar) by the names of Brooke and Justin respectively.

Their song styling of -  "If I could Dream" (was that the exact title?) - was vastly entertaining.

Popular Seacrest noted that it can be downloaded on I-Tunes for free.

Idol is introducing a new feature - Mom Idol - as well.

The show is searching for amazing moms to celebrate.

Check the Idol site for details.

With all that out of the way, the lights were dimmed, and the second elimination commenced.

At this juncture, audience members got quite vocal, and more emotionally involved.

Lee, when asked, noted his performances didn't feel like auditions at this stage of the contest.

"I'm doing a show and enjoying myself."

Simon said he nailed the tune.

Katie Stevens, Ryan recalled, was considered annoying in some quarters.

Randy said she exhibited a confident sassy side, though.

Ellen’s horny comment (aforementioned) unfortunately went over people’s heads for the most part.

I got it.

But, I’m a fan of bad puns, so you figure it out.

Katie expressed the sentiment that she wanted to grow each week as much as possible.

“I’ve done that, I think. I hope so, anyway.”

Michael lynch got a lot of applause in the elimination line-up.

“I love the Judges and the people," he beamed.

He felt grateful for every moment he assued the attentive fans pulling for him.

Crystal Bowersox, a favorite, was described as the second coming of Bonnie Rae.

Tim Urban was lauded for his best performance to date.

Ellen compared his set to the first shot of tequila.

"You've gone from zero to hero," Simon piped up.

At this juncture, Ryan walked up behind Crystal and patted her on the back.

"You're safe."

Lee was asked to take a walk with Ryan, who summarily sat him down on the other side of the stage, and hit him with the news point-blank.

You're coming back!

Oh, Ryan, you devil.

As it turns out, Katie Stevens was given the heave-ho.

Ironically, her send off song was "Let it be".

When she sang - "In my hour of darkness" - both she and the audience choked up.

Was there a dry eye in the house?

It wasn't meant to be, after all.

If it is any consolation, Katie, I have learned over the years that sometimes we make plans for ourselves which aren't a good fit.

In spite of that fact, folks go on blindly banging their heads against the wall, in pursuit of a goal that's  not suited for for them.

Sometimes, the Lord has better plans for us, so let go - Katie.

Let God's invisible hand guide you.

On that note, see y'all next week, when Alicia Keyes hits the stage!




Monday, July 20, 2009

Ford...faulty tire jack design strands motorists on highway!



Ford Mariner tire jack a piece of poorly-designed junk



This past weekend, I found out the hard way that a tire jack accessory that FORD designed for my SUV, is faulty and not worth sh**!

Around high noon on Friday last, after a festive few days in Sin City, I hopped onto the on-ramp and was homeward bound to the West Coast and the "Big Bad Orange" (or so I thought).

Suddenly, as I was breezing along with the flow of traffic about twenty miles out of the Desert Oasis, I felt my Ford Mariner pulling to the left a bit.

Coincidentally, an off-ramp for a parkway was just coming up on my right, so I scooted off the freeway and into an ARCO station to get a fix on the dilemma I was facing.

Just shy of the gas pumps, I slowly pulled up to a curb; then, trotted out to inspect the rear of the vehicle.

Damn!

A flat tire on my rear left tire was glaring back at me in the sweltering mid-day sun.

I was inclined to pull forward under one of ARCO's canopies (there was one overhang for each set of gas pumps strategically placed here-'n-there about the lot) to ensure I'd be in the shade when I began the arduous task of changing the wobbey-gone tire.

But, I surmised (rightly so) that if I did - the attendant at the gas station would end up being pi**ed at me - if I interfered with the flow of ARCO customers or got in their way.

Subsequently, I pulled off my T-shirt under a pastel blue sky, and began the task at hand with the sun mercilessly beating down on me.

With manual in hand, I began to go through the necessary steps, with the express hope that I would soon be trundling on down the busy highway home.

Within minutes, the first problem reared its ugly head, though.

The instruction booklet led me to believe that the jack for the spare-tire-maneuver was under the false bottom in the boot of the SUV.

However, after I spent about ten minutes extracting all my personal effects from the storage space in the back of the vehicle - and rustling up a little sweat in the process - it became apparent that was not the case.

Upon further inspection, I determined the nifty-looking little gadget, was neatly folded up cute as-a-button in a side panel under an upholstered camouflage.

Once I located the elusive little devil, a new problem arose, however.

The jack was so perfectly tucked away into the small crawl space, I had difficulty rescuing it from its hiding place!

At long last, after wrestling with it a bit, it sprung free.

However, another glitch tested my mettle for a second or two, before the spare tire removal was finally underway.

Yup!

Undoubtedly, I'd soon be rubbing my hands in glee.

After all, the mere thought of being able to change a tire on my lonesome - without the professional assistance of the Auto Club or an experienced Tow Truck driver with a hitch of his own - greatly appealed to me.

Drats!

Another little snafu ended up turning my plans asunder.

Unfortunately, after I slipped off the flat tire, I was unable to jack up the car high enough to align the spare with the lug-nut openings on the frame of the wheel!

Talk about screwed!

Now, I was sweating like a hog - a tad exasperated - and breathing kind of heavy.

In spite of the unexpected hurdle strewn across my path, I continued to tackle the dilemma head on.

Suddenly, a young woman (mid-30's) who had driven up out-of-the-blue with a man in tow (about the same age) and three rambunctious kids trailing behind, strolled over and offered her help.

"You need a better jack," she piped up matter-of-fact.

At this juncture, the petite blond opened the trunk of her own vehicle, and stridently tossed out the contents onto the pavement in a search of her tire-changing apparatus.

Once in hand, she stepped past me and started to crank away!

I turned to her male companion at the rear of their late-model auto and put a question to him straight off.

"Sir, is this woman your wife?"

"Yes, she is," he calmly replied.

"Dude, you are a very lucky man!"

"I know," he responded without hesitation as a wide grin spread across his face.

As he tended the children - who were getting downright restless (and obviously annoyed with me for interrupting their outing with their parents) - his wife and I applied a little elbow grease and a lot of her mechanical know-how to the task at hand.

Within ten minutes or so the two of us managed to raise up the Mariner to a height to effect the tire change with ease, or so we thunk!

But, it was not to be!

As much as we struggled to inch up the rear end a fraction or so for the necessary clearance, it was a no go.

Imagine that!

Her jack ended up being shy of what we needed to facilitate the change-over, too.

"Time to call Bob," she barked out.

With a flick of her wrist, the feisty little gal (pretty by the way) had her uncle on the cell promising to head over straight-away.

True to his word, the strapping dude - about 6' 3" - roared up in his 4X4 about five or six minutes later - at which point - the three of us commenced with a new plan of action.

Needless to say, the SUV was finally propped up to a level where the emergency tire could be slipped on without difficulty - and likewise - installed with little more fuss or muss.

Whew!

After utilizing three jacks during the course of a very sweaty exasperating hour, the SUV was up-and-running and ready to hit the mountain trail for the two-hundred-fifty-mile trek back home.

Once I was safely back in Los Angeles, though, I made a vow to dial up the Ford Motor Company and give those executives a piece of my mind!

Rightly so!

In retrospect, in view of the nightmare I went through that day, I have to seriously wonder if the engineers at Ford ever bothered to "test drive" their jack on the open highway by the side of the road in a mock-up of a "break down" scenario, for starters.

In view of my ghastly experience - evidently - not!

In spite of the fact I was parked on fresh pavement with a flat surface under the best of "road conditions", the car jack was unable to perform the function it was designed to do by engineers at Ford.

Imagine if I had been on the side of a four-lane highway trying to change the tire on loose uneven shoulder with cars whizzing by at top-notch speed.

What a traumatic experience that would have been!

In my estimation, FORD owes me a personal apology for subjecting me to that disturbing emotional ordeal, which arose by virtue of a poorly-designed product at Ford which plainly doesn't work.

But, bottom line?

FORD must recall that car jack immediately - or in the alternative - offer to replace the one installed in each Ford Mariner SUV with a better-designed one that has the capacity to facilitate tire-changing safely (and promptly) on the freeways and byways of America without fail.

Wouldn't you agree?

Maybe I should switch to an air jack?

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