Cause I'm an Idiot ... And I'm Your Boyfriend*
Crazy Love / Dustin Rowles
I had the good fortune to see Crazy Love earlier this year at Sundance, and I say “good fortune” only because, at the time, I knew absolutely nothing about the lives of Burt and Linda Pugach, which lent at least a modicum of suspense to the retelling of their … um … love affair. Back in the 1960s, they were the tabloid couple du jour — their love life dominated the headlines of papers like the New York Mirror for several years, as their batshit insane relationship grew increasingly batshittier. They were, and now are, the poster geriatrics for fucked up, codependently abusive relationships. Linda has got some serious issues — like Stockholm Syndrome serious — while Burt is one of the vilest, adulterating narcissists you’ll ever have the displeasure to observe. God’s honest: This guy makes Ike Turner look like a box of kittens meowing “Proud Mary.”
Unfortunately, the problem is that in 2007 the Pugachs’ relationship probably wouldn’t seem all that atypical on a show like Jerry Springer (they were, in fact, guests on the old “Geraldo”) — they were a precursor to Joey Buttafuoco and Amy Fisher or Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston, just another couple who love each other through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, and acid-throwing dementia - near-homicidal domestic violence be damned. The documentary tries to give their sickening love affair some sort of historical weight to counterbalance the E! True Hollywood sensationalism of it all. But, as now Burt is approaching his 80s (Linda is still a hard 68), it’s somewhat difficult to get to terribly worked up over their story — old people aren’t whackjobs, they’re cute, right? Isn’t it adorable how, back in the early days of their courtship, Burt threw lye in Linda’s face and permanently blinded her! Look at the sweet old couple!
The point is, if you’re already familiar with specifics of Burt and Linda’s relationship, there’s really not much sense in seeing Crazy Love — the documentary simply retells the entire disasterbacle through interviews with modern-day Burt and Linda, adding in images to enliven the monologues — old photos, newspaper headlines, home movies, and archival footage. Unless you’re doing your PhD thesis on codependence and you feel the need to study the nuances of the couple’s talking styles (or the crazed ticky-tacky decor of their home), there’s not much more you can glean from the documentary than you could by simply reading about their story online — the New York Times condenses it all down into two pages, which are equally as fascinating as the documentary, without any of the time or expense it takes to attend a screening.
For those of you unfamiliar with their lives and who want to walk into the film blind (aha, that’s right — like Linda does every day), I have no idea what might motivate you to go see Crazy Love (I might understand, for some people, the memory-lane appeal), but because a proper review requires some discussion of the narrative, consider yourself spoiler-warned from here on out.
Crazy Love tracks the demented love affair between Burt, a former big-time blockbuster lawyer with some small Hollywood industry cred as a producer, and Linda, formerly a young and stylish Bronx girl with movie-star good looks. Burt began his hard-sell courtship of Linda in the late ’50s, buying her flowers, taking her out to expensive dinners, flying her around the country, sweeping her off her feet, yada yada yada. The problem, however, was that Burt was already married, and after tiring of trying to convince him to leave his wife, Linda eventually broke off the relationship and got engaged to another man. Burt, a fella who firmly believed that if he couldn’t have something, no one could, hired three men to throw lye in her face, disfiguring her and leaving her permanently blind. Her fiancĂ©, an amiable enough man, nevertheless abandoned her as “damaged goods.”
The second part of their courtship began, in earnest, while Burt was in prison — sentenced for 14 years for the lye incident. During his imprisonment, Burt managed to woo Linda from inside his cell by pouring his heart out through obsessive (no, pathological) letters. Linda, blind and disfigured and without a lot of options out in the dating market, decided, after Burt came up for parole, to take the son of a bitch back, and he eventually proposed to her on national television. So then they lived happily ever after — except, of course, for all the messed up bullshit that Burt continued to pull on Linda, after which she repeatedly excused his behavior and took him back. I mean — what else is she gonna do, right?
Well, she could’ve left him, I suppose, but then she wouldn’t have been able to obtain the small level of fame and notoriety she has received from the tabloids, local newscasts, and talk shows, each and every goddamn time Burt screwed up and made the news, at which point the media piddled all over themselves to capture the latest in their tortured, codependent relationship. And that’s really what’s so disconcerting about the documentary — the two get off on how publicly fucked up their love life is. As Crazy Love suggests and the Times piece confirms, Linda seems positively bored with her life now that Burt is presumably too old and impotent to spread his seed or knock her around a little. As a young woman, Linda wanted to be an actress (which is part of what drew her to Burt in the first place), and you can see why in Crazy Love: She’s a fame whore — the week I was at Sundance, in fact, you could spot the two proudly walking around wearing fur coats, gloating at the attention that was once again being heaped upon them. Throughout the last 50 years, the two have managed to resuscitate their 15 minutes of fame every so often, and they don’t seem to care about what it takes to procure it. Indeed, old man or not, by the end of Crazy Love I just wanted to forcefully wipe the satisfied grin off Burt’s face; he seemed so thoroughly smug and pleased with himself, as if to say, Hey! I threw acid in my wife’s face, permanently blinding her, and she still took me back. Top that, bitches.
Aside from all of that, Crazy Love isn’t a particularly absorbing film either, except in that Grey Gardens sort of way — there’s a certain sick joy in watching two people revel in the way that they’ve made mockeries of their lives. The narrative, too, is poorly paced, full of unnecessary digressions that only belabor the lurid accounts. But the biggest reason I wouldn’t recommend seeing Crazy Love is not the film itself — it’s the idea that you’d be feeding the beast, rewarding the couple by buying into the glorification of violence against women. And that, in my mind, is the film’s unspoken subtext: If you viciously mistreat and sadistically disfigure your wife, you might get lucky and have a movie made about your life. Personally, I’d just as soon sit through Norbit again as support that notion.
*FYI — The title comes from Jimmy Fallon’s lone remarkable contribution to the annals of pop culture, and it’s totally worth the view (“Hey baby: You like fine cooking — I gotta Swanson’s dinner in the freezer with your name on it.”) It should keep you preoccupied until the Knocked Up review comes along later today.
Dustin Rowles is the publisher of Pajiba. He lives with his wife in Ithaca, New York. You may email him, or leave a comment below.
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Dustin, I love how unabashedly feminist you are sometimes.
Posted by: Genevieve at June 1, 2007 10:59 AM
Genevieve, you bet me to it.
Especially poignant after that comment thread that shall not be named.
Posted by: nexus 6 at June 1, 2007 11:20 AM
Three things amaze me about this review:
1) That there is someone in this world who actually "makes Ike Turner look like a box of kittens meowing "Proud Mary.""
2) That you managed to make a funny and pretty accurate title from a Jimmy Fallon song.
3) You managed to find something Jimmy Fallon did that is halfway funny.
Wonders never cease.
"You go beat his ass good." Indeed.
Note of interest: Jimmy emulates Bobby Brown at one point in the video, which ties into the particular theme of f'ing crazy husbands even MORE.
Posted by: Vermillion at June 1, 2007 11:36 AM
I'm not trying to start a fire here, especially in light of recent comment threads. And I'm certainly not trying to criticize the author. But... is that all it takes to be labeled "unabashedly feminist? To be actively opposed to violence against women, and the glorification thereof?
Because I'd like to think that it's a fairly common sentiment, and not just among the readers of this site. Perhaps I'm naive. Or perhaps there are simply more unabashed feminists out there than I thought.
Posted by: TK at June 1, 2007 11:45 AM
You know...before Taxi I thought Jimmy Fallon was alright just based on that song and his twenty second appearance on Band of Brothers. I figured, "So he can't get through a SNL sketch without looking like a jackass. That doesn't mean he's a talent lacking fluke." How wrong I was.
Posted by: Travis at June 1, 2007 11:49 AM
TK, I'd like to think it's the second.
Posted by: nexus 6 at June 1, 2007 11:55 AM
Ah the lovely Zooey Deschanel back when she weighed more than two pounds.
"Now I'm gonna buy you gifts, but it's something I like too. I hope you like this Norelco beard-trimmer with my name on it, and I'm your boyfriend."
It's funny cause it's true.
Posted by: redbeaniegirl at June 1, 2007 12:01 PM
TK after the overwhelming non-response (for the most part) that greeted the video of a girl being stoned to death recently, and the fact that not one but two movies coming out this summer revolve around the torture of women (Hostel II and Captivity), I'd say "opposed to violence against women" is a less than common sentiment. "opposed to violence against women I KNOW" is probably far more common. Anyway, definitely skipping this one. Also skipping Hostel II and Captivity which I'm amazed did not have their release dates pushed back after aforementioned stoning video. Society disappoints me.
In other news, the only place I find other people named Genevieve is on liberal leaning, feminist blogs that I visit. Weird huh ; )
Posted by: Genny at June 1, 2007 12:05 PM
Genny, I'd say that it's more because there is an overall lack of concern over violence in general on the part of our society. I don't dispute the horrific instances of violence against women. But I also think that just as that video was ignored, so are all manner of atrocities against women, men, and children.
However, you couldn't get me to watch either of the movies you mentioned if you put a gun to my head, so we're certainly in agreement there.
Anyway, I'm not looking to start a fight, so I'll shut up now.
But I will say that one thing that definitely resonates with me regarding Dustin's review is the "feeding the beast" concept. Do we really need to watch a movie that draws attention to what is, essentially and unfortunately, a still going abusive relationship? My answer is a firm NO.
Posted by: TK at June 1, 2007 12:14 PM
This couple is disgusting.
Posted by: Psyke at June 1, 2007 12:23 PM
"batshitter"?
"the memory-lane appeal"?
it's hard to explain coffee coming out of your nose to your boss.
that coupled with the earnestness and, well, goodness - screw it - thank you pajiba.
Posted by: kb at June 1, 2007 12:31 PM
"Note of interest: Jimmy emulates Bobby Brown at one point in the video, which ties into the particular theme of f'ing crazy husbands even MORE."
Ah, but no one does "Every Little Step" quite like Bobby Brown, eh?
I actually don't mind Jimmy Fallon that much. Hell no, he's not a comedic genius, but he hasn't been shoved down my throat the same way some other comedians have been (cough Dane Cook cough, and of course, just figuratively), so that makes him less obnoxious to me. Also, I met the guy a few years back and he's actually pretty cool in person. (His sister is also unspeakably hot. Just sayin').
And TK--"Because I'd like to think that it's a fairly common sentiment, and not just among the readers of this site. Perhaps I'm naive. Or perhaps there are simply more unabashed feminists out there than I thought."--I have to say that it's not that common, in my opinion. At least, not in my experience.
And as for the movie...wow. Nothing says true love like lye to the face.
Posted by: em at June 1, 2007 12:38 PM
Lye is, in fact, the neutralizer of acid: (H+) is neutralized by (-OH); lye is NaOH, sodium hydroxide.
You minimize the horror; lye is equally horrendous as the thought of acid; your ignorance is showing.
Posted by: john smith at June 1, 2007 12:54 PM
So, smith; was the review too bitter, yet not caustic enough?
Posted by: poke a hontas at June 1, 2007 12:59 PM
Mmmmmmm, Zooey Deschanel ... mmmmmmmm.
"It should keep you preoccupied until the 'Knocked Up' review comes along later today." Mmmmmm, Seth Rogen ... mmmmmmmm. That thing is blasting the Tomatometer out of the water right now. I'm already so hyped up that I know I'm inevitably going to be disappointed. I hate when that happens.
Loved this quote from L.A. Times reviewer Carina Chocano (one of the few negative reviews and contender for the 2007 Clueless Award): "'Knocked Up' is so enamored of Ben and his insouciant charm that it fails to wonder what it must feel like for the girl." Um, yeah, Dorko-Tron 5000, the movie is a vehicle for Funniest Person Ever Seth Rogen. So that's a keen insight.
Posted by: socalledonlycousins at June 1, 2007 1:05 PM
Pajiba family: Please let me test your patience one more time while I lord it over everyone (can't tell anyone else because I'm playing hookie!!!). Today is my fortieth birthday (that's not the good part). I'm lieing (sp?) on our king-sized bed with our two goldens, watching the entire series of "Firefly" and monitoring Pajiba for the "Knocked Up" review. I'm pretty sure I'll be through my first fifth of gin by 5 pm or so PST, so expect some moronic commentary around that time.
Just got through the pilot (the real pilot, the two-hour one).
As a special birthday present, my wife agreed to watch "Serenity" with me tonight (for like the fifth time) as the capper AND she's going to see "Knocked Up" with me tomorrow morning, even though she's not appreciative of "40-Year-Old-Virgin" type films! (She has a congenitally deformed sense of humor.)
TMI: Tonight, the part of "Wash" will be played by Socalled, while the part of "Zoe" will be played by Mrs. Socalled. Mr. Socalled, it should be noted, is a motor-boatin' son-of-a-bitch.
Posted by: socalledonlycousins at June 1, 2007 1:19 PM
Love the Jimmy Fallon video. Although, I would posit that his Barry Gibb sketches are his best contribution to comedy (of course, he did get some help from Justin Timberlake there).
Posted by: Ginger at June 1, 2007 1:30 PM
Today is my fortieth birthday
WHOO!!!! I'm not the old-fogiest person on this board!
In all seriousness, happy 40th, Scoc.
Posted by: Ranylt at June 1, 2007 1:33 PM
increasingly batshitter
Souldn't that be batshittier?
Posted by: Brian at June 1, 2007 1:42 PM
Happy Happy Birfday to socalledonlycousins!
Your description of your day makes me want to kill my boss with a hammer. And I like my boss.
The NYT reviewer drooled all over Knocked Up and called it "an instant classic." I'm not really sure if I think that's a good thing or a bad thing. I was very pleasantly surprised by The 40-Year-Old Virgin, though, so I'll probably check it out.
Posted by: Jerce at June 1, 2007 2:18 PM
Oh, and as for Crazy Love, I saw a trailer for it recently--can't remember where. I had never heard of this couple, but what I saw of them in the trailer left me absolutely APPALLED. It looked interesting in a train-wreck kind of way, and I might've Netflixed it; but going by Dustin's review, apparently it's just tiresome. Pass.
Posted by: Jerce at June 1, 2007 2:24 PM
Stoning video? I guess I'm not outraged because I know nothing about it. Can someone fill me in?
Posted by: bartap at June 1, 2007 2:32 PM
Here you go, bartap. Be warned--I was overwhelmed when I saw this one.
http://www.cnn.com/video/player/player.html?url=/video/world/2007/05/18/todd.stoning.death.cnn
CNN has given it plenty of space (probably for all the "wrong" reasons) and it's been the buzz of feminist blogs.
Posted by: Ranylt at June 1, 2007 2:39 PM
You know what, fuck them.
Fuck them and their toxic shit. Yeah, my heart goes out to what Linda has suffered but Jesus Hell, it's hard to care when she stayed and, as DR aptly stated, enjoyed the fame-whoring and notoriety.
Some people are like naughty, stunted children their whole lives, craving and needing attention even if it's of the worst possible kind, the sordid tabloid dregs kind. Sadly their tantrums and manipulation encompass extreme violence and abuse. I hope to God they didn't have children.
They really, SO don't merit a documentary.
Posted by: Rebecca at June 1, 2007 3:41 PM
Rebecca: Right there with ya!
I have personally known a few women whom willingly stay with their tortuous significant others for crazy batshit reasons. It is the saddest thing ever. You try to give them a hand, but they refuse.
I cannot even begin to think why someone would want to make a doc about a couple like this. This movie only perpetuates the false idea that a man can tear you a part physically and verbally and in the end it's all worth it to stand by your man. Yeah, fuck that shit! Pardon my bluntness.
Posted by: Gigi Worthington at June 1, 2007 4:05 PM
Right, this is going to be completely off topic, at least on this thread, but OH SWEET BABY JESUS, what the hell happened on that Dane Cook thread thing? I was just reading the comments, like I always do and then I had to just back away before the vitriolic diatribes grabbed me. And, I thought the Shrek comment fiasco was bad. Please, can't we all just laugh and drink glorious martinis and talk about intelligent things in a hoity toity way while listening to Schoenberg (yeah, I just picked a random modern composer, sorry)?
Posted by: Gigi Worthington at June 1, 2007 4:34 PM
John Smith- yes, lye is a base and a very strong one at that. But noone ever says I'm gonna throw some base in your face. Quit being such a nit-picking bastard. Using "acid" for "lye" gets the point across- it messed that chick up.
Posted by: Nate at June 1, 2007 5:02 PM
That Cook thread just shows that people are way too sensitive perfect sample of how America has become a nation of whiny pansies..... everybody is a victim of something.
Anyway, loved the Geraldo mention, homeboy "kept it real" back in the day. Springer had nothing on him.
Posted by: BarbadoSlim at June 1, 2007 5:31 PM
Talking about crazy love and attention whores, Joey Buttafuoco and Amy "Long Island Lolita" Fisher are doing a reality show. Shit. And all the "Firefly"s and "Arrested Development"s get cancelled so crap like this can air. People are stupid (except Pajiba readers!!). But I'm sure you Pajiba readers know what Einstein said about human stupidity so I don't even have to say it :)
Posted by: bb at June 1, 2007 6:51 PM
I would rather watch a hundred Jimmy Fallon videos, sketches and stand-up routines than this movie.
Toxic, poisonous people.
And Jimmy Fallon wasn't half bad in Fever Pitch. Also quite the little dancer.
Posted by: greer at June 1, 2007 8:33 PM
Didn't need to explain the joke to me, I immediately got it.
Whether it's a good thing or bad, it doesn't matter.
Posted by: Ben at June 1, 2007 9:32 PM
Oh! Points to Greer. Forgot about Fever Pitch. But that Taxi...it wears on me.
Posted by: Travis at June 2, 2007 12:09 AM
This movie sounds really depressing and brings up uncomfortable memories of conversations I've had with friends over the years trying to convince them to dump their "idiot boyfriends". Conversations always filled with alot of "Yeah, I know he is, but..."s on their part.
Relationships like Burt & Linda's are mutually satisfying to both parties because they're each getting what they want. If Burt hadn't thrown the lye in Linda's face, she would have found someone else who would.
Posted by: Kate at June 2, 2007 12:29 PM
Gigi, I agree with your sentiment, but nobody really listens to Schoenberg. Can we listen to someone listenable instead? Shostakovitch, maybe?
In a more on-topic vein, this is not a movie I need to see. Thank you for saving me from it.
Posted by: Rocky at June 3, 2007 7:38 PM
For Shame! Who didn't love the (original) Boston teens sketches with Jimmy on SNL. And thanks to whoever mentioned the Barry Gibb Talkshow (first one)--redeeems any crappy, first weekend box-office driven, capitalize on his popularity with teenagers, shite. I think Jimmy Fallon added immensely to SNL and I read Pajiba and am far removed from my teenage years.
On point however, few of us are above watching a train wreck--let's be real here--and I love a good train wreck type documentary. Hell, I watched the first couple of--dare I speak it--'To catch a Predator' until I was showering my days away.
Posted by: jen at June 3, 2007 11:42 PM
Rocky: You are completely right. Shostakovitch is a much better choice, maybe even Gorecki (what can I say...I am sucker for his Symphony for Sorrowful Songs). Besides, serialism is so last century.
Posted by: Gigi Worthington at June 4, 2007 2:32 AM
Schoenberg?? No, please, no, not Schoenberg. I recall four (freakin') hours of an all Schoenberg program at the Santa Fe Chamber Music Festival that should have suffised as Penitential chits for all of humanity. We no longer need suffer Schoenberg, people. Those (we) poor pitiable attendees redeemed all of our collective transgressions with their (our) aural suffering.
Posted by: rudy at June 4, 2007 2:54 PM
"But noone ever says I'm gonna throw some base in your face."
Truly a threat to be headed...
As for Knocked Up, I will see it, but will probably have to wait a few mounths for it to get to this side of the atlantic... and even then it seems doubtfull, considering us Frenchies seem only to care about such delicious fare as Night at the Museum...
shudder
as for the spelling mistakes, please do forgive. Its 11:45 PM over here, and this is my break from major exam revision...
Thank you pajiba
Posted by: roseaepines at June 4, 2007 5:47 PM
"That Cook thread just shows that people are way too sensitive perfect sample of how America has become a nation of whiny pansies..... everybody is a victim of something."
The problem isn't that folks are too sensitive.
It's that plenty aren't sensitive enough.
You are allowed to be considerate of women without having to hand your dick in, you know. And anyway, most of the actual whining in that thread was people whining about being victimized by the big, bad, PC nazis.
They didn't like the joke. They said so. No big deal, right?
Posted by: Vi at June 8, 2007 12:46 AM
"That Cook thread just shows that people are way too sensitive perfect sample of how America has become a nation of whiny pansies..... everybody is a victim of something."
Sensitivity's denigrated, as usual, because it's a classically feminine trait.
This country's got its share of problems, but "too much sensitivity" is hardly one.
And anyway, what's so bad about not making jokes that your fellow posters think are horrendously beyond the pale? Do guys have to, like, turn their dicks in if they get caught giving a damn about women's feelings?
Most of the "whining" I read on that thread was from people who felt victimized by the big, bad PC nazis. Some women thought the joke was offensive. They said so. They had a right to. Who was too sensitive?
Posted by: Vi at June 8, 2007 12:51 AM
I know this is way late, but I must respond to this "sensitivity" issue. Bigots are the ones that are hyper-sensitive, reactionary, if you will. Since anger results from feeling victimized, bigots who attack on the basis of gender feel persecuted by the mere existence of females. That not only screams sensitivity overkill but absolute madness far worse than exhibited in Crazy Love (She does suffer from Stockholm Syndrome, by the way).
It's amazing how people would never dream of using slurs to attack blacks, Jews, or (now) even gays but they celebrate movies that glorify the raping, torturing, and killing of women (absolute hate crimes)?! Hostel and other such hate-kill films are way worse than Birth of a Nation or Triumph of the Will could ever be. Those who claim she gets her revenge at the end are fooling themselves (or apologists). Just look at the posters: it's the violent bigot who's being glorified while the female is butchered.
If anything standing up to such extreme intolerance and hatred is a sign of strength. Hence, my dick remains just fine. Whew.
Posted by: Mitchell at June 11, 2007 11:41 PM
Burt Pugach - it's all about the male ego, eg our own SF Bay Area Crazy Love Teacher with Reno wife who filed for a divorce in Reno in February 2007 (DV07-00352) when she found out about the Ca wife. "A guy who's got the chutzpah to try to pull the wool over somebody's eyes. That's a good definition of a bigamist," said University of Cincinnati clinical psychiatry professor Linda Chernus. "One (spouse) is hard enough," joked Chernus, who has researched bigamists and believes generally they have such low self-esteem that they marry multiple spouses to compensate with a sense of "grandiosity." "They need to control women, to keep secrets and keep autonomy so no one knows what's going on inside of them," Chernus said. "There may also be some underlying insecurity. "(Bigamists/Polygamists) have a sense of invincibility that they can get away with this. They think they can get away with anything," she said. Wasn't Jimmy Olson Superman's sidekick?
Posted by: Cindy Wood at June 12, 2007 8:51 PM
I can't forget the night I met you, That's all I'm dreaming of. Now you call it madness, But I call it love. --Nat King Cole, "You Call It Madness (But I Call It Love)" Do you think the Crazy Love Band Director will conduct the College of Marin's Synphonic Band in Barber's School For Scandal if we as him to? The consensus amount mental health professionals is that these type of men often develop a distinct second personality who live two lives. One secret life knows all about him and still loves him knowing he's a bigamist, polygamist, adulter (Joey), crossdresser, or whatever or combo of. Another life is his public mask who knows only the mask, the other wife. That's why Jimmy Olson was Superman's buddy. Where can I sign up?
Posted by: Jack at June 18, 2007 5:36 PM
James Tiberious Olsen aka Jimmy of Superman. My wife is still talking about Joey and Amy, Bert and Linda and the San Francisco Bay Area college band director with the two wives. Now with TV's Big Love so popular, she compares me to him and it and I'm still not measuring up!! I'm still protesting to my wife she's my only wife at the moment, but no, she wants to know what this guy's doing that he's so connected to what two women want that he's married to both of them that I am missing in connecting to her!! Does she want me to crossdress?! No, she wants me to connect as this guy and Big Love does! What!! By God, they're more intrigued by how he's connected so well with two women for so long!! Obviously he has" listened" to both of his wives my wife berates me. They admire this clown!!! Not for the bigamy, but for being so successful at "connecting" with two women for so long, which is why they love Big Love. How, and why my wife now harrasses me, can't I connect to my one wife!? Give me a beer and let me watch the game as I see a fourth divorce rapidly coming down the track. Somebody knock this crazy emotionally screwed up bastard up side the head, force him to be manly by drinking beer, watching the game, give up that sissy dancing, stop making the rest of us males look emotionally inadequate in the eyes of our one at a time wives, and get Big Love off the air! Now my son wants to know where he can sign up. He thinks having two wives in two states and being tied up dressed in woman's clothes during sex with a dominate woman sounds great to him.
Posted by: Charles at June 18, 2007 6:15 PM
Here's how the bigamists and polygamists get away with it like that teacher in Marin did for so long although he's still facing other felonies such as homeowner sinsurance fraud and forgery. Confidential Marriage license's are issued in accordance with California State Family Code Part 4, Section 500.
When a man and a woman, not minors, have been living together as husband and wife, they may be married pursuant to this chapter by a person authorized to solemnize a marriage. State law allows confidential marriages with a minimum of fuss: and, best of all, no public record that the marriage ever took place.
The century-old statute was intended to allow common-law couples to legitimize their marriages quietly and without embarrassment. Now growing numbers of couples are using the law to avoid red tape and keep word of the marriages from parents and friends. In 1972, only 532 such weddings were performed in Los Angeles County and adjacent Orange County. Last year it was 12,212.
'It's one of the greatest laws,' says Edie Steinmetz, owner of the Doves of Happiness Wedding Chapel in Inglewood, a leader in the state's $700,000-a-year secret-marriage industry. 'It allows a lot of people to get married who otherwise would not be able to'--including the already married.
Couples fill in a confidential marriage form, which is filed with the county clerk and is then unavailable for inspection by anyone. That makes it easy for applicants' intent on bigamy. Says William St. John, Orange County clerk: 'There is nothing on the form that requires a couple to say how long they have been living together, if they had a previous marriage or divorce, and if the divorce is finalized.'
Dr. A.W. Morey, owner of the Lafayette Wedding Chapel in Long Beach, shrugs off the bigamy problem and insists: 'This is a very moral enterprise. We're trying to get the largest number of people living together to come in and get married legally.' Chapel owners are legally authorized to preside at weddings as long as they have some sort of ministerial certificate, which in California is almost as easy to get as a secret wedding.
Posted by: Jimmy at June 18, 2007 6:22 PM
My Dad hates that I want to grow up to be a Marin County, California teacher with two wives. One in Reno, Nevada who ties me up and forces me to have sex with her. The other wife is the hoity-toity Marin career wife who brings home the big bucks so we can live in the most affluent county on the planet. I learned it from my teacher. He's got his own Big Love and Crazy Love going. Sounds real good to me.
Posted by: charles, jr at June 22, 2007 3:01 PM
The above video is hularious! The movie "Crazy Love" is a different story. Poor Linda is a victim of Stockholm Syndrome, Batterwomen Syndrome, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and our system turns her over to her insanely sick predictor - Burt Pugach. We as an American society failed her. Our legal system and the police department failed to protect her. Our judicial system should have taken every last dime the son-of-a-bitch had before he went to prison and given it to Linda. Then our system should have paid her a retirement. I'm sorry Linda. The rest of the media idiots who profited from her tragedy will burn in kharma hell. He should have gotten life. He murdered the women's soul.
Posted by: Radiancy at June 27, 2007 6:31 PM
There's an article in the San Francisco Broowaha that well worth reading along these lines. It titled Now you call it madness (but I call it love).
Posted by: Kris at July 19, 2007 2:45 PM

