I am your Mother. I went through hell to conceive you, used all the toilet paper in the land while carrying you and suffered a lengthy and excruciating ordeal to have you. You will accept me as your Mother or I will farm you out into bondage.
Ridley Scott is no Cecil B. DeMille. That's not necessarily a bad thing. What it means is that Scott's new epic Exodus: Gods and Kings is as much a product of our high-tech new-millennium era as The Ten Commandments was of the Eisenhower gray-flannel suit period.
Stephen Hawking said 'If we do discover a theory of everything... it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason -- for then we would truly know the mind of God.' While we are a long ways off from theorizing everything, the theory of selling is open to interpretation.
The producers of Big Brother, left with egg all over their faces by the spectacular fizzle-out of their Saboteur twist, are trying to resurrect it by asking America to vote for one of the houseguests to become the new saboteur.
I was offered exclusive access to DeMille's private papers and personal memorabilia collection. They portray a man obsessed with Communism and determined to turn the biblical prophet into an ardent Cold Warrior.